S Quotes
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“She'd have him, even if it killed her. If it killed both of them, she'd have him”
Source: The Awakening
“She’d have liked to say that she hadn’t wanted to hurt anyone, but that wouldn’t have been quite truthful. She’d wanted to hurt everyone, to make them feel what she felt, or even just not to be alone in it. In the wake of her loss, she’d longed to throw away everything she’d worked for, just to undo the agonizing truth that she could not accept.”
Source: The Paragon
“She'd have to be measured infinitely in order to be calculated, which no one could ever do.”
Source: Alone With You in the Ether
“She’d have to treat the interview more like risotto than instant rice, adding ingredients gradually while stirring gently.”
Source: By Cook or by Crook
“She'd headed out early, walking the short distance to Kew Gardens and arriving as it opened, taking an hour to explore the grounds before her meeting. The huge expanses of green immediately soothed her as she wandered. She barely scratched the surface of what the great gardens had to offer, but gazed in awe at the spectacular Alpine House, the elegant Nash Conservatory, and sweltered in the giant Victorian glasshouse. She stopped to admire the succulent garden and the giant lilies in the Waterlily House, some of the pads of the Victoria amazonica more than a meter across, before wandering into the Rose Pergola, through a tunnel of blooms, rambling roses--- including the 'Danse Des Sylphes' and the pink-blossomed 'Mary Wallace', she read--- trained to climb in an arch over her head.”
Source: The Botanist's Daughter
“She’d heard of love at first sight, but very few mentioned distaste at first sight.”
Source: Shattered Resistance
“She'd heard of people having butterflies in their stomaches, and she knew what they meant. That flapping, uneasy feeling deep in your gut. But she had it now everywhere. Butterflies under all of her skin, fluttering, sending shivers that moved in waves up and down her body.”
Source: Lady Midnight
“She’d heard people talk about electricity and butterflies; being with Royce was like a lightning storm and hummingbirds.”
Source: Second Chance Ranch
“She’d heard that Jesus took the form of a man and floated up into the sky. Well, why shouldn’t the god of the sea appear in the sea? Which was more ridiculous? She shook her head, perplexed.”
Source: A Woman of Pleasure
“She'd hurt him, but she'd attempted everything in her power to make things right. She'd shown him in a thousand ways that she was honorable and strong and generous and very human, maybe even more vividly human than anyone he'd ever known.”
Source: Six of Crows
“She'd invite you in, but you'd never be a part of her conversation.”
“She’d invited Oskan to the Yule Feast. Or rather, she’d sent a royal command ordering his presence on the twenty-first day of Icemas.”
Source: The Cry of the Icemark
“She'd jumped out of plenty of planes. Albeit with a parachute in place, but she pushed that worry aside.”
Source: Veiled Target
“She’d just committed to doing something she’d sworn never to do again.
She was going home.
She was going where the devil lived.”
Source: Threat of Danger
“She’d keep her head down and work hard, and one day she’d be free of this place, these people.”
“She'd kicked Klein's ass and still had enough moxie to tag him, and enough physical strength to get herself out of a window ten feet up on the wall.
He really should marry her.”
Source: Crazy Wild
“She’d killed him.
Not just killed him – she’d never actually considered letting him live once the fight had begun. She knew he would never have backed down to her or any of the taiga gryphons. She’d set him up to die, then killed him, and now she would never get the chance to fix their broken friendship. She wanted to curl up in a bunch of fur, feathers, and blood and cry.”
Source: Ashen Weald
“She’d kissed Jamie on the cheek and cried when, at last, he was out of sight. Months later, off at Denison, she sat with classmates and watched the draft lottery live on the grainy common-room television. Jamie’s birthday—March 7—had come up on the second pick. So he would be among the first to be called to fight, she thought, and she wondered where he had gone, if he knew what awaited him, if he would report, or if he would run. Beside her, Billy Richardson squeezed her hand. His birthday was one of the last drawn, and anyway, as an undergraduate, he had been granted a deferral. He was safe. By the time they graduated, the war would be over and they would marry, buy a house, settle down. She had no regrets, she told herself. She’d been crazy to have considered it even for a moment.”
Source: Little Fires Everywhere
“She'd known lovers to hide away in Belle Vie's most private corners - stealing kisses, and much more, the cottages or the storage shed and, yes, even the quarters - which she'd always thought a strange and twisted choice, but perhaps no stranger than choosing to marry, to seal a hope, on the grounds of a plantation.”
Source: The Cutting Season
“She'd known me my whole life. It's hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing a part of yourself.”
Source: The Summer I Turned Pretty
“She’d known the moment he stood, when her heart had stopped dead, that he hadn’t meant it. That he would have crawled. This man, this noble and selfless and remarkable man …”
“She'd laughed because he meant her to laugh - but for months afterwards, every time the symptoms flared, she'd imagined the shadow child inside her, its inky limbs taking shape, its tiny fingers unfurling.”
Source: The Book of Guilt
“She'd learned a lot about letting go that past year. About not holding on to the past and embracing what fate had in store. About taking pride in a hard day's work, but also taking time to rest and find peace in the quiet moments of the day.
Most of all, she'd learned the importance of spending time with those she loved. She now understood just how precious time was, and that it wasn't promised.”
Source: Almost There
“She'd learned now that the only way to write a list was to finish with something you actually wanted to do.”
Source: Happily Ever After
“She'd learned physical strength could always be taught, but mental fortitude was a born trait few had.”
Source: Downburst
“She'd learned that his wife's real name was not Daisy. It was Diana, and, somehow, that unsettled her almost as badly as finding the picture had. It made her think that she was the rough-draft Diana, the one who got crumpled up and tossed in the trash, while his wife was the final version, the one who was beloved, cherished, marriage material.”
Source: That Summer
“She’d learned the only skills that could keep her safe. To escape death, she’d become death.”
Source: Crown of Midnight
“She'd learned to live in the present a long time ago, to enjoy every moment she had. Time was a luxury, something she knew she could run out of very quickly, so she made sure each minute counted for something.”
Source: Toxic Game
“She’d led her father to believe she was undecided in her profession when in actuality she quickly became one of Beckett’s most trusted enforcers.”
Source: Saving Poughkeepsie
“She'd lied about needing to sleep because she'd felt so caught up in him she'd wanted to wake and return back to the real.”
“She'd liked Pearl. Pearl hadn't meant to Tazer Archie. Well, she meant to Tazer him, but how was she supposed to know that her then-boyfriend was going to drag Archie away, suspend him naked from meat hooks and try to hack him up with an ax?
Hadn't everyone had a bad boyfriend at some point?
Pearl had made some bonehead choices, but she had a good heart.”
Source: Kill You Twice
“She'd lived a lot of years on this tiny little island, a dot in the Atlantic. Home to pirates, home to ships' captains, home to innkeepers and fishermen and Coasties. Home to generations of stubborn people determined to stand, though the sands may shift. To thrive, though the waters may rise. To go on living, though the storms may rage.”
Source: Yesterday's Tides
“She'd lived long and survived some heartbreaking shit. Growing up with a father who spent most of his life sucking down whatever alcohol he could find only to escape to a husband who used his fists to carry his side of the conversation. The men in her life taught her to be on guard. Losing my mom, Gram's daughter, by her son-in-law's hand shaped everything that came after, including raising me to be bold, fight back, and detest violent men, especially the one who made my existence possible.”
Source: The Usual Family Mayhem
“She'd long ago learned an important lesson--there was always a way to wrestle with the impossible.”
Source: A Semi-Charming Kind of Life
“She’d look at me, and I’d stop dead in my tracks, never wanting to leave that moment. Do you know what that’s like?” I scanned the audience. “Day in and day out, you’re thrilled to be alive and experience a million moments of love and happiness that constantly compete with each other. Every day was better than the last.”
Source: Until You
“She'd loved birds long before her physical limitations kept her grounded. She'd found a birding diary of her grandmother's in a trunk in the attic when she was Frankie's age, and when she asked her father about it, he dug through boxes on a shelf high above her head, handing down a small pair of binoculars and some field guides.
She'd seen her first prothonotary warbler when she was nine, sitting alone on a tupelo stump in the forest, swatting at mosquitoes targeting the pale skin behind her ears. She glanced up from the book she was reading only to be startled by an unexpected flash of yellow. Holding her breath, she fished for the journal she kept in her pocket, focusing on the spot in the willow where he might be. A breeze stirred the branches, and she saw the brilliant yellow head and underparts standing out like petals of a sunflower against the backdrop of leaves; the under tail, a stark white. His beak was long, pointed and black; his shoulders a mossy green, a blend of the citron yellow of his head and the flat slate of his feathers. He had a black dot of an eye, a bead of jet set in a field of sun. Never had there been anything so perfect. When she blinked he disappeared, the only evidence of his presence a gentle sway of the branch. It was a sort of magic, unveiled to her. He had been hers, even if only for a few seconds.
With a stub of pencil- 'always a pencil,' her grandmother had written. 'You can write with a pencil even in the rain'- she noted the date and time, the place and the weather. She made a rough sketch, using shorthand for her notes about the bird's coloring, then raced back to the house, raspberry canes and brambles speckling bloody trails across her legs. In the field guide in the top drawer of her desk, she found him again: prothonotary warbler, 'prothonotary' for the clerks in the Roman Catholic Church who wore robes of a bright yellow. It made absolute sense to her that something so beautiful would be associated with God.
After that she spent countless days tromping through the woods, toting the drab knapsack filled with packages of partially crushed saltines, the bottles of juice, the bruised apples and half-melted candy bars, her miniature binoculars slung across one shoulder. She taught herself how to be patient, how to master the boredom that often accompanied careful observation. She taught herself how to look for what didn't want to be seen.”
Source: The Gravity of Birds
“She'd loved Mada Vittora once. A twisted, misunderstood love, but even the cruelest forms of love were never lost without heartache.”
Source: Grim Lovelies
“She’d made her choice when he asked for her hand and she’d offered it without question. Once he touched her, she knew she was his. Afterward, he had always been there in the shadows, like a ghost who would not leave. And now the ghost had decided that he wanted her.”
Source: Gabriel's Inferno
“She'd made him watch every Alien movie. Most of the goriest scenes were accompanied by his dialogue: 'Ach, that's no' - that's just no' right.... Bloody hell, this canna be right.”
Source: A Hunger Like No Other
“She'd made life poignant for the Irish. The terror she inspired gave peace its serenity; the pain she caused gave health its lustre; her failure to love made me grateful for my ability to do so, and I realized, far too late, that though I never did or could have loved her as she might have wished, I should have loved her more.”
Source: Hunted
“She'd make all the ingredients individually for her kimchi-jjigae," he went on. "Anchovy stock. Her own kimchi, which made the cellar smell like garlic and red pepper all the time. The pork shoulder simmering away. And when she'd mix it all together..." He trailed off, tipping his head back against the seat. It was the first movement he'd made over the course of his speaking; his hands rested still by his sides. "It was everything. Salty, sour, briny, rich, and just a tiny bit sweet from the sesame oil. I've been trying to make it for years, and mine has never turned out like hers."
My anxiety manifestation popped up out of nowhere, hovering invisibly over one off Luke's shoulders. The boy doesn't know that the secret ingredient in every grandma's dish is love. He needs some more love in his life, said Grandma Ruth, eyeing me beadily. Maybe yours. Is he Jewish?
I shook my head, banishing her back to the ether. "I get the feeling," I said. "I can make a mean matzah ball soup, with truffles and homemade broth boiled for hours from the most expensive free-range chickens, and somehow it never tastes as good as the soup my grandma would whip up out of canned broth and frozen vegetables."
Damn straight, Grandma Ruth said smugly.
Didn't I just banish you? I thought, but it was no use.
"So is that the best thing you've ever eaten?" Luke asked. "Your grandma's matzah ball soup?"
I shook my head. I opened my mouth, about to tell him about Julie Chee's grilled cheese with kimchi and bacon and how it hadn't just tasted of tart, sour kimchi and crunchy, smoky bacon and rich, melted cheese but also belonging and bedazzlement and all these feelings that didn't have names, like the dizzy, accomplished feeling you'd get after a Saturday night dinner rush when you were a little drunk but not a lot drunk because you had to wake up in time for Sunday brunch service, but then everything that happened with Derek and the Green Onion kind of changed how I felt about it. Painted over it with colors just a tiny bit off.
So instead I told him about a meal I'd had in Lima, Peru, after backpacking up and down Machu Picchu. "Olive tofu with octopus, which you wouldn't think to put together, or at least I wouldn't have," I said. The olive tofu had been soft and almost impossibly creamy, tasting cleanly of olives, and the octopus had been meaty and crispy charred on the outside, soft on the inside.”
Source: Sadie on a Plate
“She'd managed, in a very short period of time, to slip under his guard and get inside him. There was something very valiant about her.”
Source: Leopard's Run
“She'd meant, 'When you understand that when the Empire commands, I can't say no.' She'd meant, 'When you understand that there's no room for me to mean yes, even if I want to.' She'd meant, 'You don't understand that there's no such thing as being free.' Free to choose, or free otherwise.”
Source: A Desolation Called Peace
“She'd never admit it out loud, but she knew what happened to men who went to war. Even if he came back physically unharmed, he'd never be the same. War broke people.”
Source: On Isabella Street
“She'd never been all that afraid of getting hurt, or dying. It had always been her own abilities, her capacity for solving a puzzle, for getting a job done at any cost. She was terrified of what she could do if she tried.
Charlie had been walking away from herself her whole life.”
Source: Book of Night
“She’d never been any kind of camper, never had been good at relieving a full bladder on a whim. Never had quite figured out that squat; it seemed like she’d always wet her right foot.”
Source: A Virgin River Christmas
“She'd never been anything other than absolutely professional with him. Always in a good mood, the calm in the center of every storm. And there had been many. He could depend on her to be consistently cool, competent, and focused. Aside from her rather amazing talent, the way she handled the day-to-day chaos of the kitchen with such smooth aplomb was the thing he'd admired most about her. He'd been convinced that bombs could be going off, and she'd been steadily working away with that quiet smile of hers, truly content, as if she existed inside her own personal sunbeam.
To him, she'd been the perennial Snow White, kind to one and all, always making life easier for those around her.”
Source: Sugar Rush
“She’d never been on board a ship like this one. A real starship worthy of the name, where everything from the reinforced hull to the sophisticated instrumentation created a sense of presence, of consequentiality. When a vessel of this ilk cut a swath through the void, the void noticed.
But Nicolette Hinotori had once commanded a generation ship, which meant buried in Nika’s core operating system was knowledge about the operation of such vessels.
She stood in the center of the bridge, closed her eyes and asked herself a question. Results flooded her mind, and she hurriedly initiated a sort-and-prioritize algorithm to impose order on them.
Then she gazed around the bridge with new eyes.”
Source: Of A Darker Void
“She'd never been one to think in terms of years, anyway. A person was what they were, and many a man at forty was sixty in his ways and many another was twenty and would never grow past it.”
Source: Ride the Dark Trail
“She'd never been thanked, let alone HUGGED, after telling a lie. But maybe she hadn't lied at all. Maybe it wasn't lying as much as it was applying some imagination. Looking at something from a different angle. That wasn't such a bad thing.”
Source: Aru Shah and the End of Time