S Quotes
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“She held up her hands, warding us off. “I don’t want your pity,” she said ferociously. Her voice was raw, wild. We stood there helplessly. “You don’t understand.” She covered her face with her hands. “None of you do.”
“Genya—” David tried.
“Don’t you dare,” she said roughly, tears welling up again. “You never looked at me twice before I was like this, before I was broken. Now I’m just something for you to fix.”
I was desperate for words to soothe her, but before I could find any, David bunched up his shoulders and said, “I know metal.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” Genya cried.
David furrowed his brow. “I … I don’t understand half of what goes on around me. I don’t get jokes or sunsets or poetry, but I know metal.” His fingers flexed unconsciously as if he were physically grasping for words. “Beauty was your armor. Fragile stuff, all show. But what’s inside you? That’s steel. It’s brave and unbreakable. And it doesn’t need fixing.” He drew in a deep breath then awkwardly stepped forward. He took her face in his hands and kissed her.”
Source: Ruin and Rising
“She held up the book so Everly could see it. “It says it belongs to Erin Early.”
Everly’s eyes softened. “Erin Early was my grandmother. Those are all her recipes.”
Rowan felt a buzz filter through her, felt the electric charge shooting through her sister. Caraline flipped through the first few loose pages. “Potato soup. Soda bread. Hand pies. Dublin Coddle—"
“What’s Dublin Coddle?” Rowan asked.
Caraline skimmed the recipe, her brow furrowing. “It’s sort of like a stew, I think? Potatoes, onions, bacon, sausages, and beer slow-cooked together.”
Source: House of Spells and Secrets
“She held up three hangers inside a vinyl garment bag and hooked them sideways on the coatrack to unzip. "Raw silk. Vintage. Sort of a purple-black."
"Aubergine," he declared and cracked the opening wider.
"I love a man who can make colors sound dirty." She grinned.
"Cross-dyed." He wondered if Trip had helped pick this out, if he'd seen her model it and convinced her to splurge. "Great suit."
"I gotta stand next to J.R. Ward. Feel me?" She fluttered her short nails at him. "Baby, I went and bought a pair of Givenchy boots I cannot even afford because the Warden is gonna be there in full effect, and you know what that means!"
He didn't really, but he got the gist. "So you want nighttime for daytime."
"Extra vampy, hold the trampy. Like, more Lust For Dracula than Breaking Dawn." Rina squeezed her shoulders together to amp her cleavage. "If I'm hauling the girls out, no way can I do sparkly anorexia.”
Source: Bad Idea
“She: Hello. I am a big fan of yours, Mr. Writer.
He: Do you seriously like reading my words?
She: I won't tell a lie to you. From the day I started reading your words, they connected with a deeper part of my soul.
He: This is so amazing to hear. Glad my words could make you feel something.
She: I have anxiety issues. I usually cannot sleep untill 3am most nights. So, I stay up late in the night and stalk you. That's when I spend time reading your words and checking your posts. They mean a lot to me. I am obsessively in love with your words.
He: Wow! Just Fantastic. I am elated to meet you.
She: And I am ecstatic to meet you. I have been following you from the past five years. I have come here to this city, specially to meet you.”
“She: Hello. I am a big fan of yours, Mr. Writer.
He: Hello. Do you seriously like reading my words?
She: I won't tell a lie to you. From the day I started reading your words, they connected with a deeper part of my soul.
He: This is so amazing to hear. Glad my words could make you feel something.
She: I have anxiety issues. I usually cannot sleep untill 3 am most nights. So, I stay up late in the night and stalk you. That's when I spend time reading your words and checking your posts. They mean a lot to me. I am obsessively in love with your words.
He: Wow! Just Fantastic. I am elated to meet you.
She: And I am ecstatic to meet you. I have been following you from the past five years. I have come here to this city, specially to meet you.”
“She helped the hunter with the cooking as a husband helps his wife: when he had gone out to hunt and left something to stew, she would take the pot off the fire. But she never knew when to take it off; sometimes it was cooked to pieces, and she never got it right except by accident. But when the accident happened the hunter would laugh and say, "You're as good a cook as my mother!" After all, why should he want her to keep house? If you have a seal that could talk, would you want it to sweep the floor?”
Source: The Animal Family
“She [her childhood self] would be proud she escaped the narrative she had been force-fed her entire life. —Cecilia, twenty-five, married”
Source: The Childfree Guide to Life and Money: Make Your Finances Simple So Your Life Without Kids Can Be Amazing
“She... her... He couldn't hold on to her name... it kept darting away from him... but he was aware of her soft presence, her voice like honey, her hands bestowing cool, sweet calm on his tortured body.
But for all her softness, there was steel in her. She was unrelenting when it came time to dose him with medicines he didn't want. She made him sip water or broth despite his struggles to keep anything down. There was no bloody refusing her. This was a woman who would keep him anchored safely to the earth, to life, with the force of her will.
During the worst of it, when Keir was maddened by suffocating heat, and every breath felt like someone was stabbing a peat knife into his chest, the woman packed ice around him, or bathed him all over with cool cloths. It mortified and infuriated him to lie there helpless and naked as a wee bairnie while she took care of his intimate needs, but he was too damned sick to do anything for himself. He needed her, both the softness and the steel.”
Source: Devil in Disguise
“She herself, as she had said, was oddly enjoying the snowy night. She had seldom had reason to be abroad in such weather at night, and she had forgotten, or never noticed, how clear the sky was or how brightly the stars twinkled down. They might have been the only ones alive in the whole world, for it was deadly still, the eerie light giving the night almost a magical quality. Everyday items were rendered mysterious and beautiful by their layer of white, and the only sounds were those they made, of creaking leather and the crisp squeak of snow underfoot.”
Source: The Great Lady Tony
“She herself asked for nothing, but her sex made its demands like a sunflower germinating in a tomb.”
Source: The Hour of the Star
“She herself had given up washing long ago, and besides, people no longer believed in stale urine, either for one purpose or another.”
Source: Independent People
“She herself had never been able to be altogether herself: it had been denied her.”
Source: Lady Chatterley's Lover and A Propos of 'Lady Chatterley's Lover'
“She, herself, had only been in love once and it ended worse than a train wreck would, and she hated herself for what she had become because of it. Because of her ex-boyfriend, she didn’t trust easily, she didn’t date as much anymore, and she found herself not believing in love anymore. She told herself that after him, she was never going to put her heart through love again.”
Source: Where We Belong
“She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man’s land between life and death, sleeping and waking.”
Source: The Lady of the House of Love
“She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. from "The Lady of the Haunted House”
“She herself threw other girls on the metaphorical and even physical pyre. I should be used to it now, the way women sometimes betray other women, the way they align themselves with men, if only to guarantee their own safety, such as it is, but I can't fathom it.”
Source: The Merciless Ones
“She hesitate. When he still didn't move, Scarlet leaned forward and kissed him. Softly. Just once.
Barely able to breathe around her hammering heart, Scarlet drew back enough for warm air to slip between them, and Wolf dissolved before her, a resigned sigh brushing against her mouth.
The he was pulling her toward him and bundling her up in his arms. Scarlet gasped as Wolf buried on hand into her mess of curls and kissed her back.”
Source: Scarlet
“She hesitated, biting her lip—a fleeting gesture that sent my heart into a full-on Immelmann turn. 'I would’ve been here sooner, but I ran into a couple of friends on my way down from sixth-period English,' she said apologetically, her tone tinged with sincerity.
'That’s okay,' I replied, perhaps too quickly. 'You don’t need to explain. I’m just… glad you’re here.' I tried to sound casual, as if my emotions weren’t a live wire humming just beneath the surface. 'We’re just gonna practice singing a song.”
Source: Reunion: Coda: Book 2 of the Reunion Duology
“She hesitated, wiping her hands off on her apron. “I’m not sure if I’ll be here when you get back. This place is a little—it’s a little much for me.”
She didn’t have to tell him how it was. He had lived here for years, in a house that wanted to be silent until the silence was broken by a certain step and a certain voice, in a house holding its breath for someone’s return. If anyone held their breath long enough, they were dead.”
Source: The Turn of the Story
“She hesitated, then reached out to Jared in her mind, and uncertainty washed away in the wave of reassurance she got back.”
Source: Unspoken (The Lynburn Legacy Book 1)
“She hesitates for a moment, then lowers my boxers, pulls out my rock-hard
cock, and cradles it gently in her hand. Like she's making sure of something, the
way a doctor takes a pulse. With her soft hand touching me, I feel something--a
stray thought, maybe--spring up in my crotch.”
“She hid this part of herself, the part that lay down in the shower and sobbed and tried to make the world make sense and couldn't.”
Source: Adelaide
“She hissed, right there behind my ear, and I had the horrible idea she was spitting maggots into my hair. Why maggots were a problem when I was about to be dead, I didn’t know, but the idea completely grossed me out. “In the womb I heard you die, for no one lives when a banshee cries.” I wasn’t just going to die. I was going to be rhymed to death. That simply wasn’t fair.”
“She hitches up onto the bed, her fraying denimed legs dangling from crossed knees. “You know I know you like to watch.”
I reach her. Uncross those legs. “I do.”
“So watch.”
Source: The Becoming of Noah Shaw
“She holds a nation’s fate within her shaking hands. She wears a crown that never should’ve been hers.
A golden lie.
A dirty halo.”
Source: Dirty Halo
“She holds herself with such reserve. She smiles, but the smile doesn't reach her eyes, even in the company of the girls she's chosen to eat with. Why? I have no clue, and I really don't want to spend my time worrying about it. But my brain pushes at the question anyway. Why are people aloof? Because they don't want to let others in. Why don't they want to let others in? Well, sometimes because they're shy, and sometimes because they're convinced of their own superiority. But those aren't the only reasons. Sometimes it's because thay have something to hide.”
“She holds seeds of wishes
that are starting to bloom.”
Source: She'll Find the Sky: A Collection of Poems
“She holds the acceptance letter in her hand; the sweet smell of the bird cherry tree wafts in through the open kitchen window. Her mother's apron is covered in black and purple flowers. Maya shuts her eyes, breathes in the spicy aroma of bird cherry blossoms.”
Source: Pieces of Happiness
“She holds the fabric, threads running through her fingers, a quiet rhythm of time. Each patch, a piece of her, becomes moments sewn into the seams, stories stitched into the space between.
The jacket grows beneath her hands, a map of warmth and strength, woven by the quiet care of a woman who knows how to make something whole from fragments.”
“She holds the fabric,
threads running through her fingers,
a quiet rhythm of time.
Each patch, a piece of her,
moments sewn into the seams,
stories stitched into the space between.
The jacket grows beneath her hands,
a map of warmth and strength,
woven by the quiet care
of a woman who knows
how to make something whole
from fragments.”
“SHE holds the hand to help you in your First Step,
She is your First Teacher,
SHE holds your hand when You Fall Down,
SHE is the one who guides you in Life,
SHE hides you from all Trouble,
SHE is sometime Mentor,
SHE even nurses you when you Fall ill,
SHE gives you the confidence,
SHE never give False Appreciation,
SHE is the one who will scold you the most on your mistake,
She is the one who even Fight for you when you are right,
SHE is the one who believes in you when others do not,
SHE is the one who Loves you even if You don't love her,
SHE is the one who gave you LIFE,
Do You know Who is 'SHE'??
'SHE' is Mother your own MOM...”
“She holds up a finger. "I'm getting to it. Don't rush a girl in the middle of her exposition.”
Source: Going Bovine
“She holds you like a whore in the night, but she'll take your soul and not think twice.”
Source: The Black Witch
“She holstered her weapon, raising the hem of her skirts and stepping lightly around the dead bodies.”
Source: Mechanized Masterpieces: a Steampunk Anthology
“She honestly didn’t think she could live in a world without him.”
“She…hoped. And hope was dangerous. Hope was the most vicious evil of them all, the thing that had managed to thrive in Pandora’s box among misery, and disease, and sadness—and what could endure alongside others with such teeth if it didn’t have ghastly claws of its own?”
Source: These Violent Delights
“She hoped Dad would have liked this burger.
No, she knew he would have.
Even if he would have raised an eyebrow at her choice of cheese.
American cheese was specifically engineered to melt, Ro, he used to say. Rosie grinned at the memory, remembering how it felt to stand barefoot in the grass in their backyard, hands on her hips, asking her father to use some other kind of cheese as he manned the grill. And maybe American cheese did melt really well. But she'd never been a Kraft Singles kind of girl. And she knew that Dad had loved that about her, too. Just like he'd loved everything about her.”
Source: Love à la Mode
“She hoped he could move on one day and find happiness. He had the luxury to try. She hoped he would succeed.
Be happy for the both of us.
As it was, she would never forget him. The memory of their time together she will cherish always, even as it eats away at her sanity.”
Source: Demon Possession
“She hoped he was running to his red deer woman, and that when he tapped on the door of her heart, she'd open it wide and let him in.”
Source: Medicine Road
“She hoped her words rang true about her lost daughter Sarai as well, whom she hadn’t seen in over eighteen years, though she still thought about her every day and still prayed for a kind word from her. Or even a cranky one.”
Source: TREE OF LIVES: My rocky path out of the Wildwoods
“She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! Alas! She must confess to herself that she was not wise yet.”
Source: Northanger abbey [followed by] Persuasion
“She hopes for nothing except fine weather and a resolution. She wants to end properly, like a good sentence.”
“She hopes she might convince her sea monster that she will not abandon her.”
Source: The Luminous Sea
“She hovered beside Kirsty and dropped a kiss on her cheek. Fluffy nuzzled against her human friend, too. Then they did the same to Rachel.
“Thank you both for helping me find Fluffy,” Elodie said. “You’re wonderful.”
Source: Elodie the Lamb Fairy
“She hovered, her fine-boned face and slender form revealed in the low light of the fire. Her hair was the pale blond hue of moon glow, her eyes the soft, silvery blue of a mist-shrouded lake. Dusted pink as new blush roses, the color of her lips and cheeks gleamed against the creamy whiteness of her skin.
For a second he wondered if she was a phantom brought on by too much drink, her ethereal beauty more in keeping with a faerie story than reality.”
Source: Tempted by His Kiss
“She: How do I look
He: Not mine”
Source: Puppet
“She huddled against his bare chest, greedily absorbing the heat and scent of him. "Oh, this is dreadful."
"Why dreadful?" he asked, smoothing and playing with her curls, his thumb venturing to her temple and grazing the fragile spot.
"Because sometimes it's better not to know what one is missing."
"Sweet," he whispered, and stole a kiss from her lips. "Sweet... let me stay with you a little longer.”
Source: Suddenly You
“She huffed at me, “That I knew you were here. It’s a coincidence. I mean, of course you would follow me, right? I ran out of the room in a fit! What are you, a boy scout?”
She laughed, “Am I your next badge? The ‘Save Skye Martin from herself’ badge?” she finished in a disgusted voice, as she came to stand in front of me.
I watched the myriad of expressions roll across her face: worry, confusion, fear - they were all there, as she stood toe-to-toe with me. When I didn’t answer her fast enough, she turned to walk away.
“Hey, Skye,” I called after her. “I’m not a boy scout.”
She turned, but kept on walking; shrugging her shoulders. “Yeah, so?”
I took a deep breath, and then I let her in on one of the many secrets I had.
“I’m not a boy scout, but I am here to save you…I’m a Guardian.”
Source: Never Let You Fall
“She hug me around my neck, say, "You're righter than Miss Taylor." I tear up then. My cup is spilling over. Those is new words to me.”
Source: The Help
“She hugged her daughter close and closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of her hair and the dog and fabric conditioner and childhood, and she hoped the wonder of it would help keep her there.”
Source: The Midnight Library