Top 100 Her Way Quotes
#1. Serendipity awakens the dutiful wife to personal growth when a
transformational opportunity comes her way.
Jean Harlan
#2. It's time, Perry. He let her go. She took a step back, taking in his face one last time. His green eyes. The bend in his nose and the scars on his cheek. All the tiny inperfections that made him beautiful. Without a word, she turned and made her way downhill.
Veronica Rossi
#3. The day she clips her way out of her cocoon, the only sound she plans to hear is a deafening cheer.
Nikki Grimes
#4. Damnit.' Isabelle, standing in the mouth of the alley, her wet black hair like a cloak around her shoulders, kicked a trash can out of her way and glowered. 'Oh, for goodness's sake,' she said. 'I can't believe you two. Why? What's wrong with bedrooms? And pivacy?
Cassandra Clare
#5. Yoko [Ono] was well into liberation before I met her. She'd had to fight her way through a man's world - the art world is completely dominated by men - so she was full of revolutionary zeal when we met.
John Lennon
#7. A longing for the extraordinary had grabbed ahold of her and was burning her up inside, so hot and fierce that her heart had gone stone cold toward everything and everybody standing in her way. That was Mama. Fire and ice.
D. Anne Love
#8. Mrs General had no opinions. Her way of forming a mind was to prevent it from forming opinions. She had a little circular set of mental grooves or rails on which she started little trains of other people's opinions, which never overtook one another, and never got anywhere.
Charles Dickens
#9. She'd had her way, and had the top
the third time
informing him he was her 'own private playground'.
Karen Marie Moning
#10. She didn't pick her way over the terrain like she was afraid of slipping on the ice...She glided over it with long confident strides. Her hands were in her vest pockets. Her eyes were Susannah.
Shirley A. Martin
#11. The Martyr finds her way to self-knowledge through pain, suffering, and surrender.
Paulo Coelho
#12. Somewhere, years ago, she had stepped off the path of life and could no longer find her way back to the family of people.
Colson Whitehead
#13. I shall pass Dawn on her way to earth, as I seek for a path through space.
Anne Reeve Aldrich
#14. Etta saw the way Sophia took a deep breathe, set her shoulders back, and moved with practiced grace on her way out - and she understood something about the other girl, truly understood for the first time. Sophia wanted it, when she was only ever sent out.
Alexandra Bracken
#15. She was my destination. I was always on the way to Lena, even when I wasn't. Even when she wasn't on her way to me.
Kami Garcia
#16. Everything had changed, and maybe she couldn't keep up with it, but she still was good at making people regret they had ever crossed her way.
Alexandra Engellmann
#17. I take my wife everywhere, but she keeps finding her way back.
Henny Youngman
#18. She tried to remember if it had been there on her way in but she couldn't. She shook her head. I need to get out of this place; it's giving me the heebie-jeebies.
Kathy Cranston
#19. Her outfit looked like it been picked by a kindergartner - red sneakers, yellow tights, and a green tank dress. Perhaps she was on her way to a costume party dressed as a traffic light.
Rick Riordan
#20. Holding the bread to her chest, she made her way home, thinking of those dreamy winter afternoons, when the light looked as it did now, the crystalline blue of the sky slipping into a faded purple, as faint as a bruise.
Alexis Landau
#21. I discovered, however, in the early days of our marriage that, in having her way, she put my interests ahead of her own.
Saul Bellow
#22. Oy, prince," Puck circled back, frowning. "What are you doing? If you didn't know already, the old chicken plucker is on her way, and she's gunning for Winter and Summer stew.
Julie Kagawa
#23. He moved against her. Not in a hungry-for- food way, but in a hungry-for-her way.
Robin Bielman
#24. It's always gratifying to hear from a passionate reader, and as a longtime educator, I'm especially pleased and heartened when that reader is a young student who is inspired to write me and let me know that my book has helped him or her find her way.
Julia Alvarez
#25. I bring my dogs on set with me, and my little dog Karoo is smart as a whip. She knows where the craft-services food tables are, so anytime I can't find her, I know she has found her way to that area. She's a funny dog.
Hilary Swank
#26. ...she certainly was one of the best proofreaders around, and knew her way around there, their, and they're.
Sara Branmore
#27. She's like an earthquake in tiny human form, breaking apart anything and everything in her way.
Victoria Aveyard
#28. ... there is nothing stronger than a woman who has beaten her way back from being beaten down in the first place.
Barbara Lieberman
#29. A sparrow lay dead on the backseat. She had found her way through a hole in the windscreen, tempted by some seat-sponge for her nest. She never found her way out. No one noticed her panicked car-window appeals. She died on the backseat, with her legs in the air. Like a joke.
Arundhati Roy
#30. She drifted towards the bedroom, on her way to have a bath or take a nap or start a war.
Maggie Stiefvater
#31. As she made her way back to the tiny white van she listened to her own breathing and felt her own heart thumping wildly. She had no idea where she had found the courage, but it had been there, like the water at the bottom of a disused quarry
unfathomably deep.
Alexander McCall Smith
#32. casting smiles her way - knowing smiles. The wood creaked in laughter beneath their
MaryLu Tyndall
#33. Anne, on her way to Orchard Slope, met Diana, bound for Green Gables, just where the mossy old log bridge spanned the brook below the Haunted Wood, and they sat down by the margin of the Dryad's Bubble, where tiny ferns were unrolling like curly-headed green pixy folk wakening up from a nap.
L.M. Montgomery
#34. Her father didn't know the half of her problems. Nobody did. Nobody ever would. She couldn't let anyone find out just how crazy she was, the secret she kept. She would fight her way out of that dark hole somehow. She had to, or it would swallow her for good.
Dana Marton
#35. At first we tried to keep up, but soon we were tired of boiling and pickling and deviling, and my mother started complaining that all these free eggs were costing her way too much.
Wendelin Van Draanen
#36. Most of all, she went out of her way to provide them with the kinds of experiences that would expand their understanding of what was possible in their lives.
Margot Lee Shetterly
#37. I believe nature's a lot smarter than anyone thinks. During the course of a man's life he develops a lot of pleasures and people he cares about. Then nature takes them away one by one. It's her way of preparing you for death.
Cus D'Amato
#38. You could just tell that if Rosie couldn't romance her way to the top of the Empire State Building, she was prepared to climb it like King Kong.
Amor Towles
#39. But she'd learned instead to hope in the one Beacon that would always be there, no matter what darkness came her way.
Jody Hedlund
#40. Every time I thought the bag must be empty, he brought yet another item out. It was like he'd hijacked Mary Poppins's luggage on her way to a fetish weekend.
Abigail Barnette
#41. Ah, sir, that's just mean. She's not a Victoria's Secret model, but she's pretty in her way.
Dean Koontz
#42. A woman's hat is close to her heart, though she wears it on her head. It is her way of saying to the world: See this is what I am like-or this is what I would like to be.
Lilly Dache
#43. He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way.
George R R Martin
#44. She was so much better at being alone; being alone came more naturally to her. She led a life of deliberate solitude, and if occasional loneliness crept in, she knew how to work her way out of that particular divot. Or even better, how to sink in and absorb its particular comforts.
Cynthia D'Aprix Sweeney
#45. Well, even if she does get her way, we can keep it small. Just us. Emmett can get a clerical license off the Internet."
I giggled. " That does sound better." It wouldn't feel very official if Emmett read the vows, which was a plus. But I'd have a hard time keeping a straight face.
Stephenie Meyer
#46. She was a soldier, a warrior in her way as much as I. This could have happened two hundred times these past twenty years. She knew it, and so did I. It was a good day to die.
Robert Jordan
#47. She had taken the wrong path, opened the wrong door, and was unable to find her way back. Suddenly,
Kate Atkinson
#48. Time to make herself scarce because, hell, she didn't want to pass that thunderhead on her way out.
Katherine McIntyre
#49. There is no beast, no rush of fire, like woman so untamed. She calmly goes her way where even panthers would be shamed.
Aristophanes
#50. My mother would never let me in the kitchen. I always wanted to cook, but I was never allowed to. Her view of the world was, 'Cooking is my job, and studying is your job.' I think, in retrospect, she didn't like the chaos. She was very orderly. It had to be her way.
Ina Garten
#51. Yesterday from my office window I saw a crippled girl negotiating her way across the street, her shoulders squarely braced. At each jerky movement her hair flew back like an annunciatory angel, and I saw she was the only dancer on the street.
Elizabeth Smart
#52. I became part of the air that surrounded Sui, and breathed her incomprehensible sadness. I think that part of those feelings live within my soul. Burdened by bad karma, and a soul that beckoned such unfortunate fate, Sui used all the resources she had to make her way through love. I witnessed that.
Banana Yoshimoto
#53. She wasn't where she had been. She wasn't where she was going, but she was on her way.
Jodi Hills
#54. Don't go yet, he said, but it was never any use saying don't go yet to her. When she'd decided a thing, she was on her way.
Margaret Atwood
#55. But in the time-honored manner of most human males, he allowed his eyeballs to swivel her way so that he could check her out, then turned his head so that he could check her out better
Neal Stephenson
#56. I assumed he would be busy with some inflatable whore! Or did she round a corner to fast and bust a tit on her way here?
Jennifer Loren
#57. Are you hungry?" Livvie asked. I could barely hear her as I set the bags in the living room. Livvie had made her way toward the bedroom. "Yes," I called out, "but I don't think you have anything in your cupboards worth - " "Then get in here and eat my pussy!" Livvie interrupted.
C.J. Roberts
#58. How much good fortune had been strewn her way, starting with a man who still put up with her crankiness and irrationalities, who stayed loyal and devoted to her, as if she were the flag of his country.
Thrity Umrigar
#59. She'd have been gnawing her way through his bedroom walls to sink her avid fingers into his youthful flesh.
Margaret Atwood
#60. As she recited the names and facts, she was recovering not only her memory but also her personality, her desires, her way of seeing life. The idea of suicide, which that morning seemed to be buried beneath several layers of sedatives, resurfaced.
Paulo Coelho
#61. You were her way here, and it's a dangerous thing to be a door.
Neil Gaiman
#62. Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.
Arundhati Roy
#63. And this girl - this tiny, curvaceous, engaging, walking, talking contradiction - is working her way up to Libby Fields's position very, very quickly, which is really saying something since I'm twenty-five, not fourteen.
M. Leighton
#64. Later, much later, as an adult woman, she wrote of her need to be loved, to be desired, as a ravenous monster with an exigent appetite living in a black hole within. Whatever love was thrown her way, the monster devoured it and left her with nothing.
Rabih Alameddine
#65. Sorcha curtseyed to Ronan and stalked past him.
Smiling the men cast glances her way, but didn't dare say a word.
Alban shook his head. "She is a hell cat, Ronan. Marry her and put us all out of our misery.
Terry Spear
#66. Then I give her a grim shake of my head and say aloud, 'This blows ass.' She nods sympathetically. She doesn't understand, but of course, in her way she understands completely.
Elizabeth Gilbert
#67. You know, Emily was a selfish old woman in her way. She was very generous, but she always wanted a return. She never let people forget what she had done for them - and, that way she missed love.
Agatha Christie
#69. Mine is a story about a teenage single mother who struggled to keep her young family afloat. It's a story about a young woman who was given a precious opportunity to work her way up in the world. It's a story about resiliency, and sacrifice, and perseverance. And you're damn right it's a true story.
Wendy Davis
#70. Becky! Love!" Mum has pushed her way through her dancing guests to reach me. "What's wrong? Has labor started?"
Honestly. My family has no idea about contemporary urban street dance trends.
Sophie Kinsella
#71. Roland studied her a bit more, a tad too intently. "Perhaps you and I shall get to work with each other a bit, Lillian. Your position intrigues me."
She wouldn't mind working with him - but not in the way Roland meant. Her way would include a dagger, a shovel, and an unmarked grave.
Sarah J. Maas
#72. Amos surely left it behind for a reason, and more and more Mrs. Bowe felt she was following a path trod out for her by another. For the time being, she was willing to play the part allotted to her. But she would keep an eye on the boy in her way.
Ari Berk
#73. The two endorsements I'm most proud of come from Isabel Wilkerson and Toni Morrison. The latter is the greatest American fiction writer of our time, and the former is on her way to being the greatest American nonfiction writer of our time.
Ta-Nehisi Coates
#74. I knew her well enough to understand that when Delia pushed you away, it was her way of making sure she didn't get shoved first.
Jodi Picoult
#75. It was as though she was an exile from a world that saw things her way
Robertson Davies
#76. You are so stubborn."
"I am? I? Woman who insists everything be her way? You must wear hard white shoes. You must remove your weapons. You must travel in a car. You must not kiss me even though I wrap my legs around you when you do. Must must must. I weary of that word.
Karen Marie Moning
#77. But she'd managed to find her way into our reality, perhaps because she had an important mission here, perhaps because she was here to save us from what people call the monotony of life.
Jostein Gaarder
#78. When your child is seized by an idea with the zeal of a fundamentalist Bible salesman from Indiana, stand in his or her way at your own risk.
Marisha Pessl
#79. She preferred to be numb. And mostly these days she was. She played dead, sleepwalking her way through her life on autopilot, hardly caring whether he hit her or kissed her - it was all the same in the end.
Cleary James
#80. I see death and tragedy all the time and nothing makes it worse than when it's totally senseless. All she needed was some niceness, some basic human kindness, and she wouldn't be on her way to the morgue and her parents wouldn't be devastated. It's heartbreaking and so senseless.
Jay Crownover
#81. Kai clasped his hands together. Right. Now, is that the one where the dominatrix queen throws a tantrum and threatens war every time she doesn't get her way? That relationship?
Marissa Meyer
#82. But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perverseness of forty surrounding families cannot prevent her. Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way.
Jane Austen
#83. She lays the book face down on her chest. Already her bedroom (no, their bedroom) feels more densely inhabited, more actual, because a character named Mrs. Dalloway is on her way to buy flowers.
Michael Cunningham
#84. It wasn't just her words, it was her way of putting them together, the voice that seemed to gain power with each one, so that my head had been filled with images so magically vibrant it was as if I had seen them with my own eyes. She changed the world into something fine. She made one believe.
Megan Chance
#85. How she has held her shit together and clawed her way back to becoming a functioning human being again, I will never know. I couldn't have done it, but she did, and with the help of Cam, she's in a good place.
Lesley Jones
#87. And Marianne, who had the knack of finding her way in every house to the library, however it might be avoided by the family in general, soon procured herself a book.
Jane Austen
#88. As Katie wound her way among the tables, a breeze from the Atlantic rippled through her hair.
Nicholas Sparks
#89. Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate,
I find under the boughs of love and hate,
In all poor foolish things that live a day,
Eternal beauty wandering on her way.
W.B.Yeats
#90. Somehow, in the relatively short time I'd known Serena, she had wiggled her way into my cold body. She was my light, my warmth, and I wasn't ready to let her go.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#91. As Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent, stared at the young woman who had just barged her way into his London residence, it occurred to him that he might have tried to abduct the wrong heiress last week at Stony Cross Park.
Lisa Kleypas
#92. I know your mother lives in your head - almost everyone's mother does, I guess - but you can't let her have her way on this one
Stephen King
#93. In her way, she was a hard one. Faith in any sort of natural justice was nothing but a night light; she knew of that. Whatever she did, she would end the same way with everyone does: flat on her back with a tube in her nose, wondering, Is this all?
Thomas Harris
#94. She'd made her way into his heart. Snuck in when he wasn't looking. It was impossible to be with her and not fall deeply, madly in love with her.
Christine Feehan
#95. She's clearly gone too long without male companionship if any brute who walked her way made her sit up and take notice.
Cari Quinn
#96. Where the Tennessee River, like a silver snake, winds her way through the clay hills of Alabama, sits high on these hills, my home town, Florence.
William Christopher Handy
#97. He was just a taker. She was a taker in her way too. They were taking each other, and they loved each other for that. -June Havoc
Karen Abbott
#98. I assure you; while I look like a ghost, I'm no spirit or demon. I'm nothing but a girl struggling to make her way in an intolerant world. I bleed, I love, and someday, I'll die.
Leanna Renee Hieber
#99. She was tough in the best sense of the word. She'd taken blows, the disappointments, and had worked her way through them. Some people, he knew, would have buckled under, found a clutch, or given up. But she had carved a place for herself and made it work.
Nora Roberts
#100. Marcy grunted. Tired of watching her fight her way out of the chair, I gave her a good pull. She crossed
Rae Davies
