Her Quotes

She was born Anidori-Kiladra Talianna Isilee, Crown Princess of Kildenree, and she did not open her eyes for three days.

I’m protecting her. (Wulf) From? (Chris) Daimons. (Wulf) Big bad ones. (Cassandra)

Turn yourself over to Aksel, and I might let her go. (Arast) Yeah, right. And I’m a one-legged dung dealer. (Nykyrian)

Lover," she whispers, and closes her eyes. It falls upon her. Love is like dying.

In what twisted universe would a girl who's just been dumped still want to be friends with the boy who dumped her?

He wanted to wake up to her smile every day for the rest of his life, like some stupid coffee commercial on TV.

Solitude stands by the window She turns her head as I walk in the room I can see by her eyes she's been waiting Standing in the slant of the late afternoon

Oh, I’ll fight you,” she promised, her eyes clear of shadows. “That’s the way I roll.

The moment Eve bit into the apple, her eyes opened and she became free. She exposed the truth of what every woman knows: to find our sovereign voice often requires a betrayal.

You could sometimes see her twelfth year in her cheeks, or her ninth sparkling from her eyes; and even her fifth would flit over the curves of her mouth now and then.

... when he kissed her, she received the kiss without returning it, her eyes wide open, not afraid, not a virgin's eyes, just flat and uninvolved.

She took off her dark glasses and squinted at me. It was as though her eyes were shattered prisms, the dots of blue and gray and green like broken bits of sparkle.

The light in her eyes was beyond description, yet it did not instill improper thoughts: it inspired a love tempered by awe, purifying the hearts it inflamed.

Eyes open, then," I say, tapping the skin between my eyebrows. I don’t really need her eyes to be on mine, but I feel better when they are.

I laugh, mirthless, a mad laugh. I savor the scowl on her face, the hate in her eyes. She was like a machine; she was cold and emotionless, bound by logic alone. And I broke her.

Yes," she says, her eyes bright with tears. "My dear child, you've done so well.

I can’t leave now. I like her too much. There, I said it. But I won’t say it again.

There is something I want-something I have come to get, and she fell deeper and deeper without knowing quite what it was, with her eyes closed.

If a female employee is offended, a boss would like her to tell him, not sue him.

Time can but make her beauty over again.

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes

A blind man can't forget the eyesight he lost, show me any beautiful girl. How can her beauty not remind me of the one whose beauty surpasses hers?

Annika's my role model, and I wish in the future I could be like her.

I acted when I was a real little kid. My mother was an actress in a Miami theater company comprised of actors from Cuba like her and I was the default kid.

I love you butdon't know what todo.

Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right.

When I was a seminarian, I was dazzled by a girl I met at an uncle's wedding. I was surprised by her beauty, her intellectual brilliance... and, well, I was bowled over for quite a while.

I have discovered that my interest in my dear pupil, Mabel, has ripened into a far deeper feeling than that of mere friendship. In fact, I know that I have learned to love her very sincerely.

She lives her life like a flame

I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.

I worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

Brushing a girl’s hair behind her earonce a daywill solve more problemsthan all thosetherapists and drugs.

She was afraid of heightsbut she was much more afraid of never flying.

Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

From the moment I saw her I knew this onewas worththebroken heart.

Our songslive longer thanour kingdoms.

I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days, to our very last tomorrows.

We humans are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.

That was her magic— she could still see the sunseteven on those darkest days.

Art takes time—Monet grew his gardensbefore he painted them.

We are all born free and spend a lifetime becoming slaves to our own false truths.

There will alwaysa glimmer in thosewho have been through the dark.

True artcomes from flying with the madnessso close you burn your eyelashes.

Put a girl in moonlightand tell only truthsand every man becomes a poet.

She sat in her perfect house, with her perfect husband, wishing that her perfect life would end.

And the stars blinked as they watched her carefully jealous of the way she shone.

We were strange in loveher and I too wild to last too rare to die.

Drugs to mehave always beena pretty girl with a sly smilebeckoning mewith a finger down the dark path of a fork in the road.

She found herselfover a long and treacherous roadand the more treacherous the road became, the more of herselfshe found.