Her Quotes

[About Paz De La Huerta....] And there is this girl in the audience and she's gorgeous I can only kind of see her silhouette and she's getting like her t*ts out and I'm like: God, that's unusual.

I chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, for qualities that would wear well.

My mom was always really healthy and cautious about her diet, so I'm not a big sugar guy.

The silver swan, who, living had no note, When death approached unlocked her silent throat.

Where there are large powers with little ambition... nature may be said to have fallen short of her purposes.

She was dazzling-- alight; it was agony to comprehend her beauty in a glance.

My girlfriend still doesn't know why her sweaters are always stretched out.

The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.

She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.

Learning is like a cow of desire. It, like her, yields in all seasons.

Learning is like a cow of desire. It, like her, yields in all seasons. Like a mother, it feeds you on your journey. Therefore learning is a hidden treasure.

The female rock-'n'-roll-country-pop songwriter is back, and her name is Taylor Swift. And it's women like her who are going to save the music business.

She wore blue velvet Bluer than velvet was the night Softer than satin was the light From the stars She wore blue velvet Bluer than velvet were her eyes Warmer than May her tender sighs

She wants to go home, but nobody's home. That's why she lies, broken inside. With no place to go, no place to go, to dry her eyes, broken inside.

What about King Tut’s tomb?” I protested. “That boy king?” Zia rolled her eyes. “Boring. You should see some of the good tombs.

I looked into her eyes. "Mom, who do you pray to?" I just pray, Daniel. That's all.

Diana Krall knocks me out. I like jazz and I like her simple approach.

Her iron will won international respect. Her unabashed femininity gained women's. Margaret Thatcher was a lady's lady.

While she is lovely, we need to remember that her face is not what distinguishes her. Her beauty is a reflection of the virtue and talent she keeps inside.

I find Lady Gaga hilarious. And I kind of like her. My heart's warmed to her.

As his hands moved to his trousers, he saw that she was pulling the bedsheets over her. "Don't," he said, barely recognizing his own voice. Her eyes met his, and he said, "I'll be your blanket".

Her eyes hold the pale moon in them, the way a still pond holds stars.

Faith keeps many doubts in her pay. If I could not doubt, I should not believe.

Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.

Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.

A pregnant woman facing the most dire circumstances must be able to count on her doctor to do what is medically necessary to protect her from serious physical harm.

An Edwardian lady in full dress was a wonder to behold, and her preparations for viewing were awesome.

I'm for absolute autonomy of the individual, and an adult, competent woman has absolute autonomy. It's her choice.

A woman telling her true age is like a buyer confiding his final price to an Armenian rug dealer.

A girl can tell I like her when I blush or start telling bad jokes.

...The girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window, and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later.

There were a thousand secrets in her eyes, a thousand wounds. A lifetime of distrust and betrayal. Isolation. How did one overcome such things?

If her eyes had no expression, it was probably because they had nothing to express. If she had few wrinkles, it was because her mind had never traced its name or any other inscription on her face.

She had bullets in her eyes and they fired.

You know, I'm going to start thanking the woman who cleans the restroom in the building I work in. I'm going to start thinking of her as a human being.

Her beauty was sold for an old man's gold. She's a bird in a gilded cage.

One of my great secrets was knowing I had the power to make her smile.

If a woman likes another woman, she's cordial. If she doesn't like her, she's very cordial.

There should be, methinks, as little merit in loving a woman for her beauty as in loving a man for his prosperity; both being equally subject to change.

You don't have to echo my feelings, Mencheres, but you can't talk me out of them either. I love you" Her smile was wry. "Deal with it.

When a leader is upbeat in the face of discouraging circumstances, others admire that quality and want to be like her.

Death ... doesn't take her eyes off us for a minute, so much so that even those who are not yet due to die feel her gaze pursuing them constantly.

Don't tell a woman she's pretty; tell her there's no other woman like her, and all roads will open to you.

A real feminist doesn't apologize for her beauty. You can be a sexy, beautiful woman and be the smartest person in the room.

As for my ideal type, I like girls who don't have powerful presence, and not self-centered. I'd like her to have a light skin, and a calm personality.

You must learn to respect," Papa said. But I do not respect her," I said. Papa paused for a moment, and patted my leg. "Then you must learn to hide your disrespect.

It requires but little acquaintance with the heart to know that woman's first wish is to be handsome; and that, consequently, the readiest method of obtaining her kindness is to praise her beauty.

There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.

If a pretty woman only knew how anger improved her beauty! Her complexion needs no other paint than indignation.

But what happens when her beauty is torn from her like a cover from a book? Will he care to read her then, although her pages speak of nothing but love for him?