Her Quotes

Cleanliness', chuckled Sir Benjamin, noting his great niece's delighted smile as her eyes rested upon him, 'comes next to godliness, eh, Maria?

There was hell in her eyes! She was worn and jaded Her soul is at war with the life she has led. As I looked on that face so strangely faded I wonder God did not strike me dead.

No one ever addresses the possibility that a writer might not like her book.

Will you miss him Holly?” he asked suddenly. [...] “No,” she said. “I will not miss him.” But her eyes told the real story.

Goldie Hawn has always been a beauty and fashion icon to me. She radiates joy and infuses beauty into everything through her smile and spirit. She is a great example of what real beauty means to me.

Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains.

When she told a story, she rolled her eyes and waved her head and was very dramatic.

Then there will come a time where, very quickly, a woman will lose what some call her beauty.

The casualities seemed to go on and on. Just when I thought I was done losing her, I would find yet another way to love her all over again.

I get it now. I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.

At the very core of what a comic is, time and space are kind of the same thing. When your reader moves her eyes across the page, she should be moving through time in your story.

England is surrounded by enemies - by real enemies who hate her. Why? Because she tries to be honest; and she tries to be free.

Her air, her manners, all who saw admir'd; Courteous though coy, and gentle though retir'd; The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd, And ease of heart her every look convey'd.

The Beauty raised her eyes, the only part of her that was truly beautiful.

What better comfort have we, or what other Profit in living Than to feed, sobered by the truth of Nature, Awhile upon her beauty, And hand her torch of gladness to the ages Following after?

Nevertheless, she did not weep, because, for one thing, it would have made her eyes red, and another, it would be of very little use.

...looking at him makes her feel like laughing all over - as if she could laugh not just with her mouth but with her eyes, her heart, her very limbs.

And the look on her face as she opened the door Was like an old joke told by a friend. It'd taken ten more years but she'd found her smile And I watched the corners start to bend.

There are those who never reason on what they should do, but what they have done; as if Reason had her eyes behind, and could only see backwards.

She can’t help it. She loves the con. I tell myself I’m not like her, but I have to admit I love it too.

Her son lives. He has her eyes, precisely her eyes. You remember the shape and color of Lily Evans's eyes, I am sure?

She tried to swallow, to take a breath, but her eyes met his, and there was nothing but aching intensity in his gaze. And she was drawn in, swept away.

Then Aragorn was abashed, for he saw the elven-light in her eyes and the wisdom of many days; yet from that hour he loved Arwen Undómiel daughter of Elrond.

...but her eyes had had too much in them and his heart way too little for things to keep going.

As her eyes scanned his face, he feared that she saw everything, right down t the core of him. Where his obsession with her was the strongest. -Butch and Marissa

'Heartbreak Heard Around the World' is about me and my girl, and I'm just going through a broken-heart stage in a relationship, and I'm just kind of expressing my love for her.

You can put a gardener behind the wheel, but you can't keep her eyes off the landscape.

Her eyes watered and she was a foot taller than any of her sisters, mostly because of the length of her neck which would one day hang from the end of a rope

When trouble haunts me, need I sigh?No, rather smile away despair

That's what I realized: if I did get her back somehow, she wouldn't fill the hole that losing her created.

So I let her go, too. And I'm sorry.

I can almost imagine a happiness without her, the ability to let her go, to feel our roots are connected even if I never see that leaf of grass again.'

But I could always tell in her eyes if she got really pissed at me, and her eyes were still pretty smiley

I told him I loved him,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “And he just said it wasn’t enough.” Her eyes were wide and bleak . “How am I supposed to live with that?

She was not crying Which surprised me very much But I understand now That she had found places For her melancholy That were behind more masks Than only her eyes

But when Anthony kissed her, she felt as if she were losing her mind. And when he kissed her twice, she wasn't even sure if she wanted it back!

If we go now, there's no coming back. You're mine all night." Her eyes flashed. "Promise?" That was it. Jack grabbed her hand and pulled her off the dance floor, toward the main entrance of the tent.

Clavo saca clavo. Nothing sacas nothing, you reply. No one will ever be like her.

Keep hoping to see the light in her eyes. Even knowing it'll mean she's saying good-bye.

She's my baby girl, Quinn. I want love for her. Real love. The kind that makes a man crazy inside. -Gibraltar to Quinn

Do you think everybody misses somebody? Like I miss my mama?” “Mmmm-hmmm,” said Gloria. She closed her eyes. “I believe, sometimes, that the whole world has an aching heart.

I am here, come closer," the old donkey said with her eyes. "I will mother you.

In her smile, Idris sees how little of the world he has known, even at thirty-five years of age, its savageness, its cruelty, its boundless brutality.

Her eyes, walnut brown and shaded by fanned lashes, met mine. Held for a moment. Flew away.

Now, now, you aren't afraid of monsters in the dark, are you?" I caught a flash of her eyes, winking wickedly at me. "No," I said, shivering. After all, I was one of them.

When you have a beanpole body, everything looks cute. Like Alexa Chung. I like her style, but she's really tall and skinny, so everything looks good on her.

It hurt her eyes, almost, Ror City; and it didn't surprise her that Po should come from a place that shone.

You look great," he said. It made her smile, even if it was a lie. "I'm as big as a house." He laughed. "I like houses. In fact, I'm thinking about architecture as a career.

It was funny, she thought, but her smile turned wistful because she had nobody to tell.

I've always loved books by the Bronte sisters. I love Jane Austen, too. I'm more influenced by people like her than by pop culture.