Top 100 Here She Quotes
#1. If my mom sees you here, she'll ---"
"Paper the walls with my innards while the innocents watch?
Jamie Farrell
#2. A young girl would go into the wood as trustingly as Red Riding Hood to her granny's house but this light admits no ambiguities and, here, she will be trapped in her own illusion because everything in the woods is exactly as it seems.
Angela Carter
#3. Mr. Chan," Grace said as the wind whipped strands of her hair across her face. "What are you doing here?" She shouted over the howling wind as it lashed around them.
"Catering," the old man said flashing her a toothy gold grin.
Patti Roberts
#4. Karou wasn't a prize to win; that wasn't why he was here. She was a woman and would choose her own life. He was here to do what he could, whatever he could, that she might have a life to choose, one day. Whoever and whatever that included was her own affair.
Laini Taylor
#5. That will be fine," Ethan muttered. "Now breathe through the pain." "Come over here," she grunted. "I'll show you how to breathe through my fist.
Robyn Peterman
#6. It says that Moon Child's power ends here. She is the only one who can never set foot in this place. She cannot penetrate to the center of A U R Y N, because she cannot cast off her own self.
Michael Ende
#8. Not to worry. Now that I'm here, she'll give up the other men.
Anonymous
#9. The only way to tell off an asshole was face-to-face and to look fantastic doing it. So, here she was, with perfect makeup, hair done in a riot of waves that had taken a ridiculously long time to create, and a brand new screw you and the horse you rode in on dress laid out on her bed.
Roberta Pearce
#10. Here, she felt, putting the spoon down, was the still space that lies about the heart of things, where one could move or rest ...
Virginia Woolf
#11. Someday we'll look back on all of this and we won't even believe we were here," she whispered. "We'll say, 'Do you remember when we used to live in Iowa?'" I smiled, warm, already falling back to sleep. I told her, "We'll say, 'That happened during the Iowa years.
Ann Patchett
#12. Aunt Ruth looked at the unlucky pair.
"What are you doing here?" she asked Perry.
Stovepipe Town made a mistake.
"Oh, looking for a round square," said Perry off-handedly, his eyes suddenly becoming limpid with mischief and lawless roguery.
L.M. Montgomery
#13. It was just her and Midas in here, tucked away from the world. Here she could turn quietly into glass, with only love to distract her.
Ali Shaw
#14. Is Heathcliff not here?' she demanded, pulling off her gloves, and displaying fingers wonderfully whitened with doing nothing and staying indoors.
Emily Bronte
#15. No. She couldn't stay here. She could not stand to be lost to the darkness forever, when there was still a whole universe she'd never seen.
Marissa Meyer
#16. I saw something last night-a flash of power from an unexpected source. I can't jump to conclusions - I've been looking and waiting and watching for too long to make a mistake. But in my guy I feel she's here. She's here and she has power. I need to get closer to her.
Cate Tiernan
#17. Kayla made me come. Not come-like you guys just-not-I mean, here. She made me come here
Jay McLean
#18. The last time she was up here, she had been ... staring up at the sky and dreaming of stars. Now, she looked down and plotted flames.
Kiersten White
#19. Here she is a puppet, a vessel for others to pour their speech. And it is not a man she has married, but a world.
Jessie Burton
#20. If only I were there and she were here," she sighed. And there, thought the Count, was a suitable plaint for all mankind.
Amor Towles
#21. Why do you have bungee cords back here?" she asked.
"I'm dating again.
Maurice Pirelli
#22. But this time of the year she was in her vaults, underground, and here she resided alone, spending most of her life in darkness, like a tongue
Bruce Robinson
#23. Materia had been just six when they docked in Sydney Harbour and her father said, 'Look. This is the New World. Anything is possible here.' She's been too young to realize that he was talking to her brother.
Ann-Marie MacDonald
#24. Here she is, Tru who wants to pick a fight with Jake. I was wondering when she'd show up. Apparently, at 6 a.m. in a hotel restaurant.
Samantha Towle
#25. Here she was, a women who could bolt-load a crossbow in under a second, put half a dozen long arrows in the air in fewer than five, blade a target dead through the sweet spot at six meters, on the run, on an off day; and yet knitting a pair of baby booties seemed completely beyond her power.
Justin Cronin
#26. Jenks shook his head. "Rache, I really feel bad for her, but Ivy's right. She can't stay here. She needs professional help."
"Really?" I said belligerently, feeling myself warm. "I haven't heard of any group therapy sessions for retired demon familiars, have you?
Kim Harrison
#27. That execution will take place here." She runs her fingertips over the table beneath her. "On this table. I thought it would be interesting to show you."
"I knew what would happen when I came here," I say. "It's just a table. And I'd like to go back to my room now.
Veronica Roth
#28. Here she was at nearly forty, trying to reinvent herself once again.
Marie Force
#29. She was terribly pleased, because she had always, secretly, deep within her heart, believed that she could fly. And now here she was, doing what she had long suspected she could do, and she could not deny that it was gratifying in the extreme.
Kate DiCamillo
#30. There is no God out here, she said. Then she wandered out into the darkness like a foolish blindfaithed believer.
C.J. Anderson
#31. Here she was, being rescued by a socialist, feminist, lesbian, baby-killing, foreign terrorist. What would the ladies in the sewing circle say to that?
Hillary Jordan
#32. If I could, I would summon the sun for you."
Her step faltered and she looked slowly over to him with a smile full of unexpected joy. "Thank you, but I don't need the sun today."
"And why is that?"
"You're here," she said simply, as if that were answer enough.
Evangeline Collins
#33. When you get to be my age," Maude said "most things were a long time ago. But in here?" She tapped her chest... "Some things happened yesterday."
"I nodded. I could feel how that was going to happen. It was already happening.
Laura Alden
#34. Here she is," her mum said, cooing at the baby, "my special girl."
"Oh, cheers," Valkyrie said, rolling her eyes.
Derek Landy
#35. Why is he still here? she asked, pointing to Tristan.
A muscle flexed in his scruffy jaw. Why did he always have sexy scruff. Did the man not own a razor?
Chelsea Fine
#36. Wow. This place looks classy. The smell of fertilizer and rot is really in this season. Remind me, what are we doing here?" she asked looking at him with a coy smile. "Did we come for bait?
Dennis Sharpe
#37. If Elisa were here, she would pray warmth into her body with the power of her Godstone. It gives me comfort. She will never be so cold as I am now.
Rae Carson
#38. I wished Annabeth was here. She'd know what to make of my dream. I'd never admit it to her, but she was smarter than me, even if she was annoying sometimes.
Rick Riordan
#39. She'd always despised the whole other woman thing, but here she was, entertaining the possibility.
Diana Stevan
#40. Where's Simon?" ... "Is he okay? Why isn't he here?" She glared at Derek. "Where'd you leave him?"
Passed out in an alley." Derek frowned in thought. "Not sure where, though ...
Kelley Armstrong
#41. Letty's first false step was here: she said to herself _I can not_, and did not. She lacked courage--a want in her case not much to be wondered at, but much to be deplored, for courage of the true sort is just as needful to the character of a woman as of a man.
George MacDonald
#42. She was lovely. I just wanted to enjoy her without responsibility, but that wasn't why she was here. She'd come here to submit to me. I had a job.
C.D. Reiss
#43. What in the hell is going on around here?" she yelled. "Could you guys keep it down to aircraft-carrier noise?
Rachel Caine
#44. I'm going to get out of here,' she said.
'That's the spirit.' Tamsin sighed, letting go of her last tears.
'Next time they take me to the tanks,' Ana continued, 'I'll make sure they drown me.'
'OK, it's official. You're mad.
Claire Merle
#45. mother of teenagers, blew out a frustrated breath. "I knew if I caved to the 'Oh please, can we have a puppy, Mom!' that I'd be the one to end up here," she said. "I'm not good at this. I've told him to sit a million times.
Jill Shalvis
#46. I'll always be here. She could rip me open, tear me apart, and I'd still crawl back to her.
Nina Lane
#47. Yet here she sat on the sofa, working rather than dealing with the subject that seemed to fill the small flat, pressing against the walls, keeping the atmosphere perpetually stiff with tension. Commentators
Robert Galbraith
#48. But here, she knows, they are not quite as lost. Or alone.
Josh Malerman
#49. Only a girl like this
can know what's happened to you.
If she were here she would
reach out her arms towards
you now, and touch you
with her absent hands
and you would feel nothing, but you would be
touched all the same.
Margaret Atwood
#50. I kiss her on the mouth. She looks around nervously. I watch her reflection in the BMW.
"What's wrong?" I ask. "Not here", she says, but as if "not here" is the promise of somewhere better.
Bret Easton Ellis
#51. Because the truth is that now that he's here, she can't imagine it any other way. Now that he's here, she worries that crossing an entire ocean with someone between them might be something like torture.
Jennifer E. Smith
#52. Again Mosca felt she was up in the rafters, watching the mice. Little mouse, witless with fear. Running the wrong way. And here she was, just watching. Becoming a part of it by doing nothing.
Frances Hardinge
#53. Before she'd fallen asleep, she'd been reminding herself that she couldn't let herself like him, yet here she was, cuddled against him, in his arms again. She decided she'd go back to hating him tomorrow.
Kelly Walker
#54. The bride waits here," she said, running her hands along her hair, taking in her image but seeming to drift away. "This is the moment you think about what you're doing. Who you're choosing. Who you will love. If it's right, Eddie, this can be such a wonderful moment.
Mitch Albom
#55. You can't just take her," Jeremy said, his voice growing rough with anger. "She belongs here. She's my wife."
Henry's eyes narrowed. "Not if I kill you, she isn't. Then she's your widow.
Tessa Dare
#56. I think you're making a mistake," she whispered. "You don't need to go that party to meet a guy, you've got one that's crazy about you right here," she said, leaving me alone.
Jamie McGuire
#57. Now that it was finally here, she wasn't surprised to find herself still reluctant to start it. Reluctant to end the part of her life when this conversation hadn't happened yet. Reluctant to find out what her life would look like after it.
Chris Pavone
#58. Even if you kill her, she'll still be alive-here." He tapped his chest. "In me. I keep her here. She's part of me. So until you kill me, you can't really kill her. And you can't win. It's that simple.
L.J.Smith
#59. Lacy tugged several tissues from her shoulder bag. "Here." She watched me clean my lips and wipe my nose as she fiddled with her purse strap. "Better?
Kerry Lonsdale
#60. Mommy, I know you're done with psychology" - ironically she confused the word "Scientology" with "psychology" - "in here," she said, pointing to my head. "But you have to be over psychology in here." And then she touched my heart with her finger.
Leah Remini
#61. The teenager's room is her cave. It is here she can meet herself, undistracted by the new hassles life is making for her. Here, she can reflect.
Susan Minot
#62. Something should be said here - she should ask him where his home was, maybe compliment him on his choice of pants, or perhaps inquire if he'd mind if she climbed him like Mount Kadish and had her way with him right here and now.
Bethany K. Lovell
#63. A man like me has no business with this substance "beauty," yet here she is, in these soundproofed chambers of my heart.
David Mitchell
#64. And you are not coming back here," She insisted,"So dont give me any empty promises.
Rick Riordan
#65. Once I was on a plane and a woman said to me, 'Now, what's the matter with my tomatoes?' And I said, 'Well, it's a bit difficult to see from here.' She took offence and said, 'I was only trying to be friendly.'
Alan Titchmarsh
#66. Do you have to leave?" she whispered, her voice filled with exhaustion. "I have to," I said, combing my hand through her hair. "Don't you like it here?" "I do, but all of my stuff is there," I said. "So bring it here," she argued. "You can put it in my closet.
Claire Contreras
#67. Mama was a country woman with a whole lot of common sense. She understood what most of our neighbors didn't - that I shouldn't grow dependent on anyone except myself. 'One of these days, I ain't gonna be here,' she kept hammering inside my head.
Ray Charles
#68. What are you doing here?" she asked.
"You forgot something when you left Halstead Hall," he said hoarsely.
"What?"
Her heart lept into her throat as he strode purposefully toward her. "Me.
Sabrina Jeffries
#69. If I'm supposed to keep an eye on you, then I'll be sleeping right here." She pointed meaningfully at the sleeping bag. "What? In here? With me? In the same room?" "No, Frankie Stick-A-Butter, I'm going to hang from the pipes by my toes, fold my wings around me, and snore in your face all night.
James Crawford
#70. She watched the moon, whose radiance stained with primrose the purple of the surrounding sky. In England the moon had seemed dead and alien; here she was caught in the shawl of night together with earth and all the other stars.
E. M. Forster
#71. Travelling in one direction. Yearning to be going the other way. She has lived here. She will survive there.
Asa Larsson
#72. Long years - " he sighs. "Again you found me." "Here," she murmurs.
Virginia Woolf
#73. Here she comes that little town flirt, you're falling for her and you're gonna get hurt.
Del Shannon
#74. Then my mother had several strokes and my father, who was 85, couldn't handle it, so Donna came back and we went through the same thing here. She lives in Mill Valley; her group is organizing this event.
Sally Quinn
#75. You're the one who's not supposed to be here." She hoped he didn't hear the squeak in her normally reliable voice. "How am I supposed to snoop if you don't leave when you say you're going to?
Susan Elizabeth Phillips
#76. Rose? Is that you?" I peered behind him. Lissa. "What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?" She asked
"Ladies, ladies" he said teasingly. "No need to fight over me."
I glared. "We're not.
Richelle Mead
#77. You will not draft here," she said.
"I'll decide that," Gavin said.
Instead of looking irritated, she smiled. "It is as foretold."
Seers. Excellent. "Someone foretold that I'd say that?" Gavin asked.
"No, that you'd be an asshole.
Brent Weeks
#78. Someone's moved these crates away from the wall. Go up to the house, will you, and see if you can find a flashlight? I want a better look."
"Here." She pulled out the small flashlight she'd stuck in her pocket. "Do you have any idea how annoying that is?"
"I'll try not to do it again.
Susan Elizabeth Phillips
#79. It wasn't the dying that bothered her in that statement. It was the here. She didn't want to die here in this cold, cold house with this cold, cold husband she slept with in a bed made of cold, cold iron. "And
Tiffany Reisz
#80. When I wrote about Mary Wollstonecraft, I found that here she was, in the late 18th century, going to work for the 'Analytical Review.' What was the 'Analytical Review?' It was a magazine that dealt with politics and literature.
Claire Tomalin
#81. I am of the generation of segregation. Black Lives Matter is post. I said today, and I will say all the time, "If Nina [Simone] were here, she'd have her Black Lives Matter [T-shirt] on." I think they're great kids. They don't need me or anybody else to tell them what to do.
Nikki Giovanni
#82. Look here,' she began, 'you can't go on like that, you know. If you are really keen on a thing, and it's a good thing, you ought to go and do it. It is no use waiting till people tell you that you may go. Asking permission is a coward's way of shifting responsibility on to some one else.
Winifred Holtby
#83. Here she was back in the brightly lit world she had been avoiding for twenty years, and it was exactly as awful as she remembered it.
Robert Charles Wilson
#84. Time. She had to go home. As soon as the lunar eclipse occurred in three weeks. Because if she stayed here, she would die. Either from the bullet in her back, or from the pain that was slowly sinking talons into her.
Shelly Thacker
#85. Here she was trying to teach him the Peasant Shuffle. He could not hope to master it all in a night, of course; at the Peasants' School in Zug they had spent an entire semester on Cringing alone.
Robert Sheckley
#86. She'd told herself she wouldn't get involved, yet here she was. Typical of those who didn't know how to deal with their own problems. They poked around in other people's troubles so they could feel better about themselves. She pocketed the key.
Susan Elizabeth Phillips
#87. Here she barked out her greetings in Italian, anxious to disassociate herself from the horseless American cowboys and above all from her own kind, the truly lost and unwanted, who move like leaves around the edges of the world, gathering only long enough to wait in line and see if there is any mail
John Cheever
#88. You're not going to ask about your boyfriend?" she asked.
"Don't have one," I told her.
"Well, there's a kid who has hardly left the waiting room since you got here," she said.
John Green
#89. Babe Paley simply never made an empty gesture, and here she was, assembling a parade of them. But her feet, her hands, her mind, her heart, were all restless. Truman.
Melanie Benjamin
#90. Here," she said. "This is for you."
"I didn't really get you anything," I sputtered. "I mean, I didn't know that you were going to be here, and
"
"Don't worry. It's your embarrassment at not having the thought that counts.
David Levithan
#91. Music was like food, like water, like air - that necessary, that essential - and here she was in a break-on-through mood and nothing for it but her own stumbling version caught like lint on her tongue.
T.C. Boyle
#92. But now, here she was, very wishful to pray, while not knowing how to explain her dilemma: 'I'm terribly unhappy, dear, unprobable God - ' would not be a very propitious beginning.
Radclyffe Hall
#93. But wasn't a best friend also someone you could trust not to hurt you? I had hurt Vicki, yet here she was, opening her home and heart to me again. So maybe being a best friend entailed the ability to forgive.
Barbara Delinsky
#94. I miss you', he admitted.
'I'm here', she said.
'That's when I miss you most. When you're here. When you aren't here, when you're just a ghost of the past or a dream from another life, it's easier then.
Neil Gaiman
#95. around here." She changed the subject and rose to her feet. "And
Debra Burroughs
#96. Great. I get to meet Jack Eversea, the Jack Eversea, and I act like a complete imbecile. It was so good Jazz wasn't here, she would have clobbered me by now. For that matter, she would have clobbered him and dragged him back to her lair.
Natasha Boyd
#97. For some she came in a dream. For others in words as clear as a bell: it is time, I am here. She may come in a whisper so loud she can deafen you or a shout so quiet you strain to hear. She may appear in the waves or the face of the moon, in a red goddess or a crow.
Lucy H. Pearce
#98. The moment I was introduced to my wife, Emma, at a party I thought, here she is - and 20 minutes later I told her she ought to marry me. She thought I was as mad as a rat. She wouldn't even give me her telephone number - and she wrote in her diary: 'A funny little man asked me to marry him.'
Julian Fellowes
#99. And here," she said. "Let me fix your tie." She tugged on his bow tie, her eyes appraising him, and he basked in it. He had left his tie crooked on purpose, just so she could straighten it.
Elin Hilderbrand
#100. Kisten probably has one in here," she muttered, then turned with a tube of what looked like lipstick. "Ta-da!"
Ta-da, huh?
Kim Harrison
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