Her Quotes
He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have found a girl like her. She may have been the perfect woman for him.
But as the years passed, he missed her more, not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking.
I have only known two men's souls in my life, one the devil, the other the the bird's wings which picked me up and carried me back to the freedom of being.
But when she finally got the wings to fly she realized she had nowhere else to go to...
You're my phantom limb, Mouse. I keep looking for you. I forget. I feel stupid, Mouse. Haunt me, find me, come back from wherever you are. Be with me.
The problem with magic was that it made her feel very alone.
Stories are made about girls like you. The wild ones, those rare faces that smile in the midst of chaos.
Despite the way she rallied, the haunted look in her eyes was enough to break him, as lost and lonely as an abandoned child’s.
Without the wetness of your love, The fragrance of your water, Or the trickling sounds ofYour voice, I shall always feelthirsty.
Either you're going to shoot us or you're not. The ball always lands on red or black, never both.
She reeked of respectability and sophistication, and he went hard on a helpless surge of lust.
She had always observed that she got on better with clever women than silly ones like herself
If I was asked to write a poem about her. Every word I use would end up, being her name. And it would still sound so beautiful and breathtaking to me in the end.
Looking at her always reminded me of a rose that was dripping blood. I always felt it was drawing all the life from inside. Just to look beautiful on the outside.
The speech of God’s beautiful woman is a fountain of life to those around her.
I loved those eyes, even though they never saw my pain, I loved those ears, even though they heard my stories
Now you're being ridiculous. If your mom changed into a carrot, I'd think she'd change back before someone ate her, werewolf or not.
His lips were approaching hers, but she could not taste sin. Not yet. Not until she knew the name of this golden haired man, so her soul could sing his name for the rest of eternity.
Listen to the whisper of the ocean. See the beauty of her crystal blue eyes. Enjoy the hug of her warm, joyful and dancing beauty. Feel her deep driving desire in her waves.
Wake up, dance with the light of the morning sun.Enjoy the warmth of her love, fell the joy of life, feel the joy of deepest gratitude.
Even in death, my mother smiled—and she had every reason to do so, for I had become precisely what she hoped I would—her mirror image.
Angela turned in her chair. Resting her chin on folded hands, the mirror reflected the look of a girl in love. ‘Oh, what a blessing fate has bestowed on me.
Tell me what I am to you.” …“Oh honey, you’re the man I call when I need a ride.
His thoughts are unfathomable & her emotions are all over the place. Oh! The tragedy of Love.
Elizabeth nodded, looking too dejected to do much more. “Can she just go back to him?” she pleaded. “He’s dying. She’s dying. They can’t have a life together, but at least they could have th
He wanted one night with her when he did not have to be on his guard waiting for the Douglases to discover that she was English and a lass
She felt the lurch of a head rush. The boy who had not paid attention to her
At times he felt that he had almost rather not be in love with her, for it brought him no peace. What was the use of it, if it was only going to be painful?
In the summer heat the reapers say, “We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.
She didn't have an answer for that. People like her only ever have questions.
We told each other what movies we were currently watching and what books we were reading.