Her Quotes

Much can be inferred about a man from his mistress: in her one beholds his weaknesses and his dreams.

Tears aren't a girl's weapon. It's her smile.

I stared at her closely, studying her face, her eyes, everything. This was the angel that tamed a demon; the soul that trapped him and held him with a power he'd never felt before. Love.

Twin miracles of mascara, her eyes looked like the corpses of two small crows that had crashed into a chalk cliff.

Now her eyes meet mine like green lightning-they are green, these eyes of hers, whose power is so indescribable-green, but as are precious stones, or deep unfathomable mountain lakes.

The English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least.

My grandfather was the first feminist in my life. He taught me if a woman can do something, a man will respect her.

Dad never ceased to remind my mother of his love for her.

The Victorian woman became her ovaries, as today's woman has become her "beauty.

She learned to say things with her eyes that others waste time putting into words

Lena's hair was sticking out in about fifteen directions, and her eyes were all small and puffy from crying. So this was what girls looked like in the morning. I had never seen one, not up close.

Looking at you has been my favorite pastime from the moment you asked me to describe your face," he said solemnly, looking straight into her eyes.

I watched the tears run down her cheeks and start to drip from the end of her chin. One part of me wanted to put my arms round her but I daren't. Do that and I'd never be able to let her go.

You know how to be a good boy?" Anna widened her eyes in surprise. "Why, Archer, I'm certain I never recognized that quality in you.

The male is always the pawn in a romantic comedy. Come together, break up, go chase her, get her, roll credits. That's what happens in all of them.

The past is just a story we tell ourselves.

My mother taught me a lot of things, but they had big presuppositions built in - like her expectation that I'd be a missionary nurse in a religious order.

I want to be a Huntress when I grow up!" shouted a voice from the throng. Kyna rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You can't be a Huntress, Liam. You're not a centaur and you're not a female.

Alison Krauss is definitely my favorite singer that's ever lived. I've never heard anyone like her.

Her smile was peculiar - it made her nose wrinkle, not as though she smelled something unpleasant, but more that she was so amused, her whole face wanted to be a part of the smile.

I couldn't wait until I grew up. I used to look at my mom's stockings and put them on with her high heels and mess with my hair.

Her smile steps offstage for a moment, then does an encore, all while I'm dealing with my blushing face.

One of my missions is to get people to go, "Oh, she's really nice and I really like her, but what were the words she just said?!" I want your instincts to be at odds with your mind.

My mom smiled at me. Her smile kind of hugged me.

My mother was against me being an actress - until I introduced her to Frank Sinatra.

I did send a girl a plane ticket asking her for a visit, I guess that's quite romantic.

By the care she lavishes on her toilet, by the concern she has for her beauty set off by her adornment, a woman regards herself as an object always trying to attract men's attention.

It was terribly beautiful to Tess today, for since her eyes last fell upon it she had learnt that the serpent hisses where the sweet birds sing.

Bjork is a very original, interesting person. I like her very much.

Of course, I loved the Spice Girls. I loved Geri and Baby, but who liked Posh Spice? They said I looked like her and I said, 'That’s not cool, that’s really mean.’

Her eyes held an endless kind of love for him.

For a certain type of woman who risks losing her identity in a man, there are all those questions . . . until you get to the point and know that you really are living a love story.

Her eyes flutter up to meet mine. “Are you hungry?”she asks. Am I ever.

She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. from "The Lady of the Haunted House

Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail Against her beauty? May she mix With men and prosper! Who shall fix Her pillars? Let her work prevail.

She can kill with her smile, she can wound with her eyes.

She's a devil in disguise, I can tell by looking in her eyes, little Miss Strange.

She's been married so many times she has rice marks on her face.

The babe at first feeds upon the mother's bosom, but it is always on her heart.

The mission of art is to represent nature not to imitate her.

A woman's best protection is a little money of her own.

The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.

I felt connected with Madonna from a very young age. I think I share a lot of qualities from her personality. I really respect her.

Our father died when we were very young, so our mother raised six kids. We saw the world filtered through her eyes, being a minority woman raising six kids.

Her interest in natural history was confined to observation of the crows' feet gathering around her eyes.

She sings the songs without words Songs that sailors, and blind men, and beggars have heard She knows more of love than the poets can say And her eyes are for something that won't go away.

[About Paz De La Huerta....] And there is this girl in the audience and she's gorgeous I can only kind of see her silhouette and she's getting like her t*ts out and I'm like: God, that's unusual.

Something about her eyes or voice has always suggested the hint of a free spirit, trapped in a Peck and Peck cage, dreaming of making rude noises at public gatherings of Republicans.

Her countenance was all expression; her eyes were not dark but impenetrably deep; you seemed to discover space after space in their intellectual glance.

Science is out of the reach of morals, for her eyes are fixed upon eternal truths. Art is out of the reach of morals, for her eyes are fixed upon things beautiful and immortal and ever-changing.