Quotes about her

Success is an absurd, erratic thing. She arrives when one least expects her and after she has come may depart again almost because of a whim.

I find a lot of poetry very disappointing, but I do have poets that I go back to. One book of poetry that I'd like to mention is 'The Exchange' by Sophie Cabot Black. Her poems are difficult without being too difficult.

The most romantic thing I ever did to my woman? I painted her toenails!

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

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.

I personally think Prague is more romantic than Paris. If you have a girlfriend, take her there.

I love my wife dearly, and, therefore, I've never cooked a meal, romantic or otherwise, for her.

I told my mother-in-law that my house was her house, and she said, 'Get the hell off my property.'

New England is the home of all that is good and noble with all her sternness and uncompromising opinions.

Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to.

Anger has been a really big deal for women: how can we express it without feeling that, as the physically weaker sex, we won't get killed. The alpha-woman was burned at the stake and had her head chopped off in days of old.

I must admit that I personally measure success in terms of the contributions an individual makes to her or his fellow human beings.

Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.

The coolest part about seeing a girl wear something comfortable is the smile that you can just feel coming through from inside her.

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

She was too busy wishing on shooting stars to see the dreams come true around her.

When I was 10, I had a paper route. One year, I delivered my papers through a hurricane. My mother was against the idea, but my dad, who was a sergeant in the Marine Corps, overruled her. I was determined to deliver my papers.

I chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, for qualities that would wear well.

I'm obsessed with Kate Middleton. Obsessed. I loved the Royal Wedding. I was so cynical going into it, and pseudo-political about the whole thing, but as soon as I saw her, I was utterly charmed. I'm just completely enchanted by Kate and William.

Wedding: the point at which a man stops toasting a woman and begins roasting her.

Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

My sister, singer Jessie Ware, and I are always exchanging music. We brainstormed her wedding playlist for months.

My sister really drooled a lot when she was younger. For her wedding, I was going to get her one of those lace drool cups that go around the ears.

For her fifth wedding, the bride wore black and carried a scotch and soda.

A woman is handicapped by her sex, and handicaps society, either by slavishly copying the pattern of man's advance in the professions, or by refusing to compete with man at all.

My mom was an environmental activist in Australia in the late '60s and '70s, and I guess I've inherited that awareness from her.

So my own suspicion is that the attorney has stopped this prosecution because part of her defence was to question legality and that would have brought his advice into the public domain again and there was something fishy about the way in which he said war was legal.

I have strongly rejected the proposal to pardon and transfer her to the United States. I do not have the legal power to pardon terrorists and even if I did, I would not use it.

My first ever sex scene in a movie was in 'Superbad.' Because I was 17, for legal reasons my mother had to be on the set. It was real awkward, but it worked out OK because when I watched the movie with her, the sex scene wasn't awkward because she'd been right there when it happened.

He who called her so called her by her true name, for she is the full moon of full moons, afore God!

Her words dance on the page.

But when she finally got the wings to fly she realized she had nowhere else to go to...

You’re thinking, maybe it would be easier to let it sliplet it gosay ”I give up” one last time and give him a sad smile.You’re thinkingit shouldn’t be this hard,shouldn’t be this dark,thinkinglove could flow easily with no holding backand you’ve seen others find their match and build something greattogether,of each other,like two halves fitting perfectly and now they achieve great thingsone by one, always together, and it seems grand.But you love him. Love him like a black stone in your chest yo

If you can’t Respect her, you don’t Deserve Her!

26. Don’t marry someone with intolerable characteristics in the hopes of changing him or her. If you can’t live with someone who drinks or someone who isn’t a Christian or someone who isn’t clean, then don’t marry that kind of person. The chances for miraculous improvements or changes in behavior are slim. What you see is what you get!

Her heart may be cracked, but it is pure. She may be jaded, but she is hopeful. She may be broken, but she is strong. She may be here, but she will leave.

I could watch her dance for hours, Because she's always dancing inside of my heart.

I envy people who know how to talk to her, my heart begins to pound whenever I see her and she forces me to forget all what I have had rehearsed in my mind. For me, not being able to tame my heart is the one failure I cherish the most.

To see her is to be seduced by her.

It's like I'm reading a book, andit's a book I deeply love, but I'mreading it slowly now so the wordsare really far apart and the spacesbetween the words are almostinfinite. I can still feel you andthe words of our story, but it's inthis endless space between thewords that I'm finding myself now.It’s a place that’s not of thephysical world - it's whereeverything else is that I didn'teven know existed. I love you somuch, but this is where I am now.This is who I am now.And I need you to let me go.

The past is just a story we tell ourselves.

For a man he get his own ship and his own strong wind, but he cannot stop missing all the passing breezes that never come again.

She's like the rarest of jewels, too precious to be worn, and too valuable to tarnish.

When a writer's heart is filled with the music of her soul, her words sing.

It's only through sheer force and luck that she's yet to take over the world.

The voids in her soul turned every touch of someone else into the reminiscent of his love inside her.

She wanted a fucking cock... she wanted sex look in her eyes... you see that... look how she looks at you?

A hero: a man or woman who is unsatisfied by his condition, and resolves to do something about it.

Come, my darling,it is never too late to begin our love again.

What good are wings without the courage to fly?

She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings. 

She wore the moonlight like lingerie. 

She was everything real in a world of make-believe. 

She was not for everyone but she was for me. 

You deserve to be the person you were meant to be. 

Thinking of you is a poison I drink often. 

Songs live longer than kingdoms. 

My atoms love you atoms, it’s chemistry. 

Adventure runs on all sorts of whiskey. 

Break my heart and you will find yourself inside. 

The prettiest girls shine brightest in the dark. 

She wore his love like a loaded gun. 

We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

Brushing a girl’s hair behind her earonce a daywill solve more problemsthan all thosetherapists and drugs.

She was afraid of heightsbut she was much more afraid of never flying.

Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

From the moment I saw her I knew this onewas worththebroken heart.

Our songslive longer thanour kingdoms.

I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days,to our very last tomorrows.

We humans are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.

That was her magic— she could still see the sunseteven on those darkest days.

Art takes time—Monet grew his gardensbefore he painted them.

We are all born free and spend a lifetime becoming slaves to our own false truths.

There will alwaysa glimmer in thosewho have been through the dark.

True artcomes from flying with the madnessso close you burn your eyelashes.

Put a girl in moonlightand tell only truthsand every man becomes a poet.

She sat in her perfect house, with her perfect husband, wishing that her perfect life would end.

And the stars blinked as they watched her carefully jealous of the way she shone.

We were strange in loveher and I too wild to last too rare to die.

Sometimes I want a quiet lifeother timesI want to go a little bit fucking Gatsby.

Drugs to mehave always beena pretty girl with a sly smilebeckoning mewith a finger down the dark path of a fork in the road.

She found herselfover a long and treacherous roadand the more treacherous the road became,the more of herselfshe found.

What a strange world. We trade our days for things.

Don't worry— you see, to some you are magic.

You and I will be lost and found a thousand times along this cobbled road of us.

One day I’ll paint the perfect sunset-- if I can only find the words.

A few drinks and the world was hers— she wore her whiskey like a loaded gun.

Don't ask her to be a rock for you to lean uponinstead, build her wingsand point her to the skyand she will teach you both to fly.

I LIVE MY LIFESO HAPPILY IN CRAZY WITH HER.

She was cool— the whole world seemed to spin around her in smooth jazz.

Poetry, is a life long war wagedagainst ineffable beauty.

There is nothing prettier in thewhole wide world than a girlin lovewith every breath she takes.

I think it’s beautifulthe way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

She had just enough madness to make her interesting

Watch carefully the magic that occurswhen you give a person enough comfort to just be themselves.

Love her but leave her wild 

It was her chaos that made her beautiful. 

I aspire to be an old man with an old wife laughing at old jokes from a wild youth.

A sky full of starsand he was staring at her. —ATTICUS