Findings:
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
- She was very beautiful. Y'know?
- She always was devious in her beauty
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- Because, perhaps she was cold
- I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- She was too beautiful to be human
- She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
- To a girl who thought she was moving away
- piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
- She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
- She didn't know what outside was anymore.
- She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
- Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
- What the hell was she thinking?
- She was so pleased to learn that she was right
- She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
- He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
- She knew what she was doing
- The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
- She was steady
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- "He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
- When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- When she was bad
- He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
- she was just the dry smell of gasoline
- she was waylaid by an octopus
- The House on the Island Where She Was Born
- I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
- And when she came back she was nobody's wife
- she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
- She was so tall, and I was so in love
- She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
- She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- She was locked in time
- Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
- She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
- For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
- The flowers smiled, but she was gone
- She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
- She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
- She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
- Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
- I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
- She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
- The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
- Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
- She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
- Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
- She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
- She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
- She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
- She was coming out as he was going in.
- She was free
- She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
- When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
- She Was 18, It Was Summer
- Besides the part where she was the only one
- She is and was
- when i wake up i can't remember what it was. it's so hard to smuggle something out of a dream.
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- He stretched out his arms but she was not there
- she couldn’t go and be beautiful
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- I was meant for this
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- serene. She sips her tea
- All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
- there was a time when you couldn't just learn things instantly
- the way she wears her weary
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- All he left her was alone
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- She Will Have Her Way
- making certain he was touching her
- This book was stolen from the Harvard College Library. It was later recovered. The thief was sentenced to two years at hard labor.
- She always confused her greys with white.
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- It was hard to say hello. It was even harder to say goodbye.
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- Once when I got like this I thought I was building a boat
- there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
- she gave her heart to a falling star
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- i wonder if that was meant to console
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- My father's secret life was never meant to be secret
- She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- I was the center of gravity of Chicago for one beautiful Saturday
- I couldn't sit, it was Thursday
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- She is not beautiful
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- If I was beautiful like you
- She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
- she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
- If I was beautiful, I'd know it
- I think I was watching the most beautiful thing I have ever seen
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- The skyline was beautiful on fire
- she had already found her party
- Everything Was Beautiful and Nothing Hurt
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- She is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
- If my heart was a computer, that night reformatted my hard drive
- It was too late by the time the robots came and I couldn't, I just couldn't
- The last girl I dated was a vegetarian. We couldn't go anywhere and so it just didn't work out.
- He was hard in all the wrong places
- "My God," she said, "I'm beautiful."
- Her name was Natalie
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
- I Was Meant for the Stage
- I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- She flies with her own wings
- I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- I was sure it was her
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- Two of them. Hovering there like bloated gas giants in the heavens. Good God, it was beautiful.
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- the magic that was meant to capture the outlaw instead transformed him into a monster
- She thought about giving him her heart
- When I was 21, he was building a Time Machine
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
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