S Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with S. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“She could hear Han Sooyoung's laughter.
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“She could hear his heartbeat clearly, its gentle thump-thump beating against her cheek.
"It calls for you, you know," he said.”
Source: Four Weddings and a Werewolf
“She could hear his words ringing in her ears like an air raid siren. “Father’s asked me to accompany a sick soldier home. I would leave tomorrow but be back by Christmas.” Who was this Airman Ralph Jacobs? And why now? Why Dick, for heaven’s sakes? The man was shot down in Italy. Wasn’t that Sly and Bobby’s territory? Wasn’t it Harry’s? Maybe that’s what Annie had heard. So instead of using Sly, they dumped the duty onto Dick.”
Source: Glorious Christmas
“She could hear noise. Vast, powerful human noise — a roar of life slowly finding rhythm and shape. Becoming a chant.”
Source: The Midnight Library
“She could hear, some way off, her brothers calling to each other in the woods behind the house. She hoped desperately that their game wouldn't bring them any closer, that they wouldn't scare the birds away.
Somehow she knew that you didn't get many moments like this in your life: moments when you knew, without any doubt, that you were alive, when you felt the air in your lungs and the wet grass beneath your feet and the cotton on your skin; moments when you were completely in the present, when neither the past nor the future mattered.
She tried to slow her breathing, hoping somehow to make this moment last forever.”
Source: Stardust
“She could hide in this small, dull life.”
Source: The Heavens
“She could imagine how it would be. That was the worst part. The suggestive taunts that made her feel clumsy and hyper-vigilant, the soft touches that could spring like a trap—they painted a very vivid picture of what it would be like to fuck him, yes. He would not be nice or gentle, but he would be good, and he would gore her heart like any other trophy in this place just as soon as he was done playing with it.”
Source: Raise the Blood
“She could just distinguish his features, as he slept the perfect sleep. In this darkness, she seemed to see him so distinctly. But he was far off, in another world. Ah, she could shriek with torment, he was so far off, and perfected, in another world. She seemed to look at him as at a pebble far away under clear dark water. And here was she, left with all the anguish of consciousness, whilst he was sunk deep into the other element of mindless, remote, living shadow-gleam. He was beautiful, far-off, and perfected. They would never be together. Ah, this awful, inhuman distance which would always be interposed between her and the other being! There was nothing to do but to lie still and endure. She felt an overwhelming tenderness for him, and a dark, under-stirring of jealous hatred, that he should lie so perfect and immune, in an other-world, whilst she was tormented with violent wakefulness, cast out in the outer darkness.”
Source: Women in Love
“She could just pack up and leave, but she does not visualize what's beyond ahead.”
“She could literally feel the heat of his body; they were inches apart. She inhaled deeply, his masculine scent mixed with dust and sweat. Heat tore down through her and she gazed up into those gray eyes that studied her in the building silence. He wanted her. The thought was shocking. What was more shocking and disconcerting to Shiloh was she wanted him!”
Source: Wind River Wrangler
“She could live in this moment forever, she was certain. Just here, with his arms around her and his lips on hers and this certainty pulsing through her that said this was what life was supposed to be, this was what it meant to belong, this was what her heart had always craved.”
“She could live without her past. She was better off without her past. But Ian couldn’t live without his heart.”
Source: Girl in the Water
“She could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr if they killed her quick.”
Source: The Complete Stories
“She could never be anything but the best 7 days of my life.”
Source: Sheer Luck
“She could never, in any words, deny her love for Teddy. It was much a part of herself that it has a divine right to truth.”
Source: Emily's Quest
“She could no longer borrow from the future to ease her present grief.”
“She could no longer hear the birds. She tried to concentrate on the pain instead—old Moonscar had told her there was a way, somewhere, of using pain as a ladder to climb above pain. It was a very dark way…she could tell only that the blade seemed to be cutting an angle.”
Source: Frostflower And Thorn
“She could no more escape the conviction that rhubarb was a herb of all the virtues than the modern generation can avoid the illusion that Lady Chatterley's Lover is great literature.”
Source: A Countryman's Spring Notebook
“She could no more pick out the light of its death than pluck a particular molecule of salt from the ocean, but she knew it was there, and the fact was like a stone in her belly.”
Source: Caliban’s War
“She could not admit but that he had remarkable qualities, sometimes she thought that there was even in him a strange and unattractive greatness; it was curious then that she could not love him, but loved still a man whose worthlessness was now so clear to her.”
“She could not agree, she dreaded being quarrelsome. Her heroism reached only to silence.”
“She could not bear the tenderness which a dog would evoke, she did not want the pain of another love. She knew how very much, how desperately, she would love her dog; and dogs are vulnerable and short-lived and die.”
Source: The Message To The Planet
“She could not bear the thought. She simply could not bear the thought that she might somehow prove to her grandfather that her mother had indeed been a fool and her father had been a damned fool and that she was the damnedest fool of them all.”
Source: Ten Things I Love About You
“She could not bear to feel England’s earth and cobblestones under her shoes again, she thought. And if she could bear that, then she might never bear to leave.”
Source: New Amsterdam
“She could not bear to look at him just now. If she did, she might well slap him again. Or cry. Or kiss him. And never know which was right and which was wrong and which was madness.”
Source: George R. R. Martin's A Game of Thrones 5-Book Boxed Set (Song of Ice and Fire Series): A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, and and A Dance with Dragons
“She could not beat to be irrelevant. Virginia lives to be essential.”
Source: Vanessa and Her Sister
“She could not bring herself to turn away from the night sky, for the stars and the blackness were the only escape she had when old faded memories returned to haunt her.”
Source: The Masks of Monsters
“She could not complain about not having shoes when the person she was talking to had no legs.”
Source: The Thing Around Your Neck
“She could not explain or quite understand that it wasn't altogether jealousy she felt, it was rage. And not because she couldn't shop like that or dress like that. It was because that was what girls were supposed to be like. That was what men - people, everybody - thought they should be like. Beautiful, treasured, spoiled, selfish, pea-brained. That was what a girl should be, to be fallen in love with. Then she would become a mother and she'd be all mushily devoted to her babies. Not selfish anymore, but just as pea-brained. Forever.”
“She could not have asked for a more perfect day. The sun was shining, the humidity was low. There was a slight breeze. The water was a silvery blue. It was a bright, beautiful, early, autumn day. Perfect.”
Source: The Blossoming
“She could not have been born gray. Her
color, her color of brown, was an essential part of her, not an accident. Her anger, timidity, brashness, gentleness, all were elements of her mixed being, her mixed
nature, dark and clear right through, like Baltic amber. She could not exist in the gray people's world. She had not been born.”
Source: The Lathe Of Heaven
“She could not have gazed at him with a more rapturous intensity if she had been a small child and he a saucer of ice cream.”
Source: The Most Of P.G. Wodehouse
“She could not hear the reply of the Lord in the soft moonlight beams He had hung in the heavens...beams that filtered through the creamy lace curtain panels and caressed her cheek. Nor did she hear the Lord's encouragement in the stars that lit up the night sky. She could hear no reply at all that night.”
Source: Protecting Miss Jenna
“She could not help feeling that the sunlight that bathed her there by the back door of the hospital was a shocking waste committed by heaven, now gratuitously inundating the earth.”
Source: Thirst for love
“She could not help recalling the bustling which had attended Eduard's celebration of her own birthday, she could not help thinking of the newly erected pavilion under whose roof they had promised themselves so much pleasure. The fireworks exploded again before her eyes and in her ears; the lonelier she was, the more she lived in imagination; yet the more she lived in imagination, the more alone she felt. She leaned upon his arm no more, and had no hope of ever being able to lean on it again.”
Source: Elective Affinities
“She could not hurt me. I had no more space, at the time, to hold any new hurts.”
Source: Biography of X
“She could not ignore life. She had to live it and it was too brutal, too hostile, for her even to try to gloss over its harshness with a smile”
Source: Gone with the wind
“She could not mourn. She could no longer weep grasping the essence of annihilation, she wished only to cease, to be no more, as if sunk in some profound sleep devoid of wakening.”
Source: Red as Blood, or Tales from the Sisters Grimmer: Expanded Edition
“She could not picture it. Herself riding on the subway or streetcar, caring for new horses, talking to new people, living among hordes of people every day who were not Clark.
A life, a place, chosen for that specific reason––that it would not contain Clark.
The strange and terrible thing coming clear to her about that world of the future, as she now pictured it, was that she would not exist there. She would only walk around, and open her mouth and speak, and do this and do that. She would not really be there. And what was strange about it was that she was doing all this, she was riding on this bus in the hope of recovering herself. As Mrs. Jamieson might say––and as she herself might with satisfaction have said––taking charge of her own life. With nobody glowering over her, nobody's mood infecting her with misery.
But what would she care about? How would she know that she was alive?
While she was running away from him––now––Clark still kept his place in her life. But when she was finished running away, when she just went on, what would she put in his place? What else––who else––could ever be so vivid a challenge?”
Source: Runaway: Stories
“She could not read a book for fear of the feelings she might find in it.”
Source: The Thirteenth Tale
“She could not step beyond herself — not even for the sake of the whole world.”
Source: The Most Precious Gift: A myth of gods and humans
“She could not stop the chaos in her mind, so she became the ring leader of her thoughts.”
“She could not stop the circus in her mind, so she became the ring leader of her thoughts.”
“She could not take the words back—words never will come back—and she looked round for something she could do.”
Source: An Episode of Sparrows
“She could not then know that, even for the squarest peg, the right hole may ultimately be found”
Source: The Getting of Wisdom
“She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.”
Source: Gates of Paradise: Number 7 in series
“She could not trust people who wore all their "weird" on the outside. It left so little within to discover.”
Source: Artificial Gods
“She could not understand how she was here, when she had never said yes to being brought anywhere. She could not remember speaking to him, much less agreeing. She was beginning to learn the danger of silence, and that someone who wishes to hear a yes will not go out of his way to listen for a no.”
Source: The Merry Spinster
“She could now be sad without losing a jot of hope. Nay, rather, the least approach of sadness would begin at once to wake her hope. She regretted nothing that had come, nothing that had gone. She believed more and more that not anything worth having is ever lost; that even the most evanescent shades of feeling are safe for those who grow after their true nature, toward that for which they were made—in other and higher words, after the will of God.”
Source: Mary Marston
“She could only admire the breadth of his chest, each pectoral muscle clearly defined. Her palms itched to explore them, and she wanted to curl her fingers in the sprinkling of dark hair that narrowed over the flat plains of his belly. There was an indentation bisecting them that she ached to trace. The hair grew denser just below his navel, arrowing toward his low-slung drawers, half-opened now. She gasped when she saw it. The tip of him rose up, thick and pink, protruding over the top of the linen. The ache between her thighs increased, as if knowing he was meant to be inside her to assuage it.
He saw her take notice and kept his arms up, fingers laced behind his head, as if basking in her study of him.”
Source: The Devil and the Heiress