S Quotes
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“She’d allowed herself to become distracted from the true American dream — accumulating money — by its phantom cousin, accumulating fame.”
Source: Olga Dies Dreaming
“She'd already learned that pretty exposes you and pretty hides you and like most girls, she hadn't yet learned how to navigate the difference.”
Source: The Mothers
“She'd always been a little excitable, a little more passionate about books than your average person, but she was supposed to be -- she was a librarian, after all.”
“She’d always been the Watson to his Sherlock, Bonnie to his Clyde, the soy sauce to his ginger.”
Source: The Year of Cecily
“She’d always believed in me, encouraged me. I could trust her with my dreams and hopes.”
Source: Seven at Sea: Why a New York City Family Cast Off Convention for a Life-Changing Year on a Sailboat
“She'd always had a hankering for sitting quietly in dark, confined spaces.”
Source: Serafina and the Black Cloak
“She'd always had a short fuse but lately she was positively electric and could burst into flame anywhere, anytime. ... When she was out of the shower, dry and cool, she had one of those reprieves that came regularly - she felt perfectly normal, sane and in control. Then came the inevitable guilt . . .”
Source: Four Friends
“She’d always heard that praying for patience was dangerous because God could send adversity to teach patience. But she decided adversity had already arrived, and she really needed patience right now. Hers was onion-skin thin.”
Source: Trying Not to Drown
“She'd always imagined an autumn wedding: russet leaves and black velvets and dancing to Fred Astaire.”
Source: The Cottingley Secret
“She'd always imagined that the moon would wait for her, would encase itself in a gauzy cocoon of memories and wait.”
“She'd always known her reaction to that night had been too big, or perhaps too small. She hadn't ever cried. She hadn't told anyone. She'd swallowed it whole and pretended it meant nothing, therefore it had come to mean everything.”
“She'd always loved the dusk. It was as though a hand in the sky had pulled the sun from its berth... only to have the sun fight back, resisting, leaving a trace of itself to face amongst the stars.”
Source: The Rose & the Dagger
“She’d always loved the mountains, but as she turned back to face the spectacular seascape in the distance, she nearly lost her breath at the diversity of beauty to be found on this ancient, tiny island. She remembered a thought she’d had, just briefly, during her first day ever walking in Ireland, when they were going down through the forest on the way from Glenmalure to Glendalough. I could live my life doing this, she’d thought. And she’d done that, for a while.”
Source: Projector for Sale
“She’d always made a point of pretending not to be interested in money, because she was, in fact, very interested in it.”
Source: The Husband's Secret
“She'd always parceled herself out little by little... She'd never put all of herself in one place. It felt too risky. Because her great and constant fear all these years is that if anyone ever came to know all of her-the real her, the true deep essential Faye-they would not find enough stuff there to love.”
Source: The Nix
“She'd always perceived the world to be against her. Happiness was never to be trusted. And yet I thought vaguely, neither was sorrow. Didn't each come to season in the other?”
Source: The Book of Madness and Cures
“She’d always pictured her future self as a lone wolf traveling around the world, ensnaring romantic conquests and achieving her wildest and most ambitious goals. She didn’t think that at nineteen she would be so dependent on other people; she pictured herself as an autonomous and untouchable force that occasionally flitted back home to show off her new feathers before flying away to her life that was much more exciting than theirs.”
“She’d always respected organized people—from a safe distance.”
Source: Night Moves
“She'd attacked me with murder in her heart. And yet, idiot that I was, it was her I couldn't take my eyes off.”
Source: On Wings of Blood
“She'd be the perfect choice."
Jake snapped his head around to find Charli no smiling. "Who?"
"Annie."
"Are you kidding me?" Jake barked out a laugh. "We'd tear each other's throat out."
"Or each other's clothes off. Which sounds like a much better solution to me.”
Source: Truly Sweet
“She'd become accustomed to letting the garden grow uncontrolled since her father left. And that had suited both Harriet and the garden. They'd both been free to move about as they liked, to behave how it felt natural to behave. Harriet's decision not to prune was why the vines climbed so high along the house this summer, why the roses covered the garden walls and the blackberry brambles spread out as they did, decorating the bricks between the house and the railroad tracks with as many brilliant green leaves as menacing thorns. It was why the plum tree's fruit lay about the place all summer and its flowers bloomed brilliantly in the spring. It was why the bluebells stood in their own self-proliferating patches beneath the trees and rosebushes and wherever they pleased. Why her evergreen hedges were not neatly trimmed and why the hawthorn tree at the front towered over the gate. Her garden was filled with so much fierce beauty, she knew it would not take kindly to being clipped to the quick.”
Source: The Peculiar Garden of Harriet Hunt
“She'd been a beautiful woman in her day, delicate and trim, blue-eyed and fair-haired. There was a certain power beautiful mothers held over there less beautiful daughters. Even at seventy-four, with a limp from a hip replacement, Margaret could still enter a room and fill it like perfume. Josey could never do that. The closest she ever came was the attention she used to receive when she pitched legendary fits in public when she was young. But that was making people look at her for all the wrong reasons.”
Source: The Sugar Queen
“She'd been betwitched. She'd pricked her finger and had fallen into a deep, comalike sleep.”
“She'd been conceived as a goddess of justice. But this wasn't just.
It wasn't right.
And her husband's wrongful death would not go unavenged.
Kissing cold lips Bathymaas laid him on the ground and covered his body with her cloak.
Artemis gasped and shrank away from her as she rose to her feet and turned towards Apollo and his mother.
For this, there would be hell to pay.
And hers would be the hand that gathered the payment.”
Source: Dark Bites
“She'd been covered in sweat after her hike with Leo, for instance. And also after their session in his bedroom...
But she didn't have time to think about him, because she had to crack pepper over the plate of Nicoise pasta she was finishing. The fresh spaghetti was plated onto a rich nest of heavy cream, basil, garlic and Parmesan cheese. Transcendence on a plate, the most satisfying thing... outside of Leo's head between her thighs.”
Source: For Butter or Worse
“She'd been crazy to consider it even for a moment. It was time to wrap things up to do what she'd come to do, to remember who she was. A freelance agent, a woman with no qualms about stealing or killing to complete a job. A cool and efficient thief who could take pride in a career with no misses. Ada Wong always walked away with the goods and it would take more than a few hours with one blue-eyed cop to make her forget it.”
Source: [Resident Evil: City of the Dead] [By: Perry, S.D.] [September, 2012]
“She’d been destined for better things. Incredibly bright at school, she was too much for the overstretched teachers who’d just given her more work and let her get on with it.”
Source: The Girlfriend
“She'd been fed anti-consumerist bullshit by her parents but didn't understand simple economics.”
Source: Misadventurous
“She'd been freed from weakness by summoning the courage and strength to live and to love. She felt the thrill of freedom, freedom to do as she wished and as she was driven.”
Source: The Little Bird
“She’d been hunting for an indescribable thrill, a feeling she remembered from nights out with her friends, but she’d misunderstood where the feeling came from. It wasn’t about drinking and partying in some dingy club. It had been about the people. The constant laughter they shared, too high on each other to care that they were being obnoxious. Group trips to the bathroom like a small army unit, where the mission objective was helping each other squat over filthy toilets without their dresses touching the seat. Belonging.”
Source: Get a Life, Chloe Brown
“She’d been in a deep, soft, warm dream and wants it back, one more tantalizing minute. But the dream eludes wakeful pursuit; it always does.”
“She'd been in love with the man, and love is a scary thing. If not reciprocated, it can turn a person into a monster.”
Source: The Handbook for Lightning Strike Survivors
“She’d been kidnapped right after—and then her abilities had broken, and Alden’s sanity collapsed, and Silveny was attacked, and Kenric was murdered, and the Council turned against her, and she was banished along with all of her friends, and the gnomish plague was unleashed, and Keefe ran off, and Lumenaria fell, and so many other devastating and distracting things had happened that Sophie had never stopped to wonder . . .”
Source: Nightfall
“She’d been let down enough times to know not to believe in fairy tales.”
Source: Diamonds Are Forever
“She'd been mad for him as a girl, but she'd chalked that up to youthful infatuation. She'd tracked the events of his life religiously for a decade, but she'd told herself that was idle curiosity. And now... now she desired him so much she could scarcely stand, but surely that was only lust. Wasn't it?”
Source: Twice Tempted by a Rogue
“She’d been made small for so long, the words hadn’t existed to articulate the wild yearnings within her... She knew now what she wanted-- what she’d always wanted... The freedom to want, to choose, to be. To live a colorful, conspicuous, unconventional life.”
Source: The Muse of Maiden Lane
“She'd been on the hunt for some badass dude who'd go down with her into whatever dark place she was trapped in, but instead she'd ended up with this lame-ass coward, a guy who's too fucked up to tell her to get lost, but also too scared to do what he said he would do.”
Source: You Know You Want This: Cat Person and Other Stories
“She'd been pounding her location and thoughts into a device that would send those things to virtually any human with Internet access and yet looking over her shoulder had been a violation of privacy.”
Source: My Name is Joe
“She'd been prepared to offer the only thing she had to barter to Tomas, if it would have kept Elain from starving. Would have sold her body on the street to anyone who'd pay her enough to feed her sister. Her body had meant nothing to her- nothing, she'd told herself as she'd felt her options closing in. Elain meant everything.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“She’d been right about this death business. Unforeseen calamities had been in store for them. But her anger was dissipating, replaced by a staggering sense of defeat. For they had not properly celebrated the life of Haley Chan. Had not properly said goodbye with tenderness and love.”
Source: In the Event of Death
“She'd been scared Kovit would crumble, and while his cracks were large, she trusted he would pick himself up and sharpen the broken edges into weapons."
•pg.95 - Nita's thoughts”
Source: When Villains Rise
“She'd been sent up to the field to fetch the mare, although perhaps "sent" was too strong a word. Her father had done nothing more than ask her if she'd go, because the mare would not come willingly to any of the men but led them all a tiring chase, whereas for Lydia she came directly, took the halter quietly, and let herself be led downhill as meekly as a lamb.
To Lydia, it was a welcome chore. These first days of October had been busy ones that kept her in the garden cutting squash to dry and harvesting the beans for seed and digging her potatoes. There'd been pies to bake and pickles to be scalded- she had left the last to Violet, who made pickles best of any she had tasted- but the garden on its own had wanted more hours in the day than she could give it, and the digging left her shoulders sore, so it had been a great relief to start this day by simply walking up along the orchard wall into the upper field to find the mare.
Her father had a mind to go to Hempstead to Aunt Hannah's, and the mare would take him there and back more swiftly than the wagon team. She was a gray, a four-year-old with something of a filly's mischief glinting in her eyes as she stopped grazing, raising her fine head, and watched Lydia approach.
"There'd be no point," was Lydia's advice. "I've neither will nor energy to chase you so you'd have to play the game alone, which would be little fun."
The mare flicked one ear in acknowledgement of this and gave in gracefully, and although she did not step forward, she at least stood still and did not run. Lydia wasn't entirely sure herself why the mare favored her, but they had shared this rapport from the very first day that her father had brought the mare home as a yearling. Just as a horse could sense a nervous rider or a cruel one, it appeared that the mare could sense Lydia already carried a full share of troubles and did not need more. Whatever the reason, the mare bent her head to the halter and made no complaint and submitted herself to be led.”
Source: Bellewether
“She’d been so docile that Nina had become concerned. “Maybe she’s not getting enough blood to her brain?” she’d murmured to Matthias.”
Source: Crooked Kingdom
“She'd been so quick to believe the worst of her sister. Now Phoebe knew why. She'd wanted to.
Her entire life, Phoebe had defined her place in the world in relation to Brigid. She was the sweet one. The easy one. The healer. She needed Brigid to be the bad sister in order for her to be the good one. But she'd mixed up their roles. She'd been wrong about everything.
Brigid saw her sister start to crumble. "Hey, Phoebe, don't lose it," she said. "It's all in the past now. I just wish I'd killed that bitch when I had the chance. The fire ants would have been the perfect solution. No open casket."
Her sister's kindness destroyed the last of Phoebe's defenses, and the tears finally broke through. "I'm sorry," she blubbered. "I'm sorry for blaming you for Mom's death, and I'm sorry for believing your stepmother. I'm fucking awful."
"Yeah," Brigid said, pulling Phoebe into her arms. "You're a real asshole. But you're also my sister, and I'll always love you.”
Source: The Women of Wild Hill
“She'd been so stupid to once think that if she ended the Federation then she'd ended the hurting. War didn't end, not so cleanly - it just kept building up in little hurts that piled on one another until they exploded afresh into raw new wounds.”
Source: The Burning God
“She'd been suffering, and he'd had no idea how much it consumed every facet of her life. He'd seen her self-loathing and anger- but hadn't realised how much she had been aware of it. How much it had eaten her up. He couldn't stomach it. To know she'd hurt this much, for so long.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“She'd been taking care of others for so long that she scarcely recognized herself when she looked in the mirror.”
Source: Abandoned Breaths
“She'd been the one to push him away this time, yet it hurt just as much as it had before. The door clicked closed behind him, and she gasped out a sob, her body shaking. Why had she said what she'd said? Why had she pushed him away like that?
It made no sense. The only thing she wanted was to wrap her arms around him and never let him go.
And that was why she didn't do it.
Because once she did, she'd never let go. And she wasn't sure she'd survive if she had to watch him leave her again.”
Source: Prowled Darkness
“She'd been twenty-one when she'd met Marko in an upscale hotel, where she worked as a housekeeper. He hadn't heard her knocking and came into the bedroom, while she changed the sheets, in nothing but a damp towel. At first, she'd been embarrassed and tried to leave, but then the towel dropped. Next thing she knew, she was tied to the bed, begging him to flog her again. His brand of sex had been a mix of pain and pleasure, bringing her to sexual highs, she'd never known existed. She'd quit her job after that encounter and moved into his penthouse. For three years, he was her master and she was his submissive.”
Source: Wrestling William
“She'd begun her story to divert him from his nightmare. Little did she know that what she described created its own nightmares.”
Source: Claiming the Courtesan