Quotes About Her

could just go on foot to visit her

He should hate those nails. He normally considered that sort of thing tacky or gaudy, but damn if that look didn't work on her. And because it worked on her —it was really working on him.

My Suzie, also known as Shotgun Suzie, also known as Oh Christ It's Her, Run.

I'm going to untangle her deadly scheme, even if it leaves my love affair hanging by a thread.

It was the same strange capering jig he'd performed Thursday night, and once again it was for the benefit of her and her alone.

Win grinned. "Her name is Mee." "I read the name tag." "As in, it's not just about you, Myron, it's about Mee. Or, I enjoy having carnal knowledge alone with Mee." I just looked at him.

always curious why Rachel and I never ventured into a life like hers and her vivid example of independence as well as empathy for everything around her.

12 I will make the land of Egypt a desolation in the middle of the countries that are desolate. Her cities among the cities that are laid waste will be a desolation

Her goal had been before her, clear, uncluttered-now this. The pure order of her will was outraged by the mess.

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

Abandon the guilt," Prof said. "Abandon the denial. Steelheart did this to her. He's our goal. That has to be your focus. We don't have time for grief; we only have time for vengeance.

Truth is a constant delight to those that love her; such beauty holds no power to offend.

I just cleared the slate and thought of her as a mother and went from there.

Death had given back part of her beauty, for her brow and cheeks had recovered some of their flowing lines.

Everything not forbidden by the laws of nature, he assured her - quoting a colleague down the hall - is mandatory.

All eyes were on her. She both hated and feared them. They were rigid, merciless beings. She wanted to please them. It was instinctive. They were her masters.

Lead her. Guide her. Oh, it will be our privelege, sweet child. I am breathless before the beauty of her naked soul.

Ordinary was a word that came charging out of the sunrise on a palomino pony as soon as you thought about her.

All of our waste which we dumped on her and which she absorbed. And all of our beauty, which was hers first and which she gave to us. All of us- all who knew her- felt so wholesome after we cleaned ourselves on her. We were so beautiful when we stood astride her ugliness. [...] And she let us, and thereby deserved our contempt.

She wandered off into the shadows, carrying her bucket and dragging her shadow like a bridal veil.

her whole being dominated by her hatred of the savage God before whom she meant to martyr herself.

all of [her] is brushed with light, so much glare she seems to singe the very tissue of remembrance. — C.K. Williams, from "Combat," Poems 1963-1983 (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1988)

But now her tears dried because so many terrible emotions and speculations demanded her attention.

Please make the pain go away, he thought, uncertain whether he was referring to her or to the headache.