She Quotes - Page 2

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

Believe me when I say: 'Out of all those around, she’s the best locksmith in town.' Her stethoscope ears know when the dials of your heart click into place.She’s been cutting keys for years.You don’t stand a chance with that flimsy case.Alas, no matter how you lock your heart— bolt, fixture, and key— she’s got nimble fingersthat pick locks for free.Padlocks and deadboltsare all in vain.Why do you even botherwith that chain?She’s way too smart. Along with ours, she’ll have your heart. And you will see that the best locksmith in town is she.

She walks,on the streets,with a face that,doesn't belong.It smiles more than,many put together,whole day long.Her heart misfit,a little chipped.And she likes to,call it once broken,but now stitched.

He kept wandering all his life until the day he met her. For the first time, he felt he should stop and never look back again. Everything else seemed worthless. Such was her magic.

The first time Akash took Supriya to view the pool, I rose up in strident protest, and he was astonished by the way she turned her face away, her eyes filled with terror. “I am petrified of water!” she whispered, as he tried to cajole her to at least put her feet in.

This is a girl you can’t keep. You aren’t allowed to.

She loves him sobut he didn't stay.The wind can't blowthis storm away.

He built a fort around, making it impossible for anyone to go near him. And he sat near the window watching her dance in the rain, with someone else.

Well, there is no sin in being gay. The immorality comes from engaging in forbidden behavior. Therefore, the Christian homosexual is in the same situation as the unmarried heterosexual. He (or she) is expected to control his or her lusts and live a holy life. I know this is a tough position to take, and some will argue with it. But I stand on the authority of Scripture, and I have no license to edit it.

He sat there looking at her smiling and laughing, watching her hair fall over her eyes and she setting it back behind her ear. He turned away bowed his head down and smiled himself looking back at the sky.

She's vodka in a sexy lingerie and high heels.I'm always drunk.

Some of us cover to protect our bodiessome of us cover to protect our soulsin both cases,respect their choices.

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.

Speaking with her always felt like sitting on a seashore. Hearing the waves and feeling them crashing into my feet, While gazing the setting sun and the way he colours the whole sky. I never got tired of it.

Account of Love gave me several results, and its amazing:a.tWhen man doesn’t make time to talk to woman, woman feels man is not caring her.b.tWhen woman doesn’t make time to talk to man, man need to understand her problem.c.tWhen man makes mistake he had to give clarifications by speaking truth or even lying. d.t When woman makes mistake mad had to accept all excuses given by woman.e.tWhen man suffers, most of the time he had to accept whatever happens.f.tWhen woman suffers, man had to make woman happy by doing anything possibleg.tWhen love ends man need to hide all the tears as he feels he is strong.h.tWhen love ends woman uses tears to blame the man for all the mistakes.

We told each other what movies we were currently watching and what books we were reading.

How could she be someone’s mistake?

With every morsel I ate, I looked into her eyes and apologised for not being able to feed her enough. Her eyes, in turn, apologised for not being able to help me in these tough times.

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.

Every time he saw her he realised the reason why they always said humans are made of stardust.

Some women become reckless with the fire, some find every way to put it out and rise above with the ashes left behind.

He who is satisfied with what he has, is a rich man.

Every time he raised his hands on her. He killed a prince from a fairy tale somewhere deep within her heart, brutally.

Who is She? She is your power, your Feminine source. Big Mama. The Goddess. The Great Mystery. The web-weaver. The life force. The first time, the twentieth time you may not recognize her. Or pretend not to hear. As she fills your body with ripples of terror and delight.But when she calls you will know you’ve been called. Then it is up to you to decide if you will answer.

In a world full of polished and perfected final drafts, she was the raw and honest scribbled story.

My mind gets stronger everyday,my heart gets weaker with time.

She was a poem and a painting too. Everything she said sounded like a song, every silence was the music too.

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

He didn't liehe just gave her false hopes~

You call her a Bitch,Because she throws attitude?Gentlemen, You need to Grow up!Try to be modest in Her Eyes,Not a disgust in Her Insights!

She looked into the mirror, wiping the mascara that was running down her cheeks with her tears and she saw him standing behind her. With that smile he always had. She touched his reflection and turned around to hug him just to see no one there. She turned back around and looked at the mirror, there he was still standing with that smile. She fell on her knees and said in a feeble voice "come back".

Logan looks up, registers my face and smiles immediately. I hold onto the back of a chair to steady my legs. Jeez, he’s got a nice smile; dimples appear in his chiseled cheeks and there is familiarity and warmth in his eyes. Real warmth, the likes of which I’ve not often seen. It suddenly strikes me that this man, whoever he might turn out to be, is genuine.

But it’s a hundred and twelve years old!” He protested.“She still works pretty good.” Deire maintained. “Stardrive gets a mite twitchy at warp 4, but that’s just a dodgy plasma injector.

Words fail to describewhat i feel anymore.Let me be numb for a while,let me be sore.

She said, "Right now, while we have this time, I'm not going to do any of that other stuff. I'm going to seize this moment and simply enjoy being with Jesus while I can." Mary made a deliberate choice. She wasn't being lazy and using company as an excuse to get out of helping her sister with chores. She was choosing to focus on what mattered the most.

If you're lucky enough to finda girl who is a hopeless romanticwith a dirty mind,you should hold onto that.Because she'll be yours attwo in the morning, and at two in the afternoonthe following day.She'll kiss you where it hurts,and until it hurts.and that's important.Someone who not only knowshow to turn you on,but also knows how to treat you rightis someone worth a little something.

she will never grow old, her heart is too beautiful.

She is of the strangest beauty and the darkest courage, and when she walks with intent the earth trembles beneath her feet.

Love left us long back,we just got better.You at pretending,Me at hiding.

She was a mystery, personal in her journey but social in her seek; you wouldn't believe the depth in her heart until the day you felt her essence, for the very first time.

She chose to freeze her heart, and then stored it deep inside her freezer.She will let it there until she is ready.

For all the way he loved her. Every song had her memory, every rain had her smell, and every girl had her face.

The day she realised, it was not about the world but was all about her, she grew the wings. The day she understood she was not answerable to any of them who always blamed and pointed her, she had the fire blazing in her eyes. She raised and soared towards the sky. The whole world looked at her in awe and wished if only they could be her. She was not confined to be on the ground anymore. She had the wings of fire and she left a trail everywhere she went, for other to follow.

For him, she bends over backwards. It is origami of the heart. (Pour lui, elle se plie en quatre. - C'est l'origami du cœur)

I have loved this world in ways it could never love me back.

She was the most beautiful, terrible thing he'd ever seen, like an acetylene flame, an incandescent filament, a fallen star right in front of him.

She sat there alone after getting drenched enough by rain. In the silence of the midnight, Each drop that fell made a sound that was loud enough to wake all the memories inside her one after the other, before she could know what was happening she was lost somewhere in the past where the pictures in mind pushed her into a state of chaotic happiness and a blissful pain.

She was his only escape, And she was his only prison.

She fell into his arms like the rainfall over an ocean.

Everything she heard, everything she saw seemed to be in disagreement with her own manner of understanding and feeling. To her, the sun did not appear red enough, the nights pale enough, the skies deep enough. Her fleeting conception of things and beings condemned her fatally to a perversion of her senses, to vagaries of the spirit and left her nothing but the torment of an unachieved longing, the torture of unfulfilled desires.

He sat there looking at her smiling and laughing, watching her hair fall over her eyes and she setting it back behind her ear, He turned away bowed his head down and smiled himself looking back at the sky.

I can do ALL THINGS through Christ who empowers, enriches, equips, enlightens, energizes, recreates, revives, promotes, strengthens, purifies, sponsors, and prepares me! Yes, I can... ALL THINGS, I can!

i loved her, for she was beauty dressed in a selfless personality and the skin of unconditional love. A voice of truthful melody and eyes holding a vision so large, maybe, just maybe she was born to change the world.

She had the prettiest eyes & prettiest smile withWounds on her heart and bruises on her soul~

You see herand ascend into love. You become enchanted, a found madman. In your love,you lose yourself and become her. You were once without her, now with her. You still feel her and descend into love. You become enraptured, a lost madman. In your love,you lost yourself and her. You were once with her, nowwithout her.