Quotes About Hers

He was a vision to behold against the backdrop of the strong majestic mountains --- and he was all hers now. The pain of the past was just a memory.

The abandoned stars were hers for the many rich hours of sparkling winter nights, and, unattended, she took them in like lovers.

It would not have done Poirot any good whatever to state that his wishes were the precise opposite of hers in this respect. Nothing fascinated him more than the private passions of strangers he would probably never meet again.

none of these things had really got to happen at all, since she could prevent them. The power of pure destruction was still hers. She could still make it death or glory.

In the light, he looked like a fallen angel asked to return to Hell.

This moment, the three of them together, it was her default fantasy—always in the back of her mind. But she'd forbidden herself to think it was attainable. After all, was it ever possible to really have it all? Did happy endings truly exist in real life? Maybe they did. Maybe this was hers.

They were gone, she hoped, to be happy, however oddly constructed such happiness might seem; as for herself, she was left with as many sensations of comfort as were, perhaps, ever likely to be hers.

Whose affection do you value more, hers or the others'?