S Quotes
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“She couldn’t picture anyone falling madly in love with such a person as Fish. What a name, Fish...Fish: think cold, slippery, detached. Benedict: think dry scholarly monk from the Dark Ages. Denniston: think English preparatory school, stolid country squire. Nothing about his name sounded the least bit romantic.”
“She couldn’t read his expression. As he started toward her, she recalled the way he’d seemed to glide through the sand the first time she’d ever seen him; she remembered their kiss on the boat dock the night of his sister’s wedding. And she heard again the words she’d said to him on the day they’d said good-bye. She was besieged by a storm of conflicting emotions—desire, regret, longing, fear, grief, love. There was so much to say, yet what could they really begin to say in this awkward setting and with so much time already passed?”
“She couldn’t very well let him join her in bed like that. Sure you could. No I can’t. Please? Hush, self, let me think.’ (Grace)”
Source: Fantasy Lover
“She counted on herself to withstand everything. And yet, who said she had to? What would happen if she broke down now and then?”
Source: The Portable Veblen
“She covered her ears with her hands and prayed they would make it out of there alive, although she knew that possibility was slipping away the longer they stayed.”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel
“She covered her mouth while her promised one slipped back into the rock he now considered his eternal tomb.
Pallador took possession of the scarlet gem and returned it to its dark hiding place. Eena couldn’t move. She stood frozen, facing the wall of mirrors, staring at a pathetic image that mourned in endless repeated reflections. This would be her agonizing eternity if she agreed to stay in Tribanees. This would be her hell—seeing her beloved day after day after day, unable to feel his touch or know his physical affections. This was no blessing in tragedy. Cursed be the immortal that believed time was more precious than love. Her answer to Pallador’s offer was an irrefutable and definitive no.”
Source: Eena, The Companionship of the Dragon's Soul
“She covered his hand with hers over her abdomen. His was so much bigger than hers and had probably fired guns, rifles, and god knew what else, but right here, right now, his tenderness broke down her will as sure as any grenade.”
Source: Legend of Love
“She covered the bread dough with plastic wrap and put it in the sun, she pulled out her blender and added the ingredients for the pots de crème: eggs, sugar, half a cup of her morning coffee, heavy cream, and eight ounces of melted Schraffenberger chocolate. What could be easier? The food editor of the Calgary paper had sent Marguerite the chocolate in February as a gift, a thank-you- Marguerite had written this very recipe into her column for Valentine's Day and reader response had been enthusiastic. (In the recipe, Marguerite had suggested the reader use "the richest, most decadent block of chocolate available in a fifty-mile radius. Do not- and I repeat- do not use Nestlé or Hershey's!") Marguerite hit the blender's puree button and savored the noise of work. She poured the liquid chocolate into ramekins and placed them in the fridge.
Porter had been wrong about the restaurant, wrong about what people would want or wouldn't want. What people wanted was for a trained chef, a real authority, to show them how to eat. Marguerite built her clientele course by course, meal by meal: the freshest, ripest seasonal ingredients, a delicate balance of rich and creamy, bold and spicy, crunchy, salty, succulent. Everything from scratch. The occasional exception was made: Marguerite's attorney, Damian Vix, was allergic to shellfish, one of the selectmen could not abide tomatoes or the spines of romaine lettuce. Vegetarian? Pregnancy cravings? Marguerite catered to many more whims than she liked to admit, and after the first few summers the customers trusted her. They stopped asking for their steaks well-done or mayonnaise on the side. They ate what she served: frog legs, rabbit and white bean stew under flaky pastry, quinoa.”
Source: The Love Season
“She cracked a sexy smile with a side of condescension. “Jack, I’m not looking to know you.”
No, she wasn’t, unless you counted biblically. She was looking for the guy who indiscriminately dated and bedded famous women. A guy whose life could be reduced to adjectives, most of them unflattering. That guy.”
Source: Feel the Heat
“She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
"Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you.”
Source: This Savage Song
“She craved a family, not having had enough of one to understand what a pain in the ass it was.”
Source: Both Ways Is the Only Way I Want It
“She craved a presence beside her, solid. Fingertips light at the nape of her neck and a voice meeting hers in the dark. Someone who would wait with an umbrella to walk her home in the rain, and smile like sunshine when he saw her coming. Who would dance with her on her balcony, keep his promises and know her secrets, and make a tiny world wherever he was, with just her and his arms and his whisper and her trust.”
“She craved a tall glass of the fresh-squeezed lemonade from the pitcher she’d left chilling in the fridge. Two glasses served with a generous slice of pound cake with orange glaze icing sounded twice as nice.”
Source: Fur the Win
“She crawled into her bed and curled into a tiny ball. She was suddenly aware of how small the space was that she was occupying compared to the largeness of the world. With a heavy pain in her chest she closed her eyes. She no longer resisted sleep for she knew that her dreadful nightmares were unavoidable. It was about time she got used to them. She held onto the image of Will’s face as long as she could, desperately hoping that some of his goodness would carry on into the night.”
“She crawled on top of him, naked and warm and soft, smelling like a miracle that had saved him from a lifetime of aloneness.”
Source: Fair Game
“She crawled,” Ben said. There were tears in his voice. That was wrong. Ben barely even tolerated me on the best of days. “She crawled to the bathroom to clean herself again. If it weren’t for the two subs in the pack, I’d be on the bottom. And she wouldn’t stand up in my presence for guilt.”
Source: Iron Kissed
“She crept toward him, padding noiselessly over the carpet, step by silent step. And as she came, sweet words fell from her lips like drops of raw honey.
"That's it, darling," she murmured.
The fine hairs on the back of his neck lifted.
"Stay... right... there."
The hairs on his arms lifted, too.
"Yes," she breathed. "Just like that."
Now she had the hairs on his calves involved. Damn it, he had too many hairs. By the end of this they would all be standing at attention.
Along with other parts of him.
"Don't stir," she said.
He couldn't speak for the parrot, but Gabe was doing some stirring. One part of him had a mind of its own, especially when it came to beautiful women in translucent chemises. He hadn't lain with a woman in some time, but his body hadn't forgotten how.
He couldn't help himself. He stole a glance at her face. Just a half-second's view. Not long enough to pore over every detail of her features. In fact, he didn't get any further than her lips. Lips as lush as petals, painted in soft, tender pink.
She was so close now. Near enough that when he breathed, he inhaled a lungful of her scent. She smelled delicious. A faint hunger rose in his chest.”
Source: The Wallflower Wager
“She crept up on me.”
“She [Cressida] knows it is men's sexual desire that makes women "angels" before they have been able to possess them; once possessed, women are "things" [Troilus and Cressida I.2, 225-28, 233-34].”
Source: Women of Will: Following the Feminine in Shakespeare's Plays
“She cried a little, but only inside, because long ago she had decided she didn't like crying because if you ever started to cry it seemed as if there was so much to cry about you almost couldn't stop, and she didn't like that at all.”
Source: Madness in the Family
“She cried aloud, with a great mourning cry for all that she had never known in this life, and the agony of a bereavement unguessed till this moment.”
Source: The Mists of Avalon
“She cried because Muffet loved her and because Hyacinth didn't.”
Source: A Drowned Maiden's Hair
“She cried for herself, she cried because she was afraid that she herself might die in the night, because she was alone in the world, because her desperate and empty life was not an overture but an ending, and through it all she could see was the rough, brutal shape of a coffin.”
Source: Collected Stories
“She cried for the life she could not control. She cried for the mentor who had died before her eyes. She cried for the profound loneliness that filled her heart. But, above all, she cried for the future ... which suddenly felt so uncertain.”
Source: Inferno: Special Illustrated Edition (Enhanced): Featuring Robert Langdon
“She cried like a child, laughed like bells ringing, and her smile was the most beautiful I've ever seen. She loved, she hated, and she inhaled the world like it was a rose. All this was why I loved her more than life.”
Source: The Beekeeper of Aleppo
“She cried like a person whose heart is broken and wondered how, when two people loved each other, there could be such a broken heart.”
Source: Graceling
“She cried out in exclamation, and suddenly flew into the mist.
“Stop!” Someone descended from the sky at the moment of her death, waved her into the sleeve of his robe, and lifted her up, while with the other hand pointed to block the sharp beak of Chongming.
The huge divine bird suddenly bowed its head obediently.”
Source: Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜
“She cried out into his kiss, her hands clawing his shoulders, adrift now in a pleasure that threatened to consume her. In her sexual lifetime she had never known anything like it. Had never tasted such a dark kiss, one that warned her he had no intention of making allowances for sensual inexperience. He was hungry. Needy. And she was the meal he craved.”
“She cried until the sun started to set, until the birds settled into their trees. She’d have to tell her siblings he was gone. She felt embarrassed, thinking of how excited she’d been to take them to Bora-Bora. She grew cold, sitting outside in Brandon’s underwear.
And then she stood up and dried her eyes. And she thought of June. She’d lived this all before, of course. Watching her mother go through it.
Family histories repeat, Nina thought. For a moment, she wondered if it was pointless to try to escape it.
Maybe our parents’ lives are imprinted within us, maybe the only fate there is is the temptation of reliving their mistakes. Maybe, try as we might, we will never be able to outrun the blood that runs through our veins.
Or.
Or maybe we are free the moment we’re born. Maybe everything we’ve ever done is by our own hands.”
Source: Malibu Rising
“She cried when I told her I had to go and that I believed that one day if the stars aligned, fate would bring us back together again.”
Source: Mr. Black
“She cried, "Laura," up the garden, "Did you miss me? Come and kiss me. Never mind my bruises, Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices Squeezed from goblin fruits for you, Goblin pulp and goblin dew. Eat me, drink me, love me; Laura, make much of me; For your sake I have braved the glen And had to do with goblin merchant men.”
Source: Goblin Market - Illustrated by Arthur Rackham
“She cried, and the judge wiped her tears with my checkbook.”
“She cries cuz shes lost and she doesn't even know what she wants. Her eyes grow cold as she begs the world to just let her go.
lines from Love Vs Destiny...”
“She cries,
I laugh,
She becomes numb,
I become filled with joy,
She slowly crumbles,
I feel on top of the world,
Yet somehow in the end,
Out of the ashes,
She rose like a Phoenix,
As if nothing had ever touched her”
Source: Better to be able to love than to be loveable
“She cries out loud while nobody listens.
But those who find her may sleep well at night,
Lost in the butterfly dream.”
“She criticized, “There are no excuses for why it could not be better. The devil’s in the details,” Viola tried to teach him. That made him mad and she heard him mutter, “Now’s I know why they call you Mrs. Rough-ner!” He went out and used hand scissors for the edges making the yard crisp and pleasant for all to see. Then, Viola just had to smile to herself because she guessed she had pushed him to his limit! But at last, the task was perfect and then, right after that, he left their home again.”
Source: The Viola Factor
“She crooned on until her cigarette was gone. The ash in the wind blew around us like hesitant snow.”
Source: Sonora
“She crooned, twining her legs around his, pressing her forehead to his breastbone. It was all he needed. Easing her backward, supporting her until she lay upon his desk, he pumped into her in aching need while his heart threatened to burst inside and his pulse almost drowned out the praise and the most sacred of promises that he whispered in the language of his fathers. Telling her how hot arguing with her made him, how proud he was of how she stood up to him, he held her gaze while he took her, and even as she coalesced around him again, drawing him into the surging power of her heartbeat, her ultimate pleasure.”
Source: The Tuscan's Revenge Wedding
“She crossed her arms across her chest, and for a moment, Richard thought she looked a lot like her brother, only more like an adorable, angry kitten.”
Source: Bluebells in the Mourning
“She crossed her arms, observing the party with me. “It is an art how quickly you can make everyone want to kill you.”
I shrugged, hearing the smile in her voice. “I just can’t help myself.”
Source: Kill Switch
“She crossed her legs and kicked out her feet, clad in thick wool socks and boots big enough to house a little old lady.”
Source: The Hike
“She crossed the room to him, put her arms around him, clung to him, turning her face to the side, learning all at once that it was awkward to show a person all of one's love when one's nose was broken.”
Source: Fire
“She crushed it, telling herself she was going to add Big in front of her Idiot tattoo.”
Source: Nalini Singh: Guild Hunters Novels 1-4
“She cupped her hands around the remnant flame of spirit inside me, protecting the flickering light until it grew stronger, and then placed my own hands around the flame and made me the protector of this growing force.”
Source: The Wisdom of Your Body: Finding Healing, Wholeness, and Connection through Embodied Living
“She cured me of my sadness.”
“She curled her fingers in under the blood-slick straps of his armour.
His cracked leather gloves caught on her hair.
'You don’t have to kill if you don’t like it,' Key promised. 'I’ll kill them for you.'
'Kill who?'
Against her hair, she felt his mouth curve. 'Everyone.”
Source: Long Live Evil
“She curled sideways into the milky light of the bedside lamp and began to read.”
Source: British Bulldog
“She cursed herself for forgetting something as important as creating beauty.”
Source: The Notebook
“She cut her eyes to the woods and whispered, "We're not alone, remember?" "I don't care who hears it. I love you!" His voice rose louder this time. She frowned. "Nothing's changed." "Everything has changed," he said.”
“She cut me a piece of the cheese and handed it to me---"The Dorset," she said---and it tasted like butter but dirtier, and maybe like the chanterelles she kept touching. She handed me a grape and when I bit it I found the seeds with my tongue and moved them to the side, spit them into my hand. I saw purple vines fattening in the sun.
"It's like the seasons, but in my mouth," I said. She humored me. She cracked whole walnuts with a pair of silver nutcrackers. The skins on the nuts felt like gossamer wrappings.”
Source: Sweetbitter