Top 469 Hers Quotes & Sayings

For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul, or hers.

She is mine, and I am hers.

America, so far as her physical history is concerned, has been falsely denominated the New World. Hers was the first dry land lifted out of the waters, hers the first shore washed by the ocean that enveloped all the earth beside; and while Europe was represented only by islands rising here and there above the sea, America already stretched an unbroken line of land from Nova Scotia to the Far West.

He wants to put his story next to hers.

Beauty like hers is genius.

In an ideal world, you would have his-and-hers bathrooms and his-and-hers dressing rooms, complete with a single bed where the Mrs. need not be woken up when there's a 7 o'clock flight to catch.

Authority's for sharing only when the sharer is sure of his (or hers).

Blue stretched her hand out. Adam took it without hesitation, like he'd been waiting for her to offer it. He said in a low voice, just for her, "My heart is beating like crazy right now." Strangely enough, it was not his fingers twined in hers that affected Blue the strongest, it was where his warm wrist pressed against hers above their hands.

If a man hasn't what's necessary to make a woman love him, it's his fault, not hers.

From that moment on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again.

Whos love do you cherrish more? Hers or theirs? when you deside that, it's all downhill from there.

Elizabeth’s entire body started to tremble as his lips began descending to hers. and she sought to forestall what her heart knew was inevitable by reasoning with him. “A gently bred Englishwoman,” she shakily quoted Lucinda’s lecture. “feels nothing stronger than affection. We do not fall in love.” His warm lips covered hers. “I’m a Scot,” he murmured huskily. “We do.

We also sleep in separate beds. Hers is in California and mine is in Texas

God was dead. Let Him rest in peace. Now, finally, the earth was hers with no taint of Heaven.

If hers are the stars in the nighttime sky, mine are the haunted empty spaces in between.

The world was hers for the reading.

my mother ... took the fact that my taste differed from hers as a personal insult.

It's a nasty divorce when they can't agree on how to divvy up the His and Hers towels.

A boy and a girl started dating after he backed his car into hers. They met by accident.

And again there are no words. Words exist that can, used by a poet, achieve a dim monochrome of the body's love, but beyond that they fail clumsily. My love flowed out to her, hers back to me. Mine stroked and soothed. Hers caressed. The distance - and the difference - between us dwindled and vanished. We could meet, mingle, and blend. Neither one of us existed any more; for a time there was a single being that was both. There was escape from the solitary cell; a brief symbiosis, sharing all the word.

My first priority is to my wife, as hers is to me, and to our child.

A woman reasons by telegraph, and his [a man's] stage-coach reasoning cannot keep pace with hers.

Then, you must fall each into your proper place. You'll do your business, and she, if she's worthy of you, will do hers; but it's your business to please yourself, and hers to please you.

Woman must have her freedom, the fundamental freedom of choosing whether or not she will be a mother and how many children she will have. Regardless of what man's attitude may be, that problem is hers - and before it can be his, it is hers alone.

We read Charlotte Bronte not for exquisite observation of character - her characters are vigorous and elementary; not for comedy - hers is grim and crude; not for a philosophic view of life - hers is that of a country parson's daughter; but for her poetry. Probably that is so with all writers who have, as she has, an overpowering personality, so that, as we say in real life, they have only to open the door to make themselves felt.

There are two marriages, then, in every marital union, his and hers. And his ... is better than hers.

Nature was taking back what had once been hers.

Before she realized he was next to her, he had placed his hands over hers on the countertop, then hooped his fingers through hers. Gretel looked up at him, so startled she might as well have been shot. 'I just wanted to wake you up', he said. Which is exactly what he did. One look at him and her heart was racing. One look, and whatever had been before was all over.

I don't remember you being this reasonable before, " Lissa said. "It's because everyone has different definitions of 'reasonable. ' Mine's just misunderstood, that's all. " Christian's voice was lofty. "I think you must be misunderstood a lot, " she laughed. His eyes held hers, and the smile on his face transformed into something warmer and softer. "Well, I hope this isn't misunderstood. Otherwise, I might get punched. " Leaning over, he brought his lips to hers. Lissa responded with no hesitation or thought whatsoever, losing herself in the sweetness of the kiss.

Roarke, what's going on here?' 'Lieutenant.' He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. 'Indications are we're having a romance.

A woman wanted to know how to deal with anger. I asked when anger arose whose anger it was. She said it was hers. Well, if it really was her anger, then she should be able to tell it to go away, shouldnt she? But it really isn't hers to command. Holding on to anger as a personal possession will cause suffering. If anger really belonged to us, it would have to obey us. If it doesn't obey us, that means it's only a deception. Don't fall for it. Whenever the mind is happy or sad, don't fall for it. Its all a deception.

A woman is no sooner ours than we are no longer hers.

If words had flavors, hers would be bitter almonds and coffee grounds.

A black woman's body was never hers alone.

Good and bad, strengths and faults, he was hers forever.

but curiosity is a restless and scrupulous passion, and no one girl can endure, with patience, that hers should be baffled by another.

He didn't have much strength to offer, but what he did have was hers without question.

...for a girl with eyes like hers has a will and is not ruled by anyone but a lover.

she had something I could not have, and so I resented her—but I realized the fault was mine and not hers.

Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.

My wife and I battle over home decor. My style goes from Gothic to Baroque. Hers is minimalist.

A writer writes with his genius; an artist paints with hers; everyone who creates operates from this sacramental center.

What has Dianne Feinstein done... I'll put my legislative background up against hers any day.

...the thrill of being surrounded by something wondrous and fantastical, only magnified and focused directly at her. The feel of his skin against hers reverberates across her entire body, though his fingers remain entwined in hers.

His lips hovered over hers. “No,” he snarled. Madison wasn’t sure to whom he was talking, but then his mouth was crushing hers, and her world became him—the touch and feel of his lips pressing down, forcing hers to respond. It wasn’t a gentle kiss or a sweet exploration. It was angry and raw, breathtaking and soul burning. Right now, she didn’t want gentle. She wanted hard and fast, him and her, on the floor, even the bear rug, both of them naked and sweating.

You remember how you were taught to write. Your mother put a pencil in your hand, took your hand in hers, and began to move it. Since you did not know at all what she meant to do, you left your hand completely free in hers. This is like the power of God in our lives.

She was his and he was hers. They had under-the-skin privileges.

Youth had been a habit of hers for so long that she could not part with it.

Those hot pants of hers were so damned tight, I could hardly breathe.

September has come, it is hers Whose vitality leaps in the autumn, Whose nature prefers Trees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace. So I give her this month and the next Though the whole of my year should be hers who has rendered already So many of its days intolerable or perplexed But so many more so happy. Who has left a scent on my life, and left my walls Dancing over and over with her shadow Whose hair is twined in all my waterfalls And all of London littered with remembered kisses.

Tell not thy previous loves to a woman, lest she also telleth thee hers.

Janelle Monae, she has her own style, and it's specifically hers.

however, i can read hers- she'll be waiting to ambush you in class.

That's the history of the world. His story is told, hers isn't.

My mum still needs all her pots and pans, so she's not giving me any of hers yet.

The goddess Artemis had a twin brother, Apollo, the many-faceted god of the Sun. He was her male counterpart: his domain was the city, hers the wilderness; his was the sun, hers the moon; his the domesticated flocks, hers the wild, untamed animals; he was the god of music, she was the inspiration for round dances on the mountains.

I don't like ordinary girls. But a girl who would kill a guy to make him hers and then kiss his still-warm lips... a girl like Oscar Wilde's Salome They drive me crazy. Like Kiyohime turning into a snake to chase her man or the grocery girl Oshichi who set fire to a building just to see hers one more time. I want to be loved like that be obsessed over be hated.

Hers was a beauty so pure that it was nearly painful to behold--Athena heading out on a Friday night.

History has its truth; and so has legend hers.

Taylor Swift - I don't ever hear anything of hers where I'm like, 'Oh, so-and-so could've cut that.'