S Quotes
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“She called out Clare's name, her voice a wild bird caught in the throat, her thighs singing, trilling to a song her mind had forgotten but which her body knew by heart.”
Source: Love Where You Work
“She calls after ages. You whine about how you missed her every day of all the while that she wasn’t there. She says little.
You ask - how could you move on just like that?
She says - how do you know I moved on?
And just like that, you live in hope again. You, hopeless poor soul.”
“She calls herself Fleet ‘cause she used to be a flute player, back in the day. BC, you know?”
“British Colombia?”
He looked sad. “No, Before Crack.”
Source: Sister Mine
“She came and took away all his miseries, his sorrows !!
Then SHe
went and left him restlessly numb. He was her
painkiller. SHe, his anesthetic.”
“She came anyway, but this time, she brought a wedding gift with her.
A wedding gift that would kick off the Trojan War.
Eris, the goddess of Discord, wasn't invited to the wedding of Peleus and Thetis. Not to be deterred, she came anyway, and she brought something with her.
What she brought with her was a golden apple that had the words, "...to the fairest" engraved on it. And the three goddesses - Aphrodite, Athena and Hera - began fighting each other over it...and that's how the Trojan War started. It's also how Rome was founded, as the story goes.”
“She came at once, after saying pleasantly to Mr Renfield: 'Good-bye, and I hope I may see you often, under auspices pleasanter to yourself’, to which, to my astonishment, he replied: 'Good-bye, my dear. I pray God I may never see your sweet face again. May He bless and keep you!”
Source: Dracula
“She came awake, stomach rumbling, and opened her eyes to see a plate being held right under her nose. When she reached for it, Shane snatched it back. "Nuh-uh. Mine." "Share!" she demanded. "Man, you are one grabby girlfriend." She grinned. It always made her feel so fiercly warm inside to hear him say that- the girlfriend part, not the grabby part. "If you love me, you'll give me a taco." "Seriously? That's all you got? What about you'll do sexy, illegal things to me for a taco?" "Not for a taco," she said. "I'm not cheap." "They're brisket tacos." "Now you're talking.”
“She came by this morning to drop off a meal for Sunday dinner because she's going away on a day trip, and decided to stay and prepare enough food for a family of ten: paneer tikka, dahi bhalla chaat, rajma masala, dal makhani, vegetable korma, chicken karahi, two types of biryani, mango cheesecake..." He trailed off when Zara laughed.
"I guess you won't be ordering in for a while."
"She was hoping I would have a guest." He hesitated, not wanting to scare her away, but also not wanting to let her go. "Are you free tonight?"
"You had me at 'enough food for a family of ten' but I would have been knocking on your door for a slice of mango cheesecake.”
Source: The Singles Table
“She came closer, and he was drawn to the way her skin glistened in the light. He took a deep breath, telling himself it was meant to be calming and not because he was desperate to catch her delicate scent- like the violets that grew in Surrey summer.”
Source: A Rogue by Any Other Name
“She came closer, reaching up to inspect the cut on my brow, her breasts so close to my chest, the heat of her body warmed me right through our clothes. “Jason, we need to get you to a hospital. Your brain could be swelling.”
Oh, something was swelling for sure, but it was nowhere near my brain.”
Source: Harvest Moon
“She came down to my dorm that night, knocking on the door around nine o'clock. Martha was at the library, and I was eating graham crackers and reading 'Glamour'. She didn't wait for me to open the door but turned the knob herself and stepped inside. Seeing her in the threshold was both surprising and perfectly natural - since I'd left her classroom, my head had been pretty much continuously buzzing with pieces of my conversation, and her presence felt merely like the physical manifestation of what I'd already been imagining.
"I'm not interrupting, am I?" she said.
I stopped chewing. "No."
"Here's what I want." I could feel the energy coming off her body - she'd had an idea, she'd decided something, she'd walked briskly through the cold air across campus - and how it contrasted with my own inertia, my bad posture, the crumbs dusting the front of my shirt. I sat up straighter.
"I want you to cut my hair, " she said. "I'll give you a grade for it. And that's how you can make up the paper. Whatever grade I give you for the haircut replaces the F".
I looked at her and felt suddenly, extremely tired. "How's that for a deal?" she said.”
Source: Prep
“She came down to my dorm that night, knocking on the door around nine o'clock. Martha was at the library, and I was eating graham crackers and reading 'Glamour'. She didn't wait for me to open the door but turned the knob herself and stepped inside. Seeing her in the threshold was both surprising and perfectly natural - since I'd left her classroom, my head had been pretty much continuously buzzing with pieces of my conversation, and her presence felt merely like the physical manifestation of what I'd already been imagining.
"I'm not onterrupting, am I?" she said.
I stopped chewing. "No."
"Here's what I want." I could feel the energy coming off her body - she'd had an idea, she'd decided something, she'd walked briskly through the cold air across campus - and how it contrasted with my own inertia, my bad posture, the crumbs dusting the front of my shirt. I sat up straighter.
"I want you to cut my hair, " she said. "I'll give you a grade for it. And that's how you can make up the paper. Whatever grade I give you for the haircut replaces the F".
I looked at her and felt suddenly, extremely tired. "How's that for a deal?" she said.”
Source: Prep
“She came downstairs like a doe stepping into a clearing on the first day of hunting season. I felt like a coward. I was lower than dirt. I had used every trick in my book to get her to come downstairs. I had manipulated her emotions, cheated and wormed to beat her at this game we were playing. But then I saw her, and I was so happy. I knew I would have burned the building down for the sight of her running toward me out of the flames.”
Source: The Innocent: A Myth
“She came for me.
What the fuck was he supposed to do with that?”
Source: Nevermore Bookstore
“She came from the most worthless of classes - the rich, with a smattering of culture.”
Source: Mrs. Dalloway
“She came home from work to the noise of fellow youngsters having fun through the partition walls
Exacerbating her aloneness
Yet she knew this was exactly what she needed
Solititude
To register what she was feeling
Forcing herself to become deaf to all sound except her own”
Source: Girl, Woman, Other
“She came into a room; she stood, as he had often seen her, in a doorway with lots of people round her. But it was Clarissa one remembered. Not that she was striking; not beautiful at all; there was nothing picturesque about her; she never said anything specially clever; there she was however; there she was.”
Source: Selected Works of Virginia Woolf
“She came into my life like the Mistral breeze. She showered me with love and care. She splashed me with smiles and laughs. And slowly and silently, she healed me of my depression.”
“She came out of nowhere like a two-by-four against the skull, knocking all common sense out of him and turning him into a walking woody.”
Source: Sleeping with the Boss
“She came over and looked at the picture. Then she took my hand. You know what that feels like? Like what the astronauts will feel when they step onto the moon for the very first time.”
“She came over and tried to comfort him. However, he lost the reason in the moment of rage and completely lost control of himself. He just flung up his sleeve and threw the child out like a doll; by the time his mind realized what he has done and tried to rush and protect her, it was too late. He watched helplessly as she bumped into the stone wall like a broken porcelain doll.
How did this happen?! At that moment, the teenager who had been sitting for many days, finally jumped up in surprise, ran to her and picked her up, then rushed out of the cave with the dying child in his arms; jumped onto the divine bird, and flew desperately to Menghua Peak in the northwest, completely forgetting the anger and hatred that engulfed his heart a moment ago.”
Source: Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜
“She came, She saw, She conquered, And how easily I surrendered, Without even giving a fight, So blinded was I by her radiant light, She pierced my heart with a single touch, Her bewitching eyelashes and whispering smile, Left me paralyzed for a while,”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“She came to him then and lifted her arms to be picked up, something he could not remember her doing for a long time-maybe two years. It was amazing how time got by, how quickly a child could change, change in front of your eyes with an unobtrusiveness that was nearly terrible.”
Source: Firestarter
“She came to him towards morning. She entered very carefully, moving silently, floating through the chamber like a phantom; the only sound was that of her mantle brushing her naked skin.”
Source: The Last Wish
“She came to Neil last and stayed with him, feeling the line of his shoulder armor through his jersey. "How are you doing?" Neil drained both cups before answering. "I'm fine." Nicky fist-pumped in triumph. "Thank you for being so predictable, Neil. You just scored me ten bucks with two words." Matt looked up. "Are you serious? Who the hell bet against you?" Nicky jerked a thumb at Kevin. "There's a sucker born every minute.”
Source: The Raven King
“She came towards me with a juicy gash between her legs that smelled like my best friend's sister"
Just when I thought I'd escaped them all
She comes reeling herself in
pulling at my strings
her hand quick to find my zipper
She moaned the way a drunk old lady does
And I wasn't even inside her yet
"You don't have anywhere else to be," she managed to say...
"My wounds have been reopened tonight already," I muttered
I caught wind of the gully
...the part of her she once kept sacred as a Christian
I smelled the information
I lifted my hand into the air and hailed a cab
He rolled down his window and saw her
"Find another cab," he said,
and sped off into the night
I took her home
because she said she was lonely
really she was drunk off something
some memory or some choice
she walked funny...
-one of her heels had broken
On the couch I left her,
Before I could go, she grabbed my cock
I slapped her across the face and she pulled harder
Her eyes stayed closed
Her lips dripped
Her grip clenched
I wasn't getting out of this one unscathed
"If I take my pants off, will you let me go?" I asked
"If you take your pants off, I'll be suckin' that cock till you pass out from all the screamin'..."
I slapped her again, because she needed it
She laughed
Saying her cousin beat her harder
Saying her father knew how to really...
...make things happen
I asked her what her father's number was
Let's get his motherfucking self up here to take you away, that's what I said
She said he died, or killed himself
"What's the difference really," she said, chewing on her hair
She let go of my cock on her own accord
And she opened her eyes for a moment
She closed them again
And I could tell she was sleeping
Her eyes opened once more
Her face red where I'd hit her
She tasted the blood on her lip
"Do you think if we remind ourselves enough, we can make up for all the pain we've caused others?"
I said to her, "We can't. All we can do is keep ourselves from all those who don't deserve it.”
Source: Strange Rainfall on the Rooftops of People Watchers: Poems and Stories
“She came very close, and looking into my eyes, she said, “My Jenny,” and then she bent her head and kissed me—here, on the left-hand corner of my mouth. And nobody knows better than I that I couldn’t have felt anything, because Tamsin was a ghost—but nobody but me knows what I felt. And I’ll always know.”
Source: Tamsin
“She can be a nightmare, but this still feels better than any dream.”
Source: Punk 57
“She can be an old dragon,’ the secretary whispered from behind the glass.
‘Dragons don’t exist,’ Molly answered.
‘This one does and she spits fire.”
Source: The Squatter: An Old Castle Novel
“She can be anyone. Vengeful Hera, wrathful Hera, the queen of the heavens, most long-suffering of wives and cruellest of punishers, will continue without her. She can slip away from the tethers of who she was, find a sweetness in love again, and, for the first time, belong to the world rather than commanding it.”
Source: Hera
“She can be seen as a falling star that has been captured by the sky and put in its rightful place.”
Source: Not A Book
“She can be taught.'
'She's a quick learner,' I retort.
'That remains to be seen.' He backs up two steps, putting a little space between us before crooking his fingers at me again.
'You're made your damn point,' I snap loud enough that I hear Imogen gasp.
'Trust me, I've barely gotten started.”
Source: Fourth Wing
“She can build or destroy your ego while on her knees.”
Source: I WILL BE A BILLIONAIRE: The right mindset is the first step towards the journey.
“She can choose to lead or be led
She can choose to dominate or be dominated
She can choose to submit or be submitted to
She can choose to bring life into this world or not
She can choose to marry or not
She can build or destroy your ego while on her knees
She enjoys being a woman
She is me”
“She can counter ideas about static ‘gender roles’ if she has been empowered by her familiarity with alternatives.”
Source: Dear Ijeawele, or a Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions
“She can feel his blood, just beneath his skin; when he breathes, the air fills with smoke. He's like a dragon, ancient and fearless.”
Source: Here On Earth
“She can feel it scratching at her, her anger, wedged in the space where the two halves of her rib cage meet.”
Source: You Know You Want This: Cat Person and Other Stories
“She can feel the sun pressing on her face. August takes her hand in his, pressing it, and she smiles and presses back without opening her eyes. Everything is beautiful for a short moment. When she lets go she can still feel the warmth of his hand.”
Source: The Trio
“She can go places we cannot, associate with people we cannot, understand things about society types and women that we never can. (Why Mr. Burke hires Violet Strange.)”
Source: Violet's Problem
“She can go with us to the lab and keep Myrnin pinned down while we pull the plug, if he's not... you know, better." "Define BETTER with that guy." "Not all fangs and raaaaar.”
Source: Ghost Town: The Morganville Vampires
“She can jettison her existence, her plans and her passions at a single stroke. She is only committed to reality through a secret electoral pact, by which she will stand down if she is losing. She never assumes responsibility for her existence, which allows her to wipe out at a stroke and to slide, like a good hysteric, towards another life. A strange life, spun out entirely towards a goal of transaction. Let a man ask her to give it up, to sacrifice the whole of it, and it all ceases to exist.
The Epeda Multispire mattress. Everyone can have their own night, their own sleep thanks to the 3,600 spiral springs which guarantee everyone complete autonomy. The ideal mattress. You can make love to someone on it without them even noticing. As the automaton of his own pleasure, each person’s experience of their sexuality is like their experience of a night on a Multispire mattress. It isn’t even loneliness, since there is someone else there. It’s more something of the order of the independent lunar module. Tristan and Isode each dreaming to themselves, on either side of their sexual console.
That seduction is the seduction of the uterine Mother and that all attraction merely masks the attraction of the primal abyss are platonic ideas. The cavity of the womb has taken over from the Cave in the Realm of Ideas. Once again, the real woman, her anatomy, serves as a sacred referent for a platonic ideology. The vertigo of seduction is here vulgarly phantasized into the hollow of a woman’s womb. This is to move from the most subtle game to the most profound—and hence the most stupid—phantasm.”
Source: Cool memories
“She can kill with a smile. She can wound with her eyes. She can ruin your faith with her casual lies. And she only reveals what she wants you to see. She hides like a child, but she's always a woman to me.”
“She can kill with her smile, she can wound with her eyes.”
“She can love you a lot but leave you in a second because a good woman knows her worth.”
“She can never tell him what she started to say: that we come to love those who save us. For although Anna does believe this is true, the word that stuck in her throat was not save but shame.”
Source: Those Who Save Us
“She can paint a lovely picture, but this story has a twist. her paintbrush is a razor, and her canvas is her wrist.”
Source: After
“She can paint a pretty picture but this story has a twist. The paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is her wrist.”
Source: After
“She can play my guitar note for note, she likes to stick her tongue down my throat.”
“She can see how this self-possessed child might appear to other children. But she doesn't believe that it's the way it must be; she doesn't believe that Poppy couldn't learn to enjoy time with her peers, to stop rolling her eyes at them and alienating them. She doesn't know, thinks Laurel, she doesn't know that this isn't how you grow up.”
“She can sense things . . . Things the rest of us can't.She only knew there was a strange feel to you, and she'd only ever felt that around one other person. So she brought you to me."
"Seems like she could have done that without me having to carry a household's worth of stuff."
This made him laugh. "Don't take it personally. She was testing you. She wanted to see if you're a worthy match for her grandson."
"What's the point? He's dead now." I nearly choked on the words.
"True, but for her, it's still important. And, by the way, she does think you're worthy."
"She has a funny way of showing it."
[..]
Paul stuck his head out the back door. "Grandmother wants to leave now," he told me. "She wants to know why you're taking so long and said to ask why you'd make someone as old as her keep waiting and suffering with her back."
I recalled how fast Yeva had been walking while I struggled to keep up with my load. Her back hadn't seemed all that bad to me.
"Okay. I'll be right there." When he was gone, I shook my head. "It's hard being worthy.”
Source: Blood Promise