S Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with S. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“She goes through the vale of death alone, each time a babe is born. As it is the right neither of man nor the state to coerce her into this ordeal, so it is her right to decide whether she will endure it.”
Source: Woman and the New Race
“She goes to Frederick's of Hollywood at the mall and purchases an explicit lingerie outfit so sheer that you could read an appliance warranty through it in an unlit closet.”
Source: Dave Barry Turns Forty
“She goes very still and I can count on one hand all the times we’ve been here before, standing at the precipice of almost and staring down into the abyss of what-if.”
Source: The Night Has Claws
“She goes where she pleases. She appears unhoped for, uncalled for. She moves through doors and walls and windows. Her thoughts move through minds. She enters dreams. She vanishes and is still there. She knows the future and sees through flesh. She is not afraid of anything.”
Source: The Moth Diaries
“She got a mud pack and looked great for two days. Then the mud fell off”
“she got a reputation for an easy smile and a sharp tongue, and using one to balance the other, she seemed friendly but distant”
Source: Bastard Out of Carolina: A Novel
“She got dressed at the side of the pool, schooled her limp into a rolling gait and headed for the hall.”
Source: Brede: An erotic fairy tale
“She got her looks from her father. He's a plastic surgeon.”
“She got herself a cup of coffee and watched the setting sun from the corner of her eyes leaning against his back. The diamond ring shone in her navel like a chandelier of hope.”
Source: Safa Tempo: Poems New & Selected
“She got icing all over her face. I think that's why I like her. For the good stuff, she's willing to get icing all over her face. Who wouldn't want a girl like that?”
“She got injun fire in her blood, as I hear tell it, and it seem to me Lucy about ripe to snap a crack in that jumping bean she call a head.”
Source: The Hands of God: A Short Story
“She got off the train, thinking that she never felt really human until she reached Harlem and thus got away from the hostility in the eyes of the white women who stared at her on the downtown streets and in the subway. Escaped from the openly appraising looks of the white men whose eyes seemed to go through her clothing to her long brown legs. On the trains their eyes came at her furtively from behind newspapers, or half-concealed under hatbrims or partly shielded by their hands. And there was a warm, moist look about their eyes that made her want to run.
These other folks feel the same way, she thought—that once they are freed from the contempt in the eyes of the downtown world, they instantly become individuals. Up here they are no longer creatures labeled simply 'colored' and therefore all alike. She noticed that once the crowd walked the length of the platform and started up the stairs toward the street, it expanded in size. The same people who had made themselves small on the train, even on the platform, suddenly grew so large they could hardly get up the stairs to the street together. She reached the street at the very end of the crowd and stood watching them as they scattered in all directions, laughing and talking to each other.”
Source: The Street
“She got on with her education. In her opinion, school kept on trying to interfere with it.”
Source: Soul Music: (Discworld Novel 16)
“She got really mad a month ago, because she had e-mailed me a naked picture of herself - which is a nice thing to do - but then I messed up, and I accidentally forwarded that e-mail to both of my parents. Now, my girlfriend is furious, mortified, but I don't even care, 'cause now I have to call up my mother and say 'Mom, I am so sorry - that picture was just for dad.'”
“She got the feeling that as long as she was with Alex, she was going to have to get used to orgasming a lot more often than she had in the past.
It was something she thought she could handle.”
Source: Wolf Unleashed
“She got the feeling that she might drown in gender fluids if she stepped inside, or that her own gender, not all that solid to begin with, might deliquesce like fungi and stain the pink counter stool, but that it might be good for her, just what she needed. She stared at the bright fruit painted on the side of the building and wondered if she should cut her bangs.”
Source: Big Swiss
“She Got The Gold Mine, I Got the Shaft.”
“She got the magazine on a Wednesday morning, and on Thursday announced our marriage was over.”
“She got the way to move me, Cherry, she got the way to groove me.”
“She got tipsy on pinot noir and ate too much of her pesto angel hair with blackened chicken-- now, at the door to the room, she's regretting it. She feels nauseous from the wine, and she knows her breath is bad from the garlic.
Tom doesn't seem to notice; he's calm and a little giddy and keeps passing a hand over her ass, up under her dress. She wants to feel sexy; but she just can't, not with the thought of her dinner or her certainty that she has pesto in her teeth. Italian places are romantic in theory, but the pasta and the garlic and the rich sauces and filling wines are not conducive to carrying the romance past dinner.”
Source: The Ingredients of Us
“She got tired of herself. She got tired of not being able to say what she wanted or do what she wanted or even want what she wanted.”
Source: The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants Complete Collection
“She got to go to heaven four days early.”
“She got to her feet and tucked her fingers into her armpits to warm them, glaring at Briar and Parahan as she walked over to the mules. It wasn't fair that men didn't have to twist themselves into knots to pee!”
Source: Battle Magic
“She got to you, too, huh?" I said, sliding onto the bench seat across from him. "Actually, I called her." Luca grinned. "I'm vomiting from a possible case of food poisoning. You?" "Sudden onset menstruation." He nodded respectfully. "Classic." "Yeah, but I should have gone for something more long-term. Yours will get you out of the whole afternoon. Ferris Bueller would be proud.”
“She got under the covers and put her arms around the bag. She could smell Tibby. It used to be she couldn't smell Tibby's smell in the way you couldn't smell your own; it was too familiar. But tonight she could. This was some living part of Tibby still here and she held on to it. There was more of Tibby with her here and now than in what she had seen in the cold basement room that day.”
Source: Sisterhood Everlasting (Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants): A Novel
“She got up and she sat down, plumping cushions, checking a clock for some invisible appointment.”
Source: Still Me
“She got up , walked around the table, and gave him a lingering hug, running her fingers through the back of his hair. She'd been finding more excuses to hug him lately.
"What was that for?" Dill asked.
"Because you looked like your heart stepped on a Lego.”
Source: The Serpent King
“She grabbed a shiny bottle of luck, wondering if it might taste better. The liquid inside was a sensational shade of green, but it tasted of grass and old celery.”
Source: Once Upon a Broken Heart
“She grabbed all her clothes from her wardrobe and flung them across the room, screaming her head off until she finally felt sane again. Perhaps tomorrow she would buy those cats. (Holly)”
Source: P.S. I Love You
“She ... grabbed her bra, clasping it and shoving her arms through.
"Ye harness your udders?" The man was insufferable.
"For your information, it's a bra - short for brassiere, something that wasn't invented until the twentieth century.”
Source: Rise of a Legend
“She grabbed her briefcase and took a step toward him. “You don’t have a last name?”
“Everyone has a last name.” His hand hovered in the air, waiting. He was forcing her to cross the marble floor to meet him, and like a Luna moth drawn to a midnight moon, she drifted toward him.
When she reached him, she took his hand and looked up into his face. “Is it Jones? Smith? Or Brown?”
His lips twitched. “None of the above.”
“And you won’t tell me?”
“It’s not necessary information.”
She tilted her head, studying his angular features. “You don’t look like an Adrian.”
His smile broadened. “Imagine that.”
“More like a Carlos, or a Juan, or a Diego.”
“Those are Hispanic names.”
“Aren’t you Hispanic?”
“I’m anything you want me to be.”
Source: The Fifth Favor
“She grabbed her jacket, although the weatherman had promised a return to seasonable temperatures. But given his record, she saw no reason to trust him. What other occupation got to retain their jobs when they were right only half the time?”
Source: Deadly Dreams
“She grabbed his arm. "Let it be, son!" she cried. "That child ain't hurt!" "Not hurt! You look into her eyes and tell me she ain't hurt!”
Source: Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry (Puffin Modern Classics)
“She grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, which effectively shut him up.”
“She grabbed me in a hug so ferocious, the love reached clean to my bones. She kissed the top of my head. "Truth is, you save me, child. You save me as sure as the sun rises.”
Source: Whistling Past the Graveyard
“She grabbed the dog by the backbone, trying to find a convenient way to hold him. You couldn't very well scruff an animal with no scruff.”
Source: Nettle & Bone
“She grabbed the half-filled bucket before Fisher could take a breathe, spun into a shadow and came out with an icy slash that sent Hunter's voice blooming. She flung the bucket at him and ran.
"You had mud on your chest and soap in your hair!" she shrieked laughing, dodging him. "Tag, you're it… and oh, yeah, by the way—pay back is a bitch!”
Source: Bite the Bullet
“She grabbed the mouse and scrolled down through the health files marked CONFIDENTIAL until she came to the one for Tianna Moore.
Her heart beat rapidly when she read her own name. She opened the file, then studied the information on the screen. Born 1986 in Los Angeles, California. Normal immunization records and illnesses. The last line surprised her. Habitual runaway. Paranoid tendencies. Recommend counseling at Children's Hospital.”
Source: The Lost One
“She grabbed the phone from the counter and dialed a number she convinced herself she had forgotten, a number for
a home from which she tried desperately to run. A silence ate at her through the earpiece.”
Source: Life Between Seconds
“She gracefully dances her way with a well-timed running man over to fetch your falsie but decides to merely tap it with the toe of her black stiletto behind a large, potted palm. And there it lays- that guilty little bitch.”
Source: 4 Friends & the Amazing Quest for Breasts: or simply said- The Boob Notebook
“She grappled his shoulder and pulled him closer; her nose in his neck and the memory-scent of her very first time; that sickly-sweet stench of day-old sweat and mall cologne... she wondered if he’d showered in the ten months since they last shared a bed.”
Source: Fallout Dreams
“She grasps for the ends of this elastic moment, but they disappear into the past and the future.”
Source: Cloud Atlas
“She grew in secret, away from their eyes. Outwardly she was obedient and loving, but inside she was feeding a hunger—”
Source: The Passion
“She grew more and more silent about what really mattered. She curled inside herself like one of those black chimney brushes, the little shellfish you see on the beach, and you touch them, and then go inside and don’t come out.”
“She grew not on the land so much as out of it, like cottonwoods and bear grass. Each fall a part of her collapsed and withered alongside the wildflowers and grapevines she loved and used for healing. Each spring some new part of her erupted just as the mallows and poppies did, spreading her toes like roots in the truth and sustenance of ground, while branching out to the rest of the living world and stretching upwards towards the light.”
“She grew up hard and she grew up fast, in the age of television.”
“She grew weary and took the hand of another. I couldn't write a single word for days, but then, I let the god complex unleashed. That's about when my writing skyrocketed, as the heartbreak jolted my brain into a hyper-publishing engine. I had all the time in the world, and enough pain to fuel my pen.”
Source: Iftar-e Insaniyat: The First Supper
“She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.”
“She grinned as she started across the carpet toward the bathroom... "I have been dreaming about that shower."
"This is going to be the dirtiest shower you've ever had."
"It better freaking be," she tossed over her shoulder.”
Source: Crazy Rich Cajuns
“She grinned at him and he quieted abruptly.”
Source: On the Chase