S Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with S. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“She felt the cold blast from the sterile air conditioning on her bare arms and thighs, as she ambled down the center of the shopping complex's ground floor.
The scene was a swirl of candy bright lights--the Victoria's Secret fuchsia signboard, signboards which lured one to purchase "confidence," or "sexual appeal," or whatever it was that was being advertised--the fluorescent lights in each store, contrasting with the shiny, black-tiled walls and eye-catching speckled marble tiles on the ground.
One could lick the floor--the tiles were spotless, clean like the fake air she was breathing in, like the atoms and cells in her that were decaying in stale neglect.”
Source: Jack in the Box
“She felt the depth of her losses before they were realized, and she wondered, Is there still hope? Did she even dare hold on to such a tenuous thing as hope?”
Source: Upon Destiny's Song
“She felt the electric thrill of contact, the very tip of his tongue touching hers, and an exquisite heat exploded from the center of her womb. For an instant she thought her innards would simply melt out of her pussy and run down her thighs, so intense was the rush.”
“She felt the essence of herself pulled finer and smaller like those streams of spun glass that pull and stretch till there remains but a glimmering illusion. Neither falling nor breaking, the stream spins finer. She felt herself very small and ecstatic. Alabama was in love.”
Source: Save Me the Waltz: A Novel
“She felt the familiar calmness of an emergency, but she understood the falseness of that feeling, now that it was her life at stake.”
Source: Cutting for Stone
“She felt the glide of his hair as he lowered his head to study the zipper on her skirt. Her
imagination supplied other places his hair could touch, and she drew in her breath.
He carefully pulled down the zipper, then pulled it back up. After several up and down
forays, Kathy grew impatient:
"Hello? Have I lost you to a zipper?" Darn. She must sound like every greedy woman
who'd ever lain with him.
His soft chuckle reassured her. " 'Tis a long night, lass, and the waiting willna hurt ye.
These metal teeth are wondrous things.”
Source: The Pleasure Master
“She felt the intimate loss of who she was meant to become.”
“She felt the loss of Willoughby's character yet more heavily than she had felt the loss of his heart.”
Source: Sense and Sensibility
“She felt the profound loneliness emanating from it.”
Source: The Midnight Library
“she felt the same deep connection he did. It had always been there and it seemed that the time spent apart had done nothing to snuff it.”
“She felt the smile turn the corners of her lips upward and placed her hand flat on his chest, just above his heart.
“That’s yours now, babe,” Jason whispered, kissing her forehead. “Be careful with it, OK?”
Source: The Shoreline
“She felt the urge to tell him more, to explain about the abortions she had done after the war, and that she hadn’t realised until later, much later, that she had racked up a debt she was still struggling to repay. How could he know – he was just a soldier, he had killed as a matter of principle, but the war babies, the children of rape, had been left to junior doctors, the volunteers in ragged tents on the outskirts of town.”
Source: The Good Muslim
“She felt time in the lean muscles in her thighs and rounded bottom when she pushed herself off the ground. She felt time in the way her arms and legs pumped when she walked into the river, bathed herself in the cool reflected surface of the dark pool under the waterfall. Josephine felt the possibility of time the night she watched the couple bend, release, break, and come back together on the trunk of the hundred-year-old tree. -The Girl with Dragonfly Wings”
Source: The Gateway Review: A Journal of Magical Realism
“She felt trapped, but she didn't have to. The world is wide open and ready, waiting for us to escape this bubble and join it.”
Source: Losing Me, Finding You
“She felt unable to tell them she was grateful for the experience. She just smiled politely and did her best to avoid conversation.”
Source: The Midnight Library
“She felt uncomfortably warm in her pink snakeskin jacket. The wooden platforms with the neon-green straps and rhinestones were already starting to cramp her toes.”
Source: Into the Cold Fire
“She felt unpeeled and rather exposed. She felt almost improper.”
“She felt very old and mature and wise—which showed how young she was. She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of hope and illusion, and possessed an indefinable something that had passed away forever. Where was it now—the glory and the dream?”
Source: Anne of the Island
“She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged”
Source: Mrs. Dalloway
“She felt weak and utterly forlorn. She wished some help would come from outside. But in the whole world there was no help.”
Source: Lady Chatterley’s Lover
“She felt worthless and hollow. There was no hope of fixing this. And when hope is gone, time is punishment.”
Source: The Time Keeper
“She felt, as she felt so often with Murphy, spattered with words that went dead as soon as they sounded; each word obliterated, before it had time to make sense, by the word that came next; so that in the end she did not know what had been said. It was like difficult music heard for the first time.”
Source: I Can't Go On, I'll Go On: A Samuel Beckett Reader
“She felt, with her hand on the nursery door, that community of feeling with other people which emotion gives as if the walls of partition had become so thin that practically (the feeling was one of relief and happiness) it was all one stream.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)
“She felt... how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up with it and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach.”
Source: Selected Works of Virginia Woolf
“She fights and vanquishes in me, and I live and breathe in her, and I have life and being.”
“She figured if you weren't woman enough to carry your doughnuts with pride, you shouldn't be eating them.”
Source: Fearless: Fearless; Sam; Run
“She figured the oxidants would either be defeated or win decisively.”
Source: 21st Century Intolerant: A collection of short stories about the struggles of modern life, from the trivial to the terrifying.
“She filed the image away as an excellent and insulting question to ask the earl at an utterly inappropriate future moment.”
“She filled herself entirely with the molten dark.”
“she fills a dark and cold place within me as no one else has.”
“If it is still dark and cold when she is not with you, it is not truly filled.”
Source: Rage of a Demon King
“She finally had to admit she missed Hank. Hank and his beautiful dog face. Faithful hank, who was always by her side without grievance or judgement.Hank, who reminded her when it was time to eat and never let her sleep in.”
Source: And Then I Heard the Quiet
“She finally reached them, and bestowed a careful smile on him. “Up and at ‘em early this morning, Cowboy?” Her statement sounded normal but he caught the double meaning in her eyes.
After you launched me to the moon and back, more than once, in the early hours of the morning? You actually got the energy?”
Source: A Real Man: The Last Miracle
“She finally understood why the monsters in the Forest always seemed to smile. Beasts only bared their teeth as a warning before they attack.”
Source: Enchanted Forest
“She finds herself, by some miraculous feat, no longer standing in the old nursery but returned to the clearing in the woods. It is the 'green cathedral', the place she first kissed Jack all those weeks ago. The place where they laid out the stunned sparrowhawk, then watched it spring miraculously back to life.
All around, the smooth, grey trunks of ancient beech trees rise up from the walls of the room to tower over her, spreading their branches across the ceiling in a fan of tangled branches and leaves, paint and gold leaf cleverly combined to create the shimmering effect of a leafy canopy at its most dense and opulent. And yet it is not the clearing, not in any real or grounded sense, because instead of leaves, the trees taper up to a canopy of extraordinary feathers shimmering and spreading out like a peacock's tail across the ceiling, a hundred green, gold and sapphire eyes gazing down upon her. Jack's startling embellishments twist an otherwise literal interpretation of their woodland glade into a fantastical, dreamlike version of itself. Their green cathedral, more spectacular and beautiful than she could have ever imagined.
She moves closer to one of the trees and stretches out a hand, feeling instead of rough bark the smooth, cool surface of a wall. She can't help but smile. The trompe-l'oeil effect is dazzling and disorienting in equal measure. Even the window shutters and cornicing have been painted to maintain the illusion of the trees, while high above her head the glass dome set into the roof spills light as if it were the sun itself, pouring through the canopy of eyes. The only other light falls from the glass windowpanes above the window seat, still flanked by the old green velvet curtains, which somehow appear to blend seamlessly with the painted scene. The whole effect is eerie and unsettling. Lillian feels unbalanced, no longer sure what is real and what is not. It is like that book she read to Albie once- the one where the boy walks through the wardrobe into another world. That's what it feels like, she realizes: as if she has stepped into another realm, a place both fantastical and otherworldly.
It's not just the peacock-feather eyes that are staring at her. Her gaze finds other details: a shy muntjac deer peering out from the undergrowth, a squirrel, sitting high up in a tree holding a green nut between its paws, small birds flitting here and there. The tiniest details have been captured by Jack's brush: a silver spider's web, a creeping ladybird, a puffy white toadstool. The only thing missing is the sound of the leaf canopy rustling and the soft scuttle of insects moving across the forest floor.”
Source: The Peacock Summer
“She finds tales everywhere, in grains of sand she picks up from the garden, in puffs of smoke that drift out from the chimneys of the village, in fragments of smooth timber or glass in the jetsam. She will ask them, "Where did you come from? How did you get here?" And they will answer her in voices very like her own, but with new lilts and squeaks and splashes in them that show they are their own.”
“She finds this objectivity of hers, this clarity, almost more depressing than she can bear, not because there is anything hideous or repellant about this man but because he has now returned to the ordinary level, the level of things she can see, in all their amazing and complex particularity, but cannot touch.”
Source: Bluebeard's Egg
“She finished and we moved on to dresses. Deep reds, icy blues, minty greens, neutrals of all kinds, and even a few metallic shades. An overwhelming set of options that Heather quickly halved by shoving one of the racks at random into the hallway. In the end, we chose a soft pink two-piece. The top was lace with sweetheart bodice, the skirt had a high waist with more lace, and it flowed down to my ankles.”
Source: Dirty Lying Faeries
“She finished cleaning him off and then held her baby boy up high to behold this new wonder in his full glory. The brilliant glimmers dancing upon the restive sea as his halo and the winged legions to announce and to extol his arrival and the eternal tide rhythmically whispering of deeds long foreseen. The light and the song and the abiding heart. Creation in its purest form. It was to this divine ensemble that Isa lifted her voice to give name to the precious enigma that she knew would elevate the harmony of all things to realms transcendent.”
Source: The Subtle Cause
“She firmly believed that fears were best fought head-on. Courage being fear stuffed with hope and whatnot.”
Source: The Story Collector
“She firmly held the theory that everyone gets at least one very stupid superpower.”
Source: Girl at Sea
“She first peered into its fascinating cases of beetles and butterflies at the age of six, in the company of her father. She recalls her pity at each occupant pinned for display. It was no great leap to draw the same conclusion of ladies: similarly bound and trussed, pinned and contained, with the objective of being admired, in all their gaudy beauty.”
Source: The Gentlemen's Club
“She fit her hand around the curve of his whiskered jaw. “I’m sorry. But I knew you would not leave otherwise—”
“Damn right I would not have left,” he said gruffly. “Don’t you understand what you mean to me? You are everything. Never doubt that. My place is with you, only you.”
Source: Highlander Unmasked
“She fitted into my biggest arm-chair as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing arm-chairs tight about the hips that season”
“She fixed a smile that she hoped looked authentic. Pretending to be content continued to be hard work.”
Source: Lead Me Home
“She fixed me with her cold gray stare, and I realized what a terrible enemy Athena would make, ten times worse than Ares or Dionysus or maybe even my father. Athena would never give up. She would never do something rash or stupid just because she hated you, and if she made a plan to destroy you, it would not fail.”
Source: The Titan’s Curse
“She fixed me with her cold gray stare, and I realized what a terrible enemy Athena would make, ten times worse than Ares or Dionysus or maybe even my father. Athena would never give up. She would never do something rash or stupid just because she hated you, and if she made a plan to destroy you, it would not fail.
Natalie: Athena scares me! She would be a… If she becomes Percy’s enemy she would just destroy him, without a hint of remorse.”
Source: The Titan’s Curse
“She fixed things that were broken, and then began fixing things that weren't broken, or broke things so they could be fixed in ways no one understood or found particularly convenient.”
Source: Wollstonecraft
“She flailed in spinning darkness. Up and down blurred and warped, and she was drowning-
Spindly hands slammed into her chest, one wrapping around her throat as her back hit something soft and silty. The bottom.
No, she wouldn't end like this, helpless as she'd been that day against the Cauldron-
Lips and teeth collided with her mouth, and she screamed as the kelpie kissed her. His black tongue shoved into her mouth, tasting of foul meat.
For a heartbeat, she wasn't beneath the water, but against a woodpile in the human lands, Tomas's hard mouth crashing into hers, his hands pawing at her-
Nesta struggled to pull her head away, to free her mouth, but air filled her lungs. As if the kelpie had breathed into her. As if he wanted her alive a little longer, to prolong her pain.
The kelpie withdrew, and Nesta had enough sense to shut her aching, brutalised mouth, to trap in that breath he had given her. To not question how such a thing was even possible.
The kelpie's hands ripped at her body, tearing away every weapon with unerring aim, as if he did not need to see in this darkness, as if those large black eyes could pick up any trickle of light like some deep-sea creature. Her entire body went stiff and unmoving, each brutal touch entitled and furious and delighting in her fear.
When he had disarmed her, her lungs were burning again, and she felt that thin male body pushing her into the bottom once more as he shoved his mouth to hers.
She gagged, but opened for him, letting him fill her mouth with another life-giving breath that had nothing to do with kindness. His tongue wriggled like a worm against hers, and his spindly, too-large hands ran down her breasts, her waist, and when she gagged again, fighting against her sob, his laugh puffed through her lips.
He pulled away, rows of teeth ripping at her mouth as he did, and she shook when he lingered, stroking at her hair. His little prize- that was what the touch said. How he would make her suffer and beg before the end. She had escaped the monsters of the human realm only to find the same ones above the wall. Had escaped from Tomas only to wind up here, raging as she had then.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“She flapped her hands, anxious energy coursing through her. “How can you be so calm?”
He got to his feet, unfolding with an easy grace. He held out a hand, his dark eyes focused solemnly on hers. “Come with me.”
“For what?”
“That’s part of the lesson.” Was it her imagination, or did a twinkle of humor stir in those eyes? “Center yourself, and grab onto the here and now.”
That made no sense—what was he now, Sir Medieval Zen Master? But she slipped her hand into his strong, calloused one. He hauled her up until she bumped into his chest. With a finger under her chin, he tilted her face until she looked in his eyes.
“Listen to the world around you. Hear the birds? Hear the small animals scurrying? You are in this moment, this moment only, and sometimes that’s all you can do, all you can be.” His finger pulled away, brushing against her skin, and he tapped her nose, stepping away.”
Source: Must Love Chainmail
“She flashes me a smile so devastating that it could even make an atheist believe in God.”
Source: What My Girlfriend Doesn't Know