S Quotes
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“She continued weeping until the heat of her tear water, the sheer velocity of its flow, finally obscured the already vague circumstances of its origins.”
Source: Jitterbug Perfume
“She continues to do her best to inspire and make others smile with her attitude of "it can always get better.”
Source: Nobody Thought I Could Do It, But I Showed Them, and So Can You!
“She continues to inspire the world,
Just being her authentic self”
“She cooked a Southern supper as Ma would have: black-eyed peas with red onions, fried ham, cornbread with cracklin', butter beans cooked in butter and milk. Blackberry cobbler with hard cream with some bourbon Jodie brought.”
Source: Where the Crawdads Sing
“She could afford anything, she could give anything, but she could not share a moment of her life with anybody. She
was a beautiful and a glamorous diamond with an astronomical price tag, but to a crude reality — she was still a stone, a living stone. Nothing else but a stone in an aesthetic sense.”
Source: A Maverick Heart: Between Love and Life
“She could almost feel each woman's intention through the paper. Ellie Penhaligan, who was so in tune with the earth and the elements that she could disappear into them. Stella Darling, whose suitability was a real no-brainer, especially now that she had opened her own natural healing practice. Stella was the only other person in Avening with formal magic training, and once time had mellowed her, she would be a true mistress of the elements. Nina Bruno, one of the most powerful candidates on her list, a real Charm Sister whose hypnotic personal energy would turn anyone her way. Eve Pruitt, who had no particular powers to speak of, but whose loving and giving energy radiated from her, putting everyone at ease- people magic. Maggie Moreau, who passed so effortlessly between worlds, and she hadn't even hit puberty yet. Her mother Mave- who would have thought Mave would have been interested? But she'd applied all on her own, and sure enough, Autumn had been forced to recognize her great untapped potential. Ana Beckwith, whom Autumn loved like a daughter born of her own womb, and who, whether she realized it or not, had already begun to tap into her ability to move through time. Ginny Emmerling, the lonely warrior who wanted to fight for a new piece of herself. Dottie Davis, the only applicant to understand the Book as a vehicle of spirituality. Charlie Solomon, that budding psychic reporter whom Autumn had all but coerced into settling down in Avening. Sylvie Shigeru, who was only just eighteen and had already made peace with her magic, and done so much to harness it. And last, her sister, Siobhan, who would be a prophet the likes of whom Autumn hadn't seen in many generations. Age wasn't a concern; Maggie and Siobhan wouldn't initiate for another ten years at least, and as for the older women, Dottie and Eve, initiation would change them the way it had changed Autumn so many centuries ago.”
Source: When Autumn Leaves
“She could already feel small waves of her juices fall from her newly-broken pussy, making a damp spot under her ass.”
Source: Loving Scarlett
“She could always talk me into anything. My sister made me a little starstruck.”
Source: The Sister Pact
“She could always walk somewhere without him. Of course this somewhere had to be somewhere "safe." She could walk to her office. But she didn't want to go to her office. She felt bored, ignored, and alienated in her office. She felt ridiculous there. She didn't belong there anymore. In all the expansive grandeur that was Harvard, there wasn't room there for a cognitive psychology professor with a broken cognitive psyche.”
Source: Still Alice
“She could and had faced an armed laser in the hands of a mad mutant mercenary with less fear than she faced such unswerving emotion.”
Source: J. D. Robb In Death Collection
“She could ask for anything, she thought dizzily, anything--an end to pain or world hunger or disease, or for peace on earth. But then again, perhaps these things weren't in the power of angels to grant, or they would already have been granted. And perhaps people were supposed to find these things for themselves.”
Source: Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instrument Series (4 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass; City of Fallen Angels
“She could, at this stage of things, recognize signals like that, as the epileptic is said to—an odor, color, pure piercing grace note announcing his seizure. Afterward it is only this signal, really dross, this secular announcement, and never what is revealed during the attack, that he remembers. Oedipa wondered whether, at the end of this (if it were supposed to end), she too might not be left with only compiled memories of clues, announcements, intimations, but never the central truth itself, which must somehow each time be too bright for her memory to hold; which must always blaze out, destroying its own message irreversibly, leaving an overexposed blank when the ordinary world came back.”
Source: The Crying of Lot 49
“She could barely remember what life had been like before him and didn't even want to try. All Grace knew was that she wanted to be with him, always.”
Source: Boycotts & Barflies
“She could barely stand to hear the crack and pop of the wood. Had barely been able to endure it in Feyre’s town house. Snap; crunch. How no one had ever remarked that it sounded like breaking bones, like a snapping neck, she had no idea.”
Source: A Court of Frost and Starlight
“She could be a fire hazard. Maybe we should remove her from the ship before she spontaneously combusts.”
Source: Wires and Nerve
“She could be funny, quick-witted, and generous, but she could be volatile too. She could be both fire and ice, and she was street smart.”
“She could be lively only in the midst of life; in isolation she dwindled to a shadow.”
Source: The Collected Stories of Stefan Zweig
“She could become a spinster, like Emily Dickinson, writing poems full of dashes and brilliance, and never gaining weight.”
Source: The Marriage Plot: A Novel
“She could carry off anything; and some people said that she did.”
Source: Love at Second Sight
“She could communicate love with just one caress of her fingers. This touch was natural to her and had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with love.”
Source: Vengeance Road
“She could depend on the Lord for the same reasons and to a far greater extent. The Lord deserved her trust because of who he was and what he'd done.
Leaning didn't make her weaker. It made her stronger.”
Source: When Twilight Breaks
“She could do anything with dynamite, except eat it.”
“She could end up on the news if she wasn’t careful, with her face plastered on the back of milk jugs. Missing and too stupid to live.”
Source: Alien Promise
“She could envision Jesus out on the stormy waves calling her to join him, and not be distracted by the laws of nature. She’d just need to keep her focus on the Savior and move forward in these tossing waves. To keep focusing on the watery sprays trying to sink her would be her undoing. As her father understood and often repeated, she now saw the storm warning. “You win some, you lose some.” Could Jesus defy natural consequences-gravity?”
Source: The Fearless Moral Inventory of Elsie Finch
“She could envision Jesus out on the stormy waves calling her to join him, and not to depend on the laws of nature. She’d just need to keep her focus on the Savior and move forward in these tossing waves. To keep looking down on the watery sprays trying to sink her would be her undoing. As her father understood and often repeated, she now saw the storm warning. “You win some, you lose some.” Could Jesus defy natural endings?”
Source: The Fearless Moral Inventory of Elsie Finch
“She could fall into this moment forever, but she knows there is no future in it. Only an infinite number of presents, and she has lived as many of those with Sam as she can bear.”
Source: The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
“She could feel energy thrumming in the prince’s movements, but it was tightly contained. Everything about him whispered control. Maybe that was the problem, she thought. Too much control made for a rigid heart. Hearts were made to beat steadily, yes, but they were also meant to tremble.”
Source: Grim Lovelies
“She could feel him reaching places inside her that were unnatural.”
Source: Ezekiel's Eyes
“She could feel his breath on her neck, the heat of him. Her legs were stuck to the floor. The dress hung on her, open. She turned around slowly. It was like losing her free will again, only this time, instead of not being able to feel anything, she could feel it all - too much - not enough - she wanted more. His hands were painful flames on her skin; his lips were longing; his eyes were the place you go before sleep - smoke and dreams and escape.
'Attis,' she exhaled and he lowered himself towards her. The kiss was slow and sweet and agonizing, like one of his magical symbols, turning her molten in his arms; beneath, a fire roared, a heat Anna had never known, a heat that only grew against the impossible softness of his lips. She grabbed at the collar of his shirt as his hands pressed against her back. She wanted to sink into him forever, for every last knot inside of her to come undone. She felt her dress fall of her shoulders...”
Source: Threadneedle
“She could feel it brimming on her lips, that superstar smile, the bow shape, the teeth long and solid tombstones.”
Source: Willful Creatures
“She could feel magic in the quiet spring day, like a sorcerer’s far-off voice, and lines of poetry floated over her mind as if they were strands of spider-web.”
“She could feel something unnatural following her every movement as she washed her bountiful Huzza and Wahzoozie" — BATS”
“She could feel the cool of his arms sliding gently under her legs and carefully under her neck as he cradled her to his chest.
'It hurts, Jacks.'
'I know, love. I'm going to take you somewhere safe.”
Source: The Ballad of Never After
“She could feel the force of a stampede in the body beneath her, the heaving power of a storm-tossed sea.”
Source: King of Scars
“She could feel the reverberation of the drum in her belly. And the steady beat filled her with dread.”
Source: Beauty's Punishment
“She could feel these hands tremble, and she could feel Mr. Kidder’s excitement. How eager she was to be gone from this room. Her heart was beating in mild revulsion from the man’s touch, but Katya forced herself to remain still, politely unresisting. In Mr. Kidder’s eyes, which brimmed with moisture, Katya saw such tenderness for her, such desire, or love, she felt that her throat might close, she might begin to cry. Gravely Mr. Kidder lowered his face to hers. Katya held her breath, but he just brushed his lips against her forehead and did not try to kiss her on the mouth.”
Source: A Fair Maiden
“She could gather information that may refute the claims that were structured by logical fallacies and replace them with sufficient empirical evidence! After weeks of persisting in accumulating more data points, and weeks more in reading each response, Sapienas found a consensus within all the responses for each race, discovering that these responses contradicted all the logical fallacy-based claims about every race.”
Source: Logicalard Fallacoid
“She could get lost staring into the kaleidoscope of unfathomable lifetimes swirling in a human iris. They were haunting and sober and wise, even when she coaxed a jaw-cracking sunny smile from the face they were set in.”
Source: Chances
“She could give herself up to the written word as naturally as a good dancer to music or a fine swimmer to water. The only difficulty was that after finishing the last sentence she was left with a feeling at once hollow and uncomfortably full. Exactly like indigestion.”
Source: Tales of the wide Caribbean
“She could hardly believe that this truculent stranger was her brother. "Nick," she said, testing his name on her tongue. "Why did you give me those presents? It nearly drove me mad, wondering who had sent them. And I was terrified that Sir Ross would think I was carrying on with a secret lover."
"Sorry," he muttered, flashing her a contrite smile. "I wanted to be a- a benefactor. To give you the things you deserve. I never meant for us to meet. But the need to see you became so strong that I couldn't bear it any longer."
"And that is why you approached me at Silverhill Park?"
He gave her the smile of a naughty schoolboy.”
Source: Lady Sophia's Lover
“She could hardly speak. Or breathe. She didn't know what to say. Everything felt unreal. It was like time travel. As though she had fallen through two decades.”
Source: The Midnight Library
“She could hardly wait to cross over from Kansas into the Oklahoma prairie and take in God’s beautiful land.
—Addison in "Addison’s Adventure" by Lisa M. Prysock.”
Source: Addison's Adventure
“she could have been
the love of your life
but you refused to love her
she could have been
your soul mate
but i guess you’ll never know”
Source: I hope this reaches her in time
“She could have been there all along, he felt, but for some unknown, unarticulated reason, she had never lifted a finger to put her poems into circulation. It was the thing that had baffled him most about her, for in all other ways Anna was a person who stood up for herself and fought hard for what she believed in, and she knew damned well that her poems were good. Doubts, yes, despairing moments, yes, but what writer or artist doesn’t live in that shifting territory between confidence and self-contempt? The proof was in the fact that she had always shared her poems with him, not because he ever asked her but because she wanted to, either reading them out loud or handing him small sheafs of six or seven at once, and again and again he had responded to her new work by saying it was time to get off her ass and start publishing them, which was invariably followed by a diffident shrug from Anna, who sometimes added “You’re right” or “One of these days” or “We’ll see”, depending on her mood.”
Source: Baumgartner
“She could have dropped you both off. whar's the worst she can do? cry hysterically?"the gears on the ute get stuck at the lights and will pushes tom's hand out of the way and and shoves it into the correct gear."it wasn't her" he mutters after a moment."sorry?" tom says."she didn't cry""then what?"it's too quiet except for the quiet for the crap engine sounding like a lawn mower."i cried"luca bursts out laughing beside will."yeah, well i did" will says. "And it's not the thing you want to do in front of a bunch on engineers.”
“She could have had a life as potent and dangerous as literature itself.”
Source: The Hours: A Novel
“She could have him swinging from the trees by nightfall--he wanted to do so much more than kiss her now.”
Source: Suffering Fools
“She could have lived in comfort, but I doubt if it occurred to her to try.”
Source: My Heart Is Broken
“She could have rambled with all the fervor of a woman who had loved one entity for longer than most races live, and with the inviolable, unquestioned certainty found in dementia. There were references dated and sealed with meticulous care which she would have enthusiastically opened with the mirth of one proclaiming a lifetime of honors and awards. But that singular event was freshly disturbed; its pores still drifted on the faint zephyr of remembrance.”
Source: Everautumn
“She could have shot herself, scratched herself, or indulged in other forms of self mutilation, but she chose what she probably felt was the weakest option-to at least endure the discomfort of the weather."
"The minutes were cruel. Hours were punishing. Standing above him at all moments of awakeness was the hand of time, and it didn't hesitate to wring him out. It smiled and squeezed and let him live. What great malice there could be in allowing someone to live."
"And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, i tire me. When I start thinking like that, I become so exhausted, and I don't have the luxury of indulging fatigue. I am compelled to continue on, because although it's not true for every person on earth, it's true for the vast majority-that death waits for no man-and if he does, he doesn't usually wait very long."
"Please believe me when I say I picked up each soul that day as if it were newly born. I even kissed a few weary, poisoned cheeks. I listened to their last, gasping cries. Their vanishing words. I watched their love visions and freed them from their fear.”
Source: The Book Thief