Her Quotes

It’s a woman saying something secretive, something in her eyes that’s almost animalistic

Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to.

Reese Witherspoon. She's sophisticated enough that you just like her. You like her and she's smart.

She 's adorned Amply that in her husband's eye looks lovely,- The truest mirror that an honest wife Can see her beauty in.

A lady likes to be complimented on her looks, her eyes, her figure. But the personality comments are much appreciated.

Am I really a person who lives by faith? God can surely tell the difference between someone who walks in darkness and someone who walks with her eyes shut. Which am I?

And what does it matter when light enters the room where a child sleeps and the waking mother, opening her eyes, wishes more than anything to be unwakened by what she cannot name?

She wore white heirloom lace about her throat And in her hair a bright golden feather A pearl like a plum hung ripe from her neck But her smile fetched ten gold together

Her feelings she hides Her dreams she can't find She's losing her mind She's falling behind She can't find her place She's losing her faith She's falling from grace She's all over the place

Creatively, I really feel like I gave it my all, and I feel ready to let her go.

It was nice - in the dark and the quiet... and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing.

I'll let her go. I won't let her go. I have to let her go. I can't let her go. I can let her go. I don't... want to let her go.

It’s a terrible thing to hate your mother. But I didn’t always hate her. When I was a child, I only kind of disliked her.

That disapproving look was back in her eyes. Her teacher face. The one that could make you squirm from ten paces, even if you were innocent. And I hadn't been innocent for years.

There's nothing stronger than a woman protecting her child

Look," I whisper to Cat, "Shooting star! That's good luck." She rolls her eyes. "It's a plane, you idiot," she says, and when I look again I can see that she's right. Typical.

She turned towards me and narrowed her eyes...narrowed them horizontally, not vertically.

Marrying a woman for her beauty makes no more sense than eating a bird for its singing. But it's a common mistake nonetheless.

You will like her," he persisted. "Egad, she's after your own heart, maman! She shot me in the arm." "Voyons, do you think that is what I like?

The other day at a drive-through, I reminded the teenage girl serving me that she forgot my drinks. She looked at me, hissed, rolled her eyes, and then took her sweet time getting me the sodas.

Here at last is her smile: burn it into your memory; you won't see it often.

At the moment when her eyes closed, when all feeling vanished in her, she thought that she felt a touch of fire imprinted on her lips, a kiss more burning than the red-hot iron of the executioner.

When a woman isn't feeling good about herself and you combine that with her period, eventually she'll ask you if you like her body. You have to say no.

I would say she's definitely not shy, like her dad

I adore Susan Sarandon, she's just so cool, and brilliant, and beautiful. I just like her whole vibe - off- and on-screen.

Hermione drew herself to her full height; her eyes were narrowed and her hair seemed to crackle with electricity. "No," she said, her voice quivering with anger, "but I will write to your mother.

JAQUES: Rosalind is your love's name? ORLANDO: Yes, just. JAQUES: I do not like her name. ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.

Tigerkit! Have you been eavesdropping again?" Tawnypelt glared at her dark tabby kit, but it was easy to see the fondness in her eyes.

I love my wife dearly, and, therefore, I've never cooked a meal, romantic or otherwise, for her.

The power of a king lies in his mighty arms; that of a brahmana in his spiritual knowledge; and that of a woman in her beauty youth and sweet words.

Crows pick out the eyes of the dead, when the dead have no longer need of them; but flatterers mar the soul of the living, and her eyes they blind.

Her eyes burned, her muscles ached, but in some strange and secret place, she was happy to finally be doing something that wasn't just protecting herself, but protecting other people, too.

A woman scoffs at evidence. Show her the sun, tell her it is daylight, at once she will close her eyes and say to you, "No, it is night.

Her beauty was the talk of the valley.It skipped two generations of women in our family, but it sure didn't bypass you, Laila.

Silver gray hair Neatly combed in place There were four generations Of love on her face She was so wise No surprise passed her eyes She's seen it all

We have a female prime minister [Theresa May] here in the UK. I actually really like her and think she's wonderful. I think it's the best thing that's happened to us in a long time.

They do respect her but, they love to watch her strut.

She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank. She smoked cigarettes and had midnight swims.

perhaps it took a stranger to make a woman like her speak her mind.

If I had cared about her as I should have, as I thought I did, how could I have let her go?

When you find the one, my lad, grab her up in your arms and never let her go. You may never get another chance.

A woman beautiful facially can negate all her beauty by no longer being feminine.

You and Teacher,” said Molly. “Yes,” said Peter. “She’s very clever. You’ll like her.” “I’m sure,” said Molly.

Please, my dear brothers, let your wives and sisters go to the voter registration process. Later, you can control who she votes for, but please, let her go.

One of the great logical puzzles is how a woman is always like her mother but never like her sister.

My mother taught me to always be strong and always work hard. She's been working hard her whole life for me and my brother. I'm a lot like her in that I work hard for what I want. She taught me that.

Now and then I see something in her eyes, and I wonder if I’ve ever grasped how much pain she’s really in.

We’ll go.” Her voice is surprisingly deep and forceful. Set in her sunken, shipwreck face, her eyes burn like two smoldering coals. “We’ll fight.

'What's a couple?' I asked my mum. She said, 'Two or three'. Which probably explains why her marriage collapsed

We must imagine our lives well. We must engage our conscience. Conscience is the voice of God in the nature and heart of man.