S Quotes
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“She found it hard to ignore the uncomfortable feelings that emerged or the delicious smell of him, all earth and amber. Her hand twitched with the desire to run her fingers through his rust-red hair.”
Source: Of Tinkers and Technomancers
“She found it sort of amusing. There was a time when she never would have thought to date a cop. She could not imagine how it would be having to worry every day or night and wonder if her boyfriend would get shot or killed in the line of duty. Yet, here she was lying in bed with one that she only knew for a weekend during the Zombie Apocalypse.
Of course, she had a new fear. Would he get infected or killed by zombies. In a way, that also seemed funny to her. It’s something she never dreamed she’d have to worry about.”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel
“She found Jamie standing on that corner, probably one of the most civilized street corners in the whole world, consulting a compass and announcing that when they turned left, they would be heading 'due northwest.' Claudia was tired and cold at the tips; her fingers, her toes, her nose were all cold while the rest of her was perspiring under the weight of her winter clothes. She never liked feeling either very hot or very cold, and she hated feeling both at the same time. 'Head due northwest. Head due northwest,' she mimicked. 'Can't you simply say turn right or turn left as everyone else does? Who do you think you are? Daniel Boone? I'll bet no one's used a compass in Manhattan since Henry Hudson.”
Source: From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler
“She found out that having something to do prevented you from feeling seasick, and that even a job like scrubbing a deck could be satisfying, if it was done in a seamanlike way. She was very taken with this notion, and later on she folded the blankets on her bunk in a seamanlike way, and put her possessions in the closet in a seamanlike way, and used 'stow' instead of 'tidy' for the process of doing so. After two days at sea, Lyra decided that this was the life for her.”
“She found pleasure in memories, as an old woman might have done.”
Source: After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie
“She found she had become two different people. Each one spoke differently, dressed differently, and ate different things, laughed at different jokes, had different interests. If one had met the other, they probably wouldn't have liked each other.”
Source: Special
“She found she no longer minded that the stories would linger. That some enjoyed them and others did not but that is the nature of a story. Not all stories speak to all listeners , but all listeners can find a story that does, somewhere, sometime. In one form or another.”
“She found that the standard breakfast in Willstown was half a pound of steak with two fried eggs on top of it; she surprised Annie very much by asking for one fried egg and no steak. "Breakfast is steak and eggs," Annie explained patiently to the queer English girl.
"I know it is," said Jean, "But I don't want the steak."
"Well you don't have to eat it." The girl was obviously puzzled.
"Could I have one fried egg and no steak?' asked Jean.
"You mean, just one fried egg on a plate by itself?"
"That's right."
Food conservation in Willstown was evidently quite a new idea. "I'll ask Mrs Connor," said Annie. She came back from the kitchen with a steak with two fried eggs on top. "We've only got the one breakfast." she explained. Jean gave up the struggle.”
Source: A Town Like Alice
“She found the book tucked at the edge of a shelf in the room where she sleeps, and it is thick with pages and words and characters, and reading helps Jinhua to remember and it helps her to forget--and it has been such a long, long time since she has held a book in her hands. When she is not reading Jinhua is sad...”
Source: The Courtesan
“She found the perfect black dress: a little too short and a little too tight. No one would suspect she was an elementary school teacher.”
Source: Wanted: An Honest Man
“She freshens me up above a bit. Who'd ha thought that face - as bright and as strong as the angel I dream of - could have known the sorrow she speaks on? I wonder how she'll sin. All on us must sing.”
“She frowned, and the effect was so pretty he wondered if he was going mad. Why did he find this cranky, kooky woman so damned appealing? He knew for a fact he could go out tonight and drag home some hot, willing chick who would stroke his ego and never argue with him about anything. He closed his eyes and remembered just how good that felt. Willing women; god bless them.”
Source: Numbered
“She frowned at him and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “You’re pretty damned stubborn, aren’t you?”
He thought that was evident and not worth answering, so he just let himself disappear into her eyes. She had beautiful eyes. He loved how liquid and soft they were. She started to move away and he caught her arm. “Don’t go.”
“I don’t like people touching me.”
He should have let go of her, but instead he rubbed the pads of his fingers up and down her bare arm. Her shirt was still half buttoned, and he was tempted to stroke her flat belly just to know the texture of her.
“I don’t like it either,” he said. And it was true. Funny. He’d never admitted that to anyone. It didn’t particularly matter, he did what had to be done, but he didn’t like it— maybe not in the same way she meant. His was a matter of personal space, a natural avoidance of closeness with others. But Rikki . . . He studied her face. “I don’t think my touch bothers you that much.”
She blinked. She rarely blinked, but he’d struck home. She compressed her lips and then narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re pretty arrogant for a man who can’t move with a pile of weapons sitting next to him.”
“You have such a penchant for violence.”
She looked outraged. “I do? You’re the one being hostile. I’m Mother Teresa here. And I don’t like sick people.”
“Do you like anyone?” Amusement was creeping in again. He was beginning to like the feeling. “Anything?”
“Not particularly.”
Source: Water Bound
“She frowned at him. "Not every man thinks constantly of... of..."
Darach grinned. "Aye, they do, demoiselle. Every man, from the time he is about ten until the day he dies, thinks frequently of that.”
Source: His Stolen Bride
“She frowned at him. "That sounds vaguely like a threat." "It's not vague and it's not a threat. It's clearly blackmail.”
Source: Brighid's Quest
“She frowned at him. 'You are in love with solitude.' 'Is there a better cure for the world than solitude?”
“She frowned at me. "You need some rest. You look like hell. And you're obviously tired enough to have gotten the giggles."
Wizards don't giggle," I said, hardly able to speak. "This is cackling.”
Source: Changes
“She frowned. “Did I do or say something yesterday that I should apologize for?”
“Not you cupcake,” said Graydon. “But apparently a lot of other people in the Tower have. Rune thinks we should rename it Melrose Place. I think Peyton Place has a more classic feel to it, don’t you?”
“Oh no,” she said. “You got the tablecloth away from Tricks.”
Rune grinned. “Not before the little shit bit me.”
Source: Dragon Bound
“She frowned down at what was left of her skirt before gathering the silvery fabric in her fists and tugging. The shreds of fabric tore away as she did, dissipating into the growing rose of the dawn. Clem let out a sudden, delighted laugh, making Sera jump.”
Source: The Ghost and the Real Girl
“She frowned. Then blurted, "Do you have other females?"
As if anyone could measure up to her? "No! Why do you ask?"
"We haven't layed together and you are a male with obvious... needs. Even now, your body has changed, hardening, growing big."
Crap. He'd tried to hide the erection, he really had. "Marissa-"
"Surely you need to be eased regularly. Your body is phearsom."
That didn't sound good. "What?"
"Potent and powerful. Worthy of entering a female."
Butch closed his eye, thinking Mr. Worthy was really rising to the occasion now.”
Source: Lover Revealed
“She frowned."You're not very friendly." I let out a short laugh."What?I'm not friendly to a ghost who floats into my house and starts touching me?Well,excuse my rudeness but this is a little disturbing.”
“She frowns a little — not in anger, but as a brave child frowns when he is trying not to cry.”
Source: A Room with a View
“She froze. Several silent moments passed between them. More than one stranger walked around their still figures. She tried to speak, but Quincy was mortified from feeling at such a severe disadvantage, something she had not felt since she was a little girl on the streets, a little girl in the foundling factory, a little girl who had sworn that she would never feel this way again.”
Source: The Q
“She froze with him, the beauty draining out of the moment, sliding down and away from her like warm water down a drain. She clutched at the warmth, at the joy she had experienced, but she could not hold it. Like all good things, it was not meant to last.”
Source: Love on a Midsummer Night
“She froze. He reached up and took her hand in his, pulling the knife away, making her drop it on the floor. "Show me how much you hate me," he whispered against her mouth. "Prove it to me.”
Source: Ice Storm
“She gasped again and opened blue eyes lit with erotic mischief. “Are you trying to steal the reins from me?”
Even with his penis buried deep within her, even moments from climax, he arched an eyebrow. “You have them only by my permission.”
Source: Thief of Shadows
“She gasped. In his eyes, in just a heartbeat or two, she saw herself for what she was: a creature of this broken world, herself bearing the burden of the breaking.”
Source: The Lost City: An Epic YA Fantasy Novel
“She gasped. “You know what your problem is? You don’t take yourself… or anything… seriously enough!”
She sat rigidly, her teeth and her buttocks clenched tight, nostrils flaring with each impassioned breath, tears burning the back of her eyelids. Was she really having this debate with Bruce Koczynski? A man she believed incapable of these intense opinions and complex ideas? She didn’t even know he had the vocabulary. It was utterly disorienting.”
“She gathered a stiff breath and forced out something she hoped might be what she believed she thought, or hoped she thought, or hoped he thought, or just something someone might have thought at some time when they were trying to make sense of something.”
Source: Original Bliss
“She gathered herself together. No one could describe the scorn of her expression or the contemptuous hatred she put into her answer.
"You men! You filthy dirty pigs! You're all the same, all of you. Pigs! Pigs!”
Source: The Trembling of a Leaf
“She gathered herself up- rather like collecting her skirts before mountibg a carriage”
Source: Heart's Blood
“She gathered herself up- rather like collecting her skirts before mounting a carriage”
Source: Heart's Blood
“She gathers my half of the blankets around her and curls up against the wall. She will sleep for hours more, dreaming endless landscapes and novas of colour both gorgeous and frightening. If I stayed she would wake up and describe them to me. All the mad plot twists and surrealist imagery, so vivid to her while so meaningless to me. There was a time when I treasured listening to her, when I found the commotion in her soul bitter-sweet and lovely, but I can no longer bear it.”
Source: Warm Bodies and The New Hunger: A Special 5th Anniversary Edition
“She gathers you close amidst the churning currents. Never doubt that I will always love you, she whispers, and she dives.
This time, there is no going up. No return to the surface. There’s a certain strange peace in that knowledge.
At least you won’t be alone, you tell yourself. Even if the only person who stays with you is your murderer, it is still better than dying by yourself. You do not resist as she bears you down, nor do you cry (no tears beneath the ocean, after all). Instead, you think of Baba, crouched over the kitchen table as he whispers, All things are transient because now you understand him, so perfectly well.
Darkness encroaches, still and quiet; the storm cannot touch these depths.
Pressure compresses your lungs and bursts in your ears and it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter at all. Your silence matches Sea Sister’s in this salt-tinged world she inhabits.
Then death arrives like a sudden breeze, and blows your spirit clean away.”
Source: The Girl with a Thousand Faces
“She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him.”
Source: The Book Thief: Enhanced Movie Tie-in Edition
“She gave a deprecating little chuckle. And if Nanny Ogg had been listening, she would have resolved as follows: that no maddened cackle from Black Aliss of infamous memory, no evil little giggle from some crazed vampyre whose morals were worse than his spelling, no side-splitting guffaw from the most inventive torturer, was quite so unnerving as a happy little chuckle from a Granny Weatherwax about to do what’s best.”
Source: Maskerade
“She gave a low and delighted chuckle. Her eyes were black as a moonless December night and reflected the electric lights like stars.”
Source: The Pearl Thief
“She gave her heart to Jethro and her body to the whole wide world.”
“She gave her husband such a night of sexual pleasure that his eyes followed her constantly after that, narrow and hot. He grew molten when she passed near other men, and at night they made their own shaking tent. They got teased too much and moved farther off, into the brush, into the nesting ground of shy and holy loons. There, no one could hear them. In solitude they made love until they became gaunt and hungry, pale windigos with aching eyes, tongues of flame.”
Source: The Antelope Wife
“She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes.”
Source: Tell Me When I'm Dead
“She gave him a brief, mysterious smile. “You were watching me. I felt you before I saw you.”
So? This is a crime? he thought, determined not to retreat.
Did you study cultural physiology?
The eyes of Italian males are hardwired from birth to examine, observe, even caress, if you will, the female form. Any form. Some we glance at. Some we don’t really see, like our mothers and sisters. Some we ignore, and some we store as reference for the future. Got it?”
Source: Shared Sorrows
“She gave him a cold and enraged glare. 'You are so pathetic, you make me want to vomit.”
Source: Falling Kingdoms
“She gave him a double-birded salute, and he barked out a rusty laugh. I’m laughing. Me. When was the last time that had happened? He couldn’t remember. But she kept doing things to amuse him. Shock him, even. Like pulling out a sword and expressing a very real fear about zombies. Zombies.”
Source: The One You Want
“She gave him a smile that crinkled her nose and tip-tilted her eyes. It made him a wee bit dizzy, that smile. It fed sunshine into his veins. He was dazzled by her, thinking she could have been some mythical creature. A fairy or even a goddess. Not some coldly aloof and perfect goddess... but a small and merry one.”
Source: Devil in Disguise
“She gave him a wan smile. "And then you came, Eragon. You and Saphira. After hope had deserted me and I was about to be taken to Galbatorix in Uru'baen, a Rider appeared to rescue me. A rider and a dragon!" "And Morzan's son," he said. "Both of Morzan's sons." "Describe it how you will, it was such an improbable rescue, I occasionally think that I did go mad and that I've imagined everything since.”
“She gave him her warmth, her affection, every tender thought and emotion of her soul. She spoke everything she felt for him without words.”
Source: Garden of the Midnights
“She gave him such a look... Man oh man, if looks could kill. That one might have totalled a city block.”
“She gave his hand a small squeeze. "Jason, if we're going to try this then I'd like to
take things slow." He frowned. "What I mean is nothing beyond the level we were at
last night." She worried her lip between her teeth. "What I mean is no actual sex."
He narrowed his eyes on her. "But, you'll still sleep with me naked and let me do a
hundred other naughty things to you?" he asked in a serious tone.
"Yes."
He brushed his lips against hers again and moved back a few inches to look into her
eyes. "And you'll still cook for me and call me Master?"
Her lips twitched. "Yes to the cooking and not a chance in hell for the other."
He sighed wearily. "Fine, how about Lord and Master?"
"Uh...no."
"God?"
"Nope."
"My liege?"
"Wait.....no."
He gave her one of his lopsided smiles. "I'll wear you down eventually.”
Source: Playing for Keeps
“She gave it a shot' was how she planned to euphemize the five-year detour: to her therapist, to curious friends, to herself. Had she been younger, there would have been wailing for the lost years, but by now she knew that all things were necessary and vital in life's convoluted scaffolding.”
Source: The Quiet Ones
“She gave me a false address, took off with my American Express, sunspot baby, sure had me way out guessed.”