Quotes of: Herring Keyword

Love...who needed love? As long as she had her books and her friends and an occasional hookup, she was perfectly content.

L.A. Candy

Sin became a luxury, a flower set in her hair, a diamond fastened on her brow.

La Curée

You may conquer her love of God: you will never overcome her fear of the devil.

Les Liaisons Dangereuses

Her sadness makes her impossibly beautiful, like snow blanketing a barren landscape.

Legend

in this case, a mother, noted for her beauty, might be reduced to a purple shadow... (Tansley to Lily on her painting of the house & grounds)

To the Lighthouse

In that eternity of his, where everybody will be happy, how could he feel the lack of her, the loss of her?

Lila

I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say to her.

Linger

He kissed the corner of her lips before whispering by her ear, “And that was just my hand, love.

Love Potions

The sound of her voice was so pretty, it almost disguised the ugliness of her words.

Lady Maggie's Secret Scandal

Longinus was suddenly aware of her biting his neck, and he experienced the agony and the ecstasy of her dark kiss.

Longinus the Vampire

She got on with her education. In her opinion, school kept on trying to interfere with it.

Soul Music

Her eyes always had a frantic, lost look. He could never cure her eyes of that.

South of No North

I told her to wait for me. She asked how long. I told her eight inches.

Sleepwalking is restercise

...counselling man to treat her as a slave while persuading her that she is a queen.

The Second Sex

She's alone, Inserted so deep in her blankets; I'm going to need a map to find her.

Saving Sara

To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth—I count that something of a miracle.

Tropic of Cancer

Acoustics reverberate inside of Lucy Anna, bouncing off her walls and slamming against her bars. Harmonic prison.

Toxic Garbage

He lives vividly in her recollections, however, and his memory is etched on her soul.

Odd Thomas

His dress told her nothing, but his face told her things which she was glad to know.

Once on a Time

Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.

Poisoned Apple

You can’t keep her.” I know that. But I’m not ready to give her up just yet.

Perfect Chemistry