Quotes About Her

#1. I could always sing, from a really young age, but my voice was really weird. I used to make my mum turn up the radio every day in our house. She was well into music so I got that from her.

Ellie Goulding

#2. Her fingertips rested on his cheek, like a constellation of unexpected kindness.

Tessa Dare

#3. When TJ and I got to the bottom, we found Hope staring terrified at Molly. The dog had something long and horrible and meaty in her jaws. It took me a moment to register that it was a very fresh-looking human spine. Damn, she was hungry.

David Wong

#4. In the future if my mother tries to shame me with her disapproval, I will let her know in no uncertain terms that I reject her and all of her codependent baggage. I am Codependent No More.

Susan Juby

#5. She had spoken it; but she trembled when it was done, conscious that her words were listened to, and daring not even to try to observe their effect.

Jane Austen

#6. I don't need to touch a woman to possess her; I can reel in souls with a simple look, a light touch, a well-timed smile. It's not magic. This, this is simple biology.

C.M. Stunich

#7. Her sunny side was always up.

Richard Brautigan

#8. The Cubist paintings in the Centre Pompidou in Paris were strange but amazing. The big fat magical cat said they made her eyes hurt.

Jim Shanahan

#9. Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

Nicole Krauss

#10. The worker must have bread, but she must have roses, too. Help, you women of privilege, give her the ballot to fight with.

Rose Schneiderman

#11. Trust. Affection. Respect." I shoved her tainted after-school snack across the table. "It must be hard to think of qualities you don't possess.

Dia Reeves

#12. The years would not wait for Zealers and saviors, not for chance nor hope. The erratic line would scribble on until Nyra washed away from life itself, her youth stolen forever by the malediction that was wishing.

Kelly Michelle Baker

#13. For God, having given her power over his only-begotten and natural Son, also gave her power over his adopted children - not only in what concerns their body - which would be of little account - but also in what concerns their soul.

Louis De Montfort

#14. Of all the men I have known, I cannot recall one whose mother did her level best for him when he was little who did not turn out well when he grew up.

Frances Parkinson Keyes

#15. She transforms once again into someone carefree, and I transform into someone whose only care is her.

David Levithan

#16. I think you've all heard my story about my daughter and how we felt Children's Hospital saved her life when she was less than a year old. I won't go through all of the details of that.

Jack Nicklaus

#17. You hear mothers say all the time that they would die for their children, but my mom never said shit like that. She didn't have to. When it came to my brother, it was written across her face in 112-point Tupac Gothic.

Junot Diaz

#18. something glorious a minute later. How could anyone not have an orgasm? While she didn't ask for his cock, her mouth opened as she gulped in air. Perhaps it was when she dropped her head back that he understood she was ever so close, because he shut off the vibrator and pulled it out.

Vella Day

#19. Canadian weather resembles a slightly spoiled beautiful girl with a good heart, but a bad disposition. After being horrid for much too long a time, she suddenly turns right about and makes up for everything with so much charm that you vow again you always loved her!

Wilder Penfield

#20. I don't like psychiatrists," Alecto told her. "Not because they don't think I'm real, but because they have no idea what they're doing.

Rebecca McNutt

#21. Polly had always marveled ... that her country would name such a processed and unnatural product [American cheese] after itself, yet hungry Rose ... gleefully ate every individually wrapped, plastic little one of them.

Sheri Holman

#22. Her soul rusted with that grievance sticking in it

Virginia Woolf

#23. How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and monring dew

Ralph Waldo Emerson

#24. To have a girl two thousand miles away going to pieces over you, weeping at the mere memory of you, losing her appetite, losing herself and her self respect - well, that's a trophy enough for a guy's ego, huh?

Jerry Spinelli

#25. To find and enjoy profound happiness, learn from nature and emulate her stoic calmness.

Debasish Mridha

#26. This woman's size protected her
from the hurts of the world
but it also imprisoned her soul.
As the merry-go-round revolved, she ate another French fry,as a silent scream frozen on her face.

David W. Earle

#27. Mary Daheim writes with wit, wisdom, and a big heart. I love her books.

Carolyn Hart

#28. A bite." She touched the hilt of her sword, the sword that he had given her. Oathkeeper. "My lord, you gave me a quest.

George R R Martin

#29. But her beauty was more than their beauty, and her sorrow deeper than their sorrows; and she knelt before Mandos and sang to him.

J.R.R. Tolkien

#30. Janice rolled her eyes. First, the doctor had ogled her, and now Karr was leering at her and licking his lips lasciviously.
Oh this is great. I'm being mentally undressed by a space pirate.

William L. Lavell

#31. amanda thought about her addiction to being on the move. about whether she was running away or running toward.

Elizabeth Noble

#32. Her lungs felt thick and slow, her mind dissolved, she felt she could cling like a bat in the long swoon of the crannied, underword darkness. Cling like a bat and sway for ever swooning in the draughts of the darkness

D.H. Lawrence

#33. I told my wife the truth. I told her I was seeing a psychiatrist. Then she told me the truth: that she was seeing a psychiatrist, two plumbers, and a bartender.

Rodney Dangerfield

#34. But she knew that her father's presence at the table with a man who spewed filth from his mouth - did that make it less filthy? No. it condoned.

Harper Lee

#35. How did Rue end up on that stage with nothing but the wind offering to take her place?

Suzanne Collins

#36. But even though she was wise beyond her years, she was still young, and so was I, and all of our words were drowned out by the noise of our beating hearts, screaming at us that we were, after all, creatures of flesh and blood.

Dexter Palmer

#37. Cinna slid down the bar, sassing three groomsmen and
winking at a fourth on her way.
"I totally get why some animals eat their young," Pepper said.

Jamie Farrell

#38. I love Shakira - she is such a beautiful person. She does so many good things for the world on top of making good music. And she is an awesome mom. When you are Latina, it is all about family, and to see that she prioritizes family and her career at the same time is really nice.

Becky G

#39. A woman's sense of self is defined through her feelings and the quality of her relationships.

John Gray

#40. A person's heart should be what she was judged by, rather than whose blood ran in her veins.

Melanie Dickerson

#41. HIM: I should have known better than to fall for a scientist. Your idea of a Valentine's heart probably has an aorta. HER: Is it a crime to be biologically relevant? She

Jodi Picoult

#42. She was so delicate that, while we sat beneath the linden branches, a leaf would fall and drift down and touch her skin, and it would leave a bruise. So as we sat in the afternoon hour, beneath that fragrant linden bower, I had to chase all of the leafs that fell away.

Roman Payne

#43. She was carried along by events, not reflecting on them, just letting them sweep over her.

David Brooks

#44. Angel blinked hard and bit her lip, trying to stop the quivering of her chin. "I feel like I've waited my whole life for him, waited to get to this point where I could appreciate and value him most.

Linda Winfree

#45. [A]ll her life she [Chantal] had been carefully, heroically watching over mediocre beings who were hardly real, over things of no value.

Georges Bernanos

#46. And then - thwack! - Anne had brought her slate down on Gilbert's head and cracked it - slate not head - clear across.

L.M. Montgomery

#47. Our job is to become more and more of what we are. The growth of a poet seems to be related to his or her becoming less and less embarrassed about more and more.

Marvin Bell

#48. As strange as it seemed, I knew in my heart that one day her death would affect me, and stranger still, that mine would affect her.

Jhumpa Lahiri

#49. Miss Bingley's congratulations to her brother, on his approaching marriage, were all that was affectionate and insincere.

Jane Austen

#50. She knows more of love than the poets can say, and her eyes offer something that won't go away.

Harry Chapin

#51. Her pain was so jagged. You couldn't touch her without it slicing through you too. I wanted to fold myself around her and absorb the rest of the blows life would deliver.

Tarryn Fisher

#52. Behind me, Ingrid made a sort of muffled snorting sound. I can only assume she was choking on a breath mint. I shot her a look, hoping she hadn't heard anything, and saw she was wearing a poker face, which could only mean she'd heard everything.

Daniel O'Malley

#53. I imagine watching Gale volunteering to save Rory in the reaping, having him torn from my life, becoming some strange girl's lover to stay alive, and then coming home with her. Living next to her. Promising to marry her. The

Suzanne Collins

#54. Nor did he think of Celia any more, though he could sometimes remember having dreamt of her. If only he had been able to think of her, he would not have needed to dream of her.

Samuel Beckett

#55. Fairy tales had been her first experience of the magical universe, and more than once she had wondered why people ended up distancing themselves from that world, knowing the immense joy that childhood had brought to their lives.

Paulo Coelho

#56. I loved her, atom by atom, one burning cell at a time.

Kami Garcia

#57. Up in the distance the whistle of the wind sang to her from the mountain. From Lucian's mountain. It beckoned and taunted and she wanted to run towards it. To be enveloped in its coat of fleece and to hear its safe sounds.

Melina Marchetta

#58. To be liberated, woman must feel free to be herself, not in rivalry to man but in the context of her own capacity and her personality.

Indira Gandhi

#59. Love swamped her. It always seemed to come in huge, unexpected waves that left her flailing helplessly.

J.D. Robb

#60. Playing on her femininity and making him feel uncomfortable seemed highly effective.

Sara Sheridan

#61. The voices didn't join in this time, as she hadn't spoken, but to her surprise, they all thought in chorus." - LEWIS CARROLL, Through the Looking-Glass

Connie Willis

#62. They were almost never alone, and now that they almost-practically were, he felt kind of frantic for her attention.

Rainbow Rowell

#63. The man who never makes a mistake always takes orders from one who does. No man or woman who tries to pursue an ideal in his or her own way is without enemies.

Daisy Bates

#64. Crinoline was so wide that she parted the crowd wherever she walked, leaving an aisle of space behind her.

Eleanor Catton

#65. He was waiting for a man with a knife to come out of a doorway at him. All this time, he told me, he had been trying to steal death from her body. By confronting it himself, he would keep it away from her.

Don DeLillo

#66. My mother was a Bloomsbury figure: a great friend of TS Eliot, Duncan Grant, Vanessa Bell. My grandmother, Mary Hutchinson, gave her life to works of art, being an admirer of Matisse and Giaometti, whom I collected as a young man because of her.

Jacob Rothschild

#67. What does it mean to love someone with all your heart? It means to love with all your emotional feelings and with all your devotion. Surely when you love your wife with all your heart, you cannot demean her, criticize her, find fault with her, or abuse her by words, sullen behavior, or actions.

Ezra Taft Benson

#68. She wondered if literature might lose some of its interest when she reached an age or state of mind where her life was set on such a sure course that the things she read might stop seeming so powerfully like alternate directions for her being.

Charles Frazier

#69. The dragon lifted his head and regarded her with those eerie eyes. "The princess came," he said in the saddest tone she'd ever heard.

Megan Frampton

#70. Ms. Scarlett always delivers hot, sexy alphas and this isn't any different. Holy smokes, is this ever HOT! Love her writing and the way she spins a story but adds the HOT factor. Her alphas are phenomenal! - JC

Scarlett Avery

#71. Her sigh felt dragged from the depths of her soul. Great. Working for Bump again.

Stacia Kane

#72. It will be a nuisance if he even suspects I spare the merest moment to ponder the Intruder, and he would willfully misinterpret it. I think of her only because I am concerned with their security. The thought was so lame and uncertain in his own mind, it made him growl.

K.M. Shea

#73. The coolly logical part of her brain noted almost sardonically that Edilio had a superpower after all: being Edilio.

Micheal Grant

#74. You cannot put women and men on an equal footing. It is against nature. They were created differently. Their nature is different. She should not laugh loudly in front of all the world and should preserve her decency at all times.

Recep Tayyip Erdogan

#75. The days of chivalry are not gone, notwithstanding Burke's grand dirge over them; they live still in that far-off worship paid by many a youth and man to the woman of whom he never dreams that he shall touch so much as her little finger or the hem of her robe.

George Eliot

#76. I have now lost my barrier between me and death; God grant I may live to be as well prepared for it, as I confidently believe her to have been! If the way to Heaven be through piety, truth, justice and charity, she is there.

Jonathan Swift

#77. Fatima's hair, what was left of it, had pulled free of the coil into which she'd put it before striking the match. Her face was now black and shiny, as if an artist commissioned to lacquer the eyes of a statue of

Katherine Boo

#78. She opened her eyes and touched her lips, as though he had just kissed them. She could taste him.

Jean M. Grant

#79. I worked with someone who told me they'd never like me. But for some reason, I just felt like I needed her approval. So I started changing myself to please her. It made me stop being social and friendly. I was so unhappy.

Ariana Grande

#80. neck and collarbone and took a picture. Kiss me here. #atnight She pressed upload and then put the phone in her bag, walked out into the street and flagged a taxi.

Kate Forster

#81. I gave to a [Hillary Clinton ]foundation that, frankly, that foundation is supposed to do good. I didn't know her money would be used on private jets going all over the world.

Donald Trump

#82. Nix," I said, and her name was a poem. She tilted her face up to the dawn; my lips met hers. She pressed close to me, and then there was no past, no future - only now. No her, no me. Only us.

Heidi Heilig

#83. I was referred to her by a guardian in northern Wilmington, a guy who handles people that are moving into nursing homes. They leave all their stuff there, and we have to empty the houses out. She provides a great service

Richard Harris

#84. For the first time, Jacqueline heard Charisma sound less like an enthusiastic girl and more like a woman whose hard won maturity had cost her dearly

Christina Dodd

#85. It didn't matter that Daniel had already seen her at her absolute, tear-streaked, bedraggled worst. She still had an overwhelming desire to be pretty for him. Which made her resent herself.

Frankie Rose

#86. They looked at the world with an impractical, luminous earnestness that moved her, but never convinced her.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

#87. Maya, having recently made her way through The Lord of the Rings trilogy, names it Bag End. "Because it looks as if a hobbit might live here." A.J. kisses his daughter on the forehead. He is delighted to have produced such a fantastic nerd.

Gabrielle Zevin

#88. She was both more assured and quieter, deeper. It was as if the distance she had traveled had ironed out some of her foolish impulsiveness, her flippancy.

Amanda Coplin

#89. She wondered briefly if perhaps she could leave her broken heart here in the cemetery and just take the rest of her home.

Jen Meyers

#90. For me, every hour is grace. And I feel gratitude in my heart each time I can meet someone and look at his or her smile.

Elie Wiesel

#91. Someday I hope Americans will not believe that anyone had to spend his or her days fighting for limited government because everyone they know wants maximum freedom and minimum statism.

Grover Norquist

#92. Eo didn't deserve to die a slave to the Society. And despite her Color, Mustang doesn't deserve any sort of bridle.

Pierce Brown

#93. He'd said he was in love with her. And that just filled her up and emptied her out again. It made her want to shake, it made her want to weep. It made her want to hold onto him as if her life depended on it.

Nora Roberts

#94. From the moment she'd first seen him in the Fontaine ballroom, she'd been lost. The passionate kiss a week later had destroyed her. Even now she could feel the heat of his expert lips against hers, and the remembrance of his taste made her mouth water.

Sylvia Day

#95. I've always said people say on a dramatic show, 'I was crying. It was so emotional when he went and grabbed that little girl from a burning building and handed her over to her mother.' In comedy, the best thing you can say is, 'I think it's funny.'

Bob Newhart

#96. Our story opens in the mind of Luther L. (L for LeRoy) Fliegler, who is lying in his bed, not thinking of anything, but just aware of sounds, conscious of his own breathing, and sensitive to his own heartbeats. Lying beside him is his wife, lying on her right side and enjoying her sleep.

John O'Hara

#97. Twenty-fours hours of sleeplessness had made her, in my eyes, anyway, and idealized representation of compassionate, long-suffering women of all ages everywhere.

Kurt Vonnegut

#98. My mother wanted me off her hands. She was a working woman. She designed clothes, and she was a celebrity collector. It's my mother's ambition to be a celebrity.

Stephen Sondheim

#99. With an embarrassingly little amount of effort on his part, he twisted the Glock out of her fingers and flung it across the drive...
"Going so soon?" he asked.
"The company isn't to my liking.

Avery Flynn

#100. Dawson sprang off the bed, but his feet never touched the floor beside it. He hovered, staring down at himself. He was glowing.
Like in full motherfreaking alien mode up in her house, in her bedroom.

Jennifer L. Armentrout