J.A. ANUM quote: "There's something about her. It's not her smile or grace, It's not her beauty or race, It's not her scent or warm embrace, Maybe it's her laugh or the shape of her face. No, that's not the case. It's just her."

It’s not her shape,
her face, or her hair
that makes her beautiful.
Neither is it t...
PIERRE ALEX JEANTY

Sauve qui peut. To survive
we’d all turn thief

and rascal, or so says the fox,
MARGARET ATWOOD

She closed her eyes; and in the sweet slumber lying
her spirit tiptoed from its lodging place.<...
FRANCESCO PETRARCA

Her innocence was maddening. She should know. She should know what her steward had done. She should ...
MARIE RUTKOSKI

Duende

I can't remember her name.
It's not as though I've been in bed
with that...
JACK GILBERT

Ô, the wine of a woman
from heaven is sent,
more perfect than all
that a man can in...
ROMAN PAYNE

Forget about raping her, do not even force her, verbally or even emotionally.

I bet you w...
HONEYA

O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes;
Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching Earth;
Lie close...
JEFFREY EUGENIDES

The multicolored kitten snuggled between her breasts.

Lucky cat.

"I thought ma...
CANDIS TERRY

Your daughter is ugly.
She knows loss intimately,
carries whole cities in her belly.
...
WARSAN SHIRE

Keep an eye out for her,
she tends to disappear
intermittently, leaving no
note for o...
AKASH MANDAL

Love Sorrow

Love sorrow. She is yours now, and you must
take care of what has...
MARY OLIVER

somebody/ anybody
sing a black girl's song
bring her out
to know herself
to know...
NTOZAKE SHANGE

Tonight I Can Write

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for e...
PABLO NERUDA

I. At Tea

THE kettle descants in a cosy drone,
And the young wife looks in her husba...
THOMAS HARDY

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
an...
PABLO NERUDA

And yet one arrives somehow,
finds himself loosening the hooks of
her dress
in a s...
WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS

There is a girl.
I named her love.
She has a father.
His name is desire.
Her mo...
DEBASISH MRIDHA

She asks why I like her.
Might as well ask
Why I breathe.
Maybe tomorrow I won't
GAIL CARSON LEVINE

THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,

Her soul...
W.B. YEATS

It meant he was sure to see Linh Cinder again.
Maybe he could learn more about her then.
M...
MARISSA MEYER

What makes more sense in today's world?
Thinking about future, she ruined her present?
Or<...
JAPNEET KAUR

Perhaps he would have no title or fortune to offer her, but he was determined to see her safe.
...
TESSA DARE

My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.
Her hands asleep beside her.
Her hair draped on the...
ROMAN PAYNE

Not only did
I love her,
but I could tell
the universe loved
her, too.
More...
CHRISTOPHER POINDEXTER

over the decades
her books became
such a part
of her

that
the ink AMANDA LOVELACE

Survive
...
Some women survive
by creating walls,
big walls guarding their heart...
IJEOMA UMEBINYUO

To see her is a picture-
To hear her is a tune-
To know her an Intemperance
As innoce...
EMILY DICKINSON

THE soul should always stand ajar,
That if the heaven inquire,
He will not be obliged to ...
EMILY DICKINSON

Bite me, Goth princess,” Shane called from the back. “Not literally or anything.”
“Mayb...
RACHEL CAINE

If you aren’t willing
to love her,
do not put dents
on her heart
that will inf...
PIERRE ALEX JEANTY

If only we were not that seedling of Creation,
Of Earth and its generations,
If only we ha...
ADONIS

What is this all about,' asked Sai, but her mouth couldn't address her ear in the tumult; her mind c...
KIRAN DESAI

Her hands brushed Shane's, and he let go of the cards and took hold.

And then somehow she...
RACHEL CAINE

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of ...
PABLO NERUDA

When did you star here?” I ask her.

“Three days ago. Sir. Aspirant. Um—” She wrin...
SABAA TAHIR

That made love—not grace—the magic ingredient. Then a
new thought hit her. Perhaps love was...
PENELOPE MARZEC

What does Éloa mean?”

He narrowed his gaze, answered her literally. “It’s the name...
SARAH MACLEAN

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of d...
DOROTHEA MACKELLAR

I caught a red bird once,
I fell in love with her,
Took the red bird home with me,
I...
QUETZAL

STAINS
With red clay between my toes,
and the sun setting over my head,
the ghost of ...
BRENDA SUTTON ROSE

My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.
Her hands asleep beside her.
Her hair draped on the...
ROMAN PAYNE

You see her
and ascend into love.
You become enchanted,
a found madman.
In yo...
KAMAND KOJOURI

And infatuated be damned. He was near to being blinded by his attraction to her. He was in love, dam...
MARY BALOGH

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of...
PAMELA REDMOND SATRAN

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs,
Or the thousand splendid suns that hid...
KHALED HOSSEINI

So, having found a lady, could you not have come to her aid, or left her alone? Why drag her into yo...
NEIL GAIMAN

She grew tired of shielding her body,
For societal expectation and propriety,
Double stand...
JACQUELINE SIMON GUNN

Mary was like a caged tiger in the first days of her captivity. Keen, alert, and watchful, she liste...
MARGARET GEORGE

Be to her, Persephone,
All the things I might not be;
Take her head upon your knee.
S...
EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY

Accuse not nature, she hath done her part;
Do thou but thine, and be not diffident
Of wisdom, ...
JOHN MILTON

To love is to think.
And I almost forget to feel only from thinking about her.
I don’t k...
ALBERTO CAEIRO

What time is the funeral"

" Two pm."

"Are you going, Sergeant?"

"Y...
ROSALIE HAM

MY MOTHER GETS DRESSED

It is impossible for my mother to do even
the simplest...
DAPHNE GOTTLIEB

I’m not like her. I don’t steal people.”

Mr. Tibbalt watched her, saying nothing. CLAIRE LEGRAND

There was a young lady from Gloucester
Who complained that her parents both bossed her,
So...
JOHN CIARDI

When you look at her,
if you do not feel
blessed to have her.
She is not yours to kee...
PIERRE ALEX JEANTY

A good golfer’s métier is his or her golfing skill.

A great golfer’s métier is his ...
LORII MYERS

The scars on her face said something different about her, too-that she, like Cyra, knew what she was...
VERONICS ROTH

Storms,
those whirlwinds and symphonies
in the sky,
nourish her midnight soul
an...
MELODY LEE

She had the prettiest eyes
& prettiest smile with
Wounds on her heart and
bruis...
TANYA GAMBHIR

Elm

BY SYLVIA PLATH

I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap r...
SYLVIA PLATH

The collar had restrained his winds but not killed them. They uncoiled from behind the shadows, read...
LISA MANTCHEV

And I understand my sisters when they say every woman has a story that's been told a maxim of one so...
MARK GONZALES

It's just a stupid sword," she said, aloud this time...
... but it wasn't.
Needle was Robb...
GEORGE R.R. MARTIN

She came towards me with a juicy gash between her legs that smelled like my best friend's sister" DAVE MATTHES

Power

Living in the earth-deposits of our history

Today a backhoe divul...
ADRIENNE RICH

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No ti...
W.H. DAVIES

My father, father!' - she might pray to the winds;
no innocence moves her judges mad for war. <...
AESCHYLUS

But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love forever.
Had we never lou'd sae ki...
ROBERT BURNS

For the Wife Beater's Wife

With blue irises her face is blossomed. Blue
Circling to ...
BRUCE WEIGL

Everyone has always said I look like Bailey, but I don't.
I have grey eyes to her green,
a...
JANDY NELSON

I am Detective Inspector Me. This is my partner, Detective Her."
The traffic warden frowned. "H...
DEREK LANDY

A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld,—
The lady dare not lift her veil
For fea...
EMILY DICKINSON

DEATH
. . .
And now you are here to fight for this woman.
You know her promise is giv...
ANNE CARSON

Her pinkie took matters into its own, er, pinkie, and moved oh-so-slightly, grazing his skin. His pi...
ANGELA QUARLES

Cal stepped forward, hopefully to come to my rescue.
"I could toss her off the pier, Ms. Vande...
RACHEL HAWKINS

As he took her hand
he gave her
all she had been
waiting for--
a shiver
dow...
ATTICUS POETRY

Finally, he slipped his arms around her too.
Her eyes closed in relief.
“I was thinking,...
BONNIE DEE

Ashryver eyes met her own, and she touched the face that was the other side of her fair coin.
...
SARAH J. MAAS

And when you lay in bed with your wife,
are you mentally there or with the women on TV?
O...
AMBY C. EZEM

Shirt"

The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams,
The nearly invisible stitches ...
ROBERT PINSKY

So you want to know all about me, Who
I am
What chance meeting of brush and canvas painte...
ELLEN HOPKINS

Sugar,” Jake said, “I’ve wanted you since the first time you sassed me.”

“I wan...
TINA LEONARD

One of us will just have to stay at the cottage to keep an eye on her.' [...]
Let's see if Wido...
JANETTE RALLISON

It was my teacher's genius, her quick sympathy, her loving tact
which made the first years of ...
HELEN KELLER

Teach her that the idea of 'gender roles' is absolute nonsense. Do not ever tell her that she should...
CHIMAMANDA NGOZI ADICHIE

It's slowly breaking her down
Consuming her breath
Fighting her strength
She doesn't ...
EVY MICHAELS

You starting to feel hope yet?" Viola asks, her voice curious.
"No," I say, fuddling my noise. ...
PATRICK NESS

And then that voice from behind her said her name again.

"Celaena."

They had d...
SARAH J. MAAS

He sighed, then said, "So basically, you're stalking her."
"I am NOT stalking her." I insisted....
JENNIFER ECHOLS

Hemingway is overrated,
Twain is even more lost at sea,
And all truths point to the mouth ...
DAVE MATTHES

I'm not going to die," she said. "Not till I've seen it."
"Seen what?"
Her smile widened. ...
V.E. SCHWAB

I'm not going to die," she said. "Not till I've seen it."
"Seen what?"
Her smile widened. ...
VICTORIA SCHWAB

... He'd been about to turn away when she lifted her face to the moon and sang.

It was no...
SARAH J. MAAS

Women Are Not Roses

Women have no
beginning
only continual
flows.
ANA CASTILLO

The ceiling shattered, and the vacuum created yanked her into the air. Her face grazed a shard of th...
G.S. JENNSEN

No matter,” he assured her. “If it’s a concern, you may take me in your mouth.”
Her smi...
MATT TOMERLIN

Little Alice fell
d
o
w
n
the hOle,
bumped her head
and br...
LEWIS CARROLL

She lends her pen,
to thoughts of him,
that flow from it,
in her solitary.

LANG LEAV

There's something about her.
It's not her smile or grace,
It's not her beauty or race,
It's not her scent or warm embrace,
Maybe it's her laugh or the shape of her face.
No, that's not the case.
It's just her.

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J.A. ANUM

There's something about her.
It's not her smile or grace,
It's not her beauty or race,
It's not her scent or warm embrace,
Maybe it's her laugh or the shape of her face.
No, that's not the case.
It's just her.

J.A. ANUM

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There's something about her.It's not her smile or grace,It's not her beauty or race,It's not her scent or warm embrace,Maybe it's her laugh or the shape of her face.No, that's not the case.It's just her.

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There's something about her.
It's not her smile or grace,
It's not her beauty or race,
It's not her scent or warm embrace,
Maybe it's her laugh or the shape of her face.
No, that's not the case.
It's just her.