Top 1200 Thinking Of Her Quotes & Sayings - Page 15

'Will,' she whispered against his mouth. She wanted him closer to her so badly, it was like an ache, a painful hot ache that spread from her stomach to speed her heart and knot her hands in his hair and set her skin burning. 'Will, you need not be so careful. I will not break.'

I have always believed that the decision to have an abortion generally should be between a woman, her doctor, her conscience, and her God.

When a woman is twenty, a child deforms her; when she is thirty, he preserves her; and when forty, he makes her young again.

Part of the allure of watching characters on-screen is to be able to put yourself in his or her shoes or to be able to relate to what he or she is going through or what he or she is thinking.

Her nudity is her armor. It blinded the drooling fools. They couldn't see anything else while they saw her body.

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes

You're not the way everyone says you are," Kaye said, looking at him so fiercely that he couldn't meet her gaze. "I know you're not." "You know nothing of me," he said. He wanted to punish her for the trust he saw on her face, to raze it from her now so that he would be spared the sight of her when that trust was betrayed. He wanted to tell her he found her impossibly alluring, at least half enchanted, body bruised and scratched, utterly unaware she would not live past dawn. He wondered what she would say in the face of that.

At what point must a female senator raise her hand or her voice to be recognized over her male colleagues?

Alice Malloy had dark, stringy hair, and even her husband, who loved her more than he knew, was sometimes reminded by her lean face of a tenement doorway on a rainy day, for her countenance was long, vacant, and weakly lighted, a passage for the gentle transports and miseries of the poor.

I watch her do the simplest things: brushing her hair into a ponytail, feeding the dog, tying Sophie's shoelaces, and I want to tell her what she means to me, but I never actually say the words. After all, to acknowledge Delia as a drug, I'd have to face the fact that one day I might have to go without her and this I can't do.

You can't think seriously about thinking without thinking about thinking about something.

I convinced her that her first loyalty isn't to other people, but to her own feelings.

My biggest learning while working with Priyanka was self-confidence. What sets her apart from the rest is her knack for looking out for people. She ensures that, along with her, everyone around her also grows while working on a project.

Betsy returned to her chair, took off her coat and hat, opened her book and forgot the world again.

he dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips…her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins.

Her life was monotonous, but it kept her out of trouble. . . . This, her father would say, was called being an adult.

The dignity of a woman's life is infinite, her status immeasurable, her capacity unbounded, her role divine...In the fast changing world of today her vision penetrates into the reality of the far beyond, the reality which endures beyond change.

You are my siren,” he said, running his hands along her thighs and down her calves, feeling the shape of her even as the silk of her gown kept them both from what they wanted. “My temptress . . . my sorceress . . . I cannot resist you, no matter how I try. You threaten to send me over the edge.

When she woke briefly during her last illness and found all her family around her bedside: "Am I dying or is this my birthday?"

The wife, where danger or dishonour lurks, Safest and seemliest by her husband stays, Who guards her, or with her the worst endures.

Alice Adams wrote a sweet note to me after my first novel came out when I was 26, and I was so blown away that I sent her a bunch of stamps by return mail. I have no idea what I was thinking. It was a star-struck impulse.

This was the time in her life that she fell upon books as the only door out of her cell. They became half her world.

The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.

I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful

Beyonce is one of my inspirations. Her attitude, her style, her voice... she's perfect.

Love your country, not for her power or wealth, but for her selflessness and her idealism.

Seeing her this last time, I threw myself on her body. And she opened her eyes slowly. I was not scared. I knew she could see me and what she had finally done. So i shut her eyes with my fingers and told her with my heart: I cah see the truth, too. I am strong, too.

Becky Renee Apple - can you believe her mom named her that and then had all of her sweaters monogramed with 'BRA'?

Whatever else you do, listen to your Deepest Self. Love Her and be true to Her, speak Her truth, always.

Visibility is a tricky thing; is someone visible when you can point her out in a crowd, or when you understand what her life feels like to her?

A woman relinquishes her unfettered right to control her own body when her actions cause the conception of a baby

Princess Anne is like her father. From her, you'll never hear a complaint of any kind about her upbringing.

The city is loveliest when the sweet death racket begins. Her own life lived in defiance of nature, her electricity, her frigidaires, her soundproof walls, the glint of lacquered nails, the plumes that wave across the corrugated sky. Here in the coffin depths grow the everlasting flowers sent by telegraph.

Virginia Woolf, I enjoyed talking to her, but thought nothing of her writing. I considered her 'a beautiful little knitter.

She would lift her peignoir above her knees and say to her husband: 'Give baby a kiss...'

To Grace, these were the things that mattered: my hands on her cheeks, my lips on her mouth. The fleeting touches that meant I loved her.

Um, there's a girl meeting her friend,' he went on. 'Her friend is giving her an ice-cream cone. Oh-it's dripping. Huh. It, uh, dripped on her...chest.' Iggy drew in a hissing breath. It's gonna stain for sure,' the Gasman said. 'That's chocolate.' Hmm,' Fang said, watching, the girl dab at her chest with a paper napkin.

Alone, she took hot baths and sat exhausted in the steaming water, wondering at her perpetual exhaustion. All that winter she noticed the limp, languid weight of her arms, her veins bulging slightly with the pressure of her extreme weariness ... one day in January she drew a razor blade lightly across the inside of her arm, near the elbow, to see what would happen.

Reese Witherspoon made me better. Just working with her, being with her, I learned so much. I want to be like her.

He hadn’t been her first lover or the first boy to give her an orgasm. He hadn’t even been the first she’d loved. He’d been the first to turn her inside out with something as simple as a smile. The first to make her doubt herself. He’d taken her deeper than anyone ever had, and yet she hadn’t drowned.

Words betrayed her: beautiful butterflies in her mind; dead moths when she opened her mouth for their release into the world.

Freedom needs all her poets; it is they Who give her aspirations wings, And to the wiser law of music sway Her wild imaginings.

To see a young black woman being loved for just who she is - her hair, her skin, her clothes - is powerful.

Everybody needs a seashell in her bathroom to remind her the ocean is her home.

[On her mother, who died when Hutton was 4:] I hardly remember her, but I have missed her all my life.

He loved her, and would love her; and defy her, and this miserable bodily pain.

Ask any woman how she makes it through the day, and she may mention her calendar, her to-do lists, her babysitter. But if you push her on how she really makes it through her day, she will mention her girlfriends.

The French use cooking as a means of self-expression, and this meal perfectly represented the personality of a cook who had spent the morning resting her unwashed chin on the edge of a tureen, pondering whether she should end her life immediately by plunging her head into her abominable soup.

Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.

I wasn't part of the BeyHive before I met her, but after my experience working with her, meeting her, I'm a die-hard fan.

Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.

To be honest, I'm not even thinking about America. If I was to start thinking about the enormity of 'Downton' and the size of the project, then I wouldn't be able to be very truthful to the work. I would start to watch myself too much. I'm not even thinking about it. Who knows what will happen.

In I Praise My Destroyer, Diane Ackerman demonstrates once again her love for the specific language that rises from the juncture of self and the natural world, and her skillful use of that language. Whether she turns her attention to the act of eating an apricot 'the color of shame and dawn,' or to 'the omnipotence of light,' or to grief when 'All the greens of summer have blown apart,' her linking of unique images, her energetic wit and whimsy, her compassionate investment in life, always bring new pleasures and perceptions to the reader.

He loved her beyond all reason and didn't expect her to love him back. He was just waiting for her to wise up.

Nature does not reveal all her secrets at once. We imagine we are initiated in her mysteries: we are, as yet, but hanging around her outer courts.

Besides, I have a sister who's straight. And I want her to know that I love her and support her.

I miss her in my bones. I was her big brother. I was supposed to protect her - I could not... It very nearly destroyed me.

A wise woman keeps her hands firmly in her pockets and does not accidentally unzip anything, including her mouth.

My all-time hero is Tina Turner. Her energy, her attitude, her shows. She's just a great performer.

What woman would not appreciate a God who becomes her attorney, assumes her case, requires no fee, and wins her the victory?