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For there she was.
A ship is always referred to as 'she' because it costs so much to keep one in paint and powder.
At long last he was her's
She is mine, and I am hers.
Think ere you speak
Nothing stood between Sheryl's heart and skin. She was whole in her sorrow, perfectly connected inside and out, soul and body united, swaying with complete abandon to a dirge that only she could hear.
She was his and he hers.
Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out at every joint and motive of her body.
I don't want to get into a 'he said, she said' with the refs ... I'm the he.
Why dost thou smile so at me?" inquired Hester, troubled at the expression of his eyes. "Art thou like the Black Man that haunts the forest round about us? Hast thou enticed me into a bond that will prove the ruin of my soul?"
"Not thy soul," he answered, with another smile. "No, not thine!
its raining, shes made if sugar.
Her. One word. A simple pronoun that seems like an entire vocabulary.
She liked that word: we. It sounded warm and open, like a hug.
Helga, we need to talk. There's something you've got to know about."
"You sound so serious, Lemon."
"I am, Helga. Deadly serious."
"Okay. I will be right over. Stay nude.
He's so goddamn beautiful. Shines so bright, I can't even see him. She
Na, she's righted again," said a cool young fisherman, "and they've gotten down that unchancy mast. They maun have stout hearts and skeely hands that work her; but it's for life, and that learns folk baith pith and lear. There! - but it's owre now.
My heart beats her name
Hera the cow queen,
Ree, brunette and sixteen, with milk skin and abrupt green eyes, stood bare-armed in a fluttering yellowed dress, face to the wind, her cheeks reddening as if smacked and smacked again.
Hee is a foole that thinks not that another thinks.
She's dead. She's dead.
Careful, she bites.
I am a she. The mask is a he, or is actually gender-neutral. People love the character.
Sethe, he says, "me and you, we got more yesterday than anybody. We need some kind of tomorrow."
He leans over and takes her hand. With the other he touches her face. "You your best thing, Sethe, You are." His holding fingers are holding hers.
"Me? Me?
Goodbye, pretty girl.
Speechless?" asked Erec. "Don't be ashamed. I bring all ladies to that state sooner or later."
"Too bad for you," she said, "I'm not a lady.
Thizz iz wat it iz
Your name's longer'n you are.
her again and she was going
It's HE-RO," the boy argued. "No," the girl insisted, "it's HER-O.
There will always be a they in your new life, Meira. They make decisions; they mold your future. The trick is to find a way to still be you through it all." "Are
It's been a pleasure, she-wolf.
I'm hers. To confide in. To vent to. To celebrate with. To grow with. To show her strengths. To bear her vulnerabilities. To laugh with. To cry with. To love. And to be loved by. I'm hers.
Hester bade little Pearl run down to the margin of the water, and play with the shells and tangled sea-weed, until she should have talked awhile with yonder gatherer of herbs.
Heifer, you are not Olivia Pope.
She's a gray woman with gray sayings."
"A crape-hanger.
He. Does there have to be a he? It seems weak and unoriginal doesn't it, for stories told by girls to always have a he?
he is her home, a cemetery of poems.
SHE hears me strike the board and say
That she is under ban
Of all good men and women,
Being mentioned with a man
That has the worst of all bad names;
And thereupon replies
That his hair is beautiful,
Cold as the March wind his eyes.
So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.
Her who whose beauty is not like earthly beauty, dangerous to look upon, but like the morning star which is its emblem, bright and musical.
Rumo!" said Rumo.
"That's right!" Smyke exclaimed. "You Rumo, me Smyke."
"You Rumo, me Smyke." Rumo repeated eagerly.
"No, no." Smyke chuckled.
Heav'n hath no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd,
Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.
She a patient waitin in my room
Dear, sweet, beautiful girl,
Thou art a woman,
And that is saying the best and worst of thee.
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her?
So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.
She it is, she, that found me
In the morphia honeymoon;
With silk and steel she bound me
In her poisonous milk she drowned me,
Even now her arms surround me
Tessie and I lay in our chairs, listening to wax being violently removed. 'Oh my!' cried the large lady. 'Is nothing,' belittled Helga. 'I do it perfect.' 'Oweee!' yelped a bikini-liner. And Helga, taking an oddly femenist stance: 'See what you do for the mens? You suffer. Is not worth it.
If the English language had been properly organized ... then there would be a word which meant both 'he' and 'she', and I could write, 'If John or Mary comes heesh will want to play tennis', which would save a lot of trouble.
Amo, amas, I love a lass, As cedar tall and slender; Sweet cowslip's grace Is her nominative case, And she's o' the feminine gender.
And there, in the background, the brite spring sky's sediment had sunk to a dark band of blue. Ah, it mesmerized me ... like the snow had done. All the woe of the words, "I am" seemed dissolved there, painlessly, peacefully.
Hae-Joo announced, "The Ocean.
I turned to Alex. 'Hey, are you female today?'
'Hold on... There! Now I'm female.'
My expression must have been priceless.
Alex burst out laughing. 'I'm kidding. Yes, I'm female today. She and her.
Sweet like syrup of ipecac, she leaves my system with my guts in her hands.
I am no I. I am now part of a we.Part-- Jerry Pinto
Faire words makes mee looke to my purse.
She that in life and love refuses me,
In death and shame my partner she shall be.
She was the amoureuse of all the novels, the heroine of all the plays, the vague "she" of all the poetry books.
The whorl of her stars.
That girl can barely spell her name.
When I look at you, she is all I see.-- Ella Frank
Who is't can read a woman?
she is the sea he listens to with his hands
She who is brave is free.
You don't need to diet, She-Body. You are a just-right female."
"McNab?" Eve said.
"Yes, sir."
"Shut up."
"It's all right, Dallas. We're a couple."
"A couple of what? No, don't tell me. Don't talk to me. Don't talk to each other. Let there be silence across the land.
Blaire, i love you girl. To the moon and back.
We love you Effie!
In the space beyond was Hedra Ka. A cracking scab of a planet, choked with storms and veins of lava. A mist of rocks floated in orbit, a reminder of its recent formation. It was a young world, unwelcoming, resentful of its existence. 'That is the angriest looking thing I've ever seen,' Ashby said.
Female is female.
The smile was still on his face, but his words were like the arctic winds. "You don't talk to her. At all." There was no stopping He-Man when he came out to play.
How're we gonna bring the big hag round?" said Big Yan.
"I heard where ye has to put someone's heid between their legs," said Rob doubtfully.
Daft Wullie sighed and drew his sword. "Sounds a wee bit drastic tae me," he said, "but if someone will help me hold her steady-
She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer, Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won!
Whe can't escape who we are
You'd think they would train these SOE girls better, it's just sloppy.' Hans sipped his cognac. 'She looked the wrong way crossing the road, silly girl.
There will be no takin' this back, lass. Doona even think to be tellin' me later that you willna hae me. You will hae me.
Coexisting with the radiant masculinity of Apollonian Keats is a lunar poet of enchanted night in thrall to the goddess Hecate.
That s the problem I ve been choosing male names. You are a she! [To Saphira, while trying to choose her name.]
Her breath caught in her throat. No, she
She's my sunshine
She had always called me 'you.' 'Is that you?' on the telephone, 'Can you? Will you? Do you?' so that I imagined, like a fool, for a few minutes at a time, there was only one 'you' in the world and that was me.
Linguists traditionally observe that esteemed writers have been using they as a gender-neutral pronoun for almost a thousand years. As far back as the 1400s, in the Sir Amadace story, one finds the likes of Iche mon in thayre degree ("Each man in their degree").
Sheftu," she whispered, "it's all over."
"Nay, little one. It's just beginning. Many things are beginning.
You do somethin' for me? Go tell Twink I'll meet her at the old grove Tuesday about dusk-dark."
Jody was frozen.
He burst out, "I won't do it. I hate her. Ol' yellow-headed somethin'.
Lay it on me"
"I was trying to. Geez, woman, make up your mind," Fane hold her, eyes glowing. She threw one hand up to hold him off.
"I meant your idea, fur ball, not your delectable body.
I've got a girl that I love so, hey Loddy Loddy Lo.
I will become her Gallowglass
Hey." Lon said to Kar Yee, towering over her. "Hanging in there?"
"This? Pfft. It's nothing." Kar Yee said with a silly grin. "How's my favorite pirate captain? Did you come to give me something nice to look at? A little pirate booty?" She snorted a laugh at her own joke.
I can but pray the Father o' a' to haud his e'e upon her, an' his airms aboot her, an' keep aff the hardenin' o' the hert 'at despises coonsel!
I live because I am a Warrior and because I wish one day to be in the company of [She] for whom I have fought so hard
And who e'er said I wanted such a fiery-tongued woman to wife?"
"I'll wait until the two of you are married to tell Trulie you said that.
She is a small woman with a face like a book mite; she is not without opinions.
I'm going to say hi to my girl nowGirl-- E.l. James
You're night, Duchess, she was day.
Whate'er I read to her. I'll plead for you
As for my patron, stand you so assured,
As firmly as yourself were in still place -
Yea, and perhaps with more successful words
Than you, unless you were a scholar, sir.
O this learning, what a thing it is!
Hermy-own-ninny.-- J.k. Rowling
She's the sunrise, the moonrise, all four points of my compass.
I have, throughout my private war, been a she, a you,a Donna, a me, and finally, an I ... If you sense distance,you're not mistaken; it's real. Welcome to my world.
She's wonderful. Tell her I've never seen such beautiful hands. I wonder what she sees in you."
Waddington, smiling, translated the question.
"She says I'm good."
"As if a woman ever loved a man for his virtue," Kitty mocked.
neighborhood - and she'd watch as he