S Quotes
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“She hugged him and said, “Flowers and ravens,” because she wanted him to know she remembered.
Then she hugged Matthew and said, “My love,” because he was her favorite.
She said nothing at all to Declan, because he wasn’t there.”
Source: The Dream Thieves
“She hugged me and I could feel the heat rise in my face, either from shame or love, like there was a difference.”
“She hugs me. It's tentative at first, a little scared, and yes, a little repulsed, but then she melts into it. She rests her head against my cold neck and embraces me. Unable to believer what's happening, I put my arm around her and just hold her. I almost swear I can feel my heart thumping. But it must just be hers, pressed tightly against my chest.”
Source: Warm Bodies: A Novel
“She hummed to manage her demons. He drank to silence his”
Source: The Soulmatcher
“She hums. It must be unconscious. She never hums a full song, only a few notes. Sometimes the same three notes over and over. Sometimes just one note in different lengths, creating more of a beat than a tune, like she is scared of silence.”
Source: Okay Days
“She hung up and I set out the chess board. I filled a pipe, paraded the chessmen and inspected them for French shaves and loose buttons, and played a championship tournament game between Gortchakoff and Meninkin, seventy-two moves to a draw, a prize specimen of the irresistible force meeting the immovable object, a battle without armour, a war without blood, and as elaborate a waste of human intelligence as you could find anywhere outside an advertising agency.”
Source: The Long Goodbye: A Novel
“She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around.”
Source: The Works of John Keats: With an Introduction and Bibliography
“She hurried into a new spring evening dress of the frailest fairy blue. In the excitement of seeing herself in it, it seemed as if she had shed the old skin of winter and emerged a shining chrysalis with no stain; and going downstairs her feet fell softly just off the beat of the music from below. It was a tune from a play she had seen a week ago in New York, a tune with a future...”
Source: The Basil and Josephine Stories
“she hurriedly wipes her eyes so that he can see the girl he wishes.”
“She hurries out of the hammering rain into the puddled shelter of St Pancras. As arranged, he's waiting outside WH Smith, and her heart jerks like a bad dog on a lead.”
Source: A Particular Man
“she hurts me with her lies she cant look me in my eyes she already on the phone texting him while shes having lunch with me making plans for later to say "o he was just boring , Im so happy now that im with you and not with him. is she really happy or is she just using me to make him feel like a king?”
“She: I am heartbroken. I don't believe in love.
He: Sensitive people get heartbroken. But they should never stop believing in love. Just as a flower takes time to bloom, one day love will bloom and make their life fragrant again!”
“She: I am heartbroken. I don't believe in love.
He: Sensitive people get heartbroken. But they should never stop believing in love.
She: Are you sure?
He: Just as a flower takes time to bloom, one day love will bloom and make your life fragrant again!”
“She: I am heartbroken. I don't believe in love.
He: Sensitive people get heartbroken. But they should never stop believing in love.
She: Are you sure.
He: Yes of course. Just as a flower takes time to bloom, one day love will bloom and make your life fragrant again!”
“She
I had always seen her with him, everywhere she went she went with him,
And today she walked the streets alone, and appeared so lonely without him,
She did not wish to smile without him,
Because she felt disturbed by smiles without him,
She often admired the starry nights with him,
But now the sky, more than the dying stars, missed her, because she was lost somewhere in the act of missing him,
She did not want to try living without him,
Because when she was tired of trying she had finally tried, and loved him,
She no longer waited for the summer as she used to when she was with him,
Because when she had got bored of summer and it's every beautiful thing, she had loved him,
She felt the summer rose was dull without him,
Because it felt fresh and brilliant when he compared her to the rose, and she always kissed him,
She did not want to kiss the rose without him,
Because the rose and the summer, reminded her of him,
She did not feel anything without him,
Because her feelings failed to produce sensations without him,
She was alive, but she was still searching a part of her own self that died in him,
And now she feels it is a curse to live without him,
She no longer sings songs that she used to sing with him,
Because her heart no more creates musical beats that it created when she was with him,
She still seeks him, nothing else, just him, wherever she might be, she seeks him,
Because to her there appears to be nothing left to seek without him,
Birds often sing at her window, but in them too she seeks him,
And the poor birds who always seek her in her eyes, fly away in sadness, because in her eyes, they only see him, just him,
She does not look at the sky anymore, because there too she wishes to see him,
And the sky always reminds her of him, and the moments spent with him,
He has died a long time ago, but she is still with him, still believing she was born for him,
So she is living, hoping that someday death will disown him,
She is hoping, but not the way she used to hope when she was with him,
Because now she only hopes about one thing, because all her desires and wishes begin and end with him,
She is there waiting in her chair, looking out of the window and waiting for him,
Begging time to lead her to him,
But the time does not wish to reveal him,
For if it does, heaven shall miss him,
And in this strife between the heaven that wants to keep him, and her heart that wants to reclaim him,
Time is the only force that can interfere, and grant her the wish of being with him,
Tonight when the moon rose in the sky, the stars shone too, she looked at the sky and thought of him,
Time watched her from its kingdom called everywhere, and from the heaven it finally stole him,
Now they live for each other, and she lives with him,
Because finally heaven too believed it is better they be together, because she indeed was born for him,
Moreover, time had started procrastinating the affairs of the universe that can neither stop for her nor for him,
So the heaven let her have him, because immortality felt better, only when she thought of him and when she was with him!”
Source: They Loved in 2075!
“She
I had always seen her with him, everywhere she went she went with him,
And today she walked the streets alone, and so lonely without him,
She did not smile any longer without him,
Because she felt disturbed by smiles without him,
She often admired the starry night with him,
But now the sky, more than the dying stars, missed her, because she was lost somewhere in the act of missing him,
She did not want to try living without him,
Because when she was tired of trying she had finally tried and loved him,
She longer waited for the summer as she used to with him,
Because when she had got bored of summer and it's everything, she had loved him,
She felt the summer rose was dull without him,
Because it felt fresh and brilliant, when to the rose he compared her, and she always kissed him,
She did not want to kiss the rose without him,
Because the rose, the summer, reminded her of him,
She did not feel anything without him,
Because her feelings failed to produce sensations without him,
She was alive but she was still searching a part of her own self that died in him,
And she feels it is a curse to live without him,
She no longer sings songs that she used to sing with him,
Because her heart no more creates musical beats that it created when she was with him,
She still seeks him, nothing else, just him, everywhere she is, she seeks him,
Because to her there appears to be nothing left to seek without him,
Birds often sing at her window but in them too she seeks him,
And the poor birds who always seek her in her eyes, fly away in sadness, because in her eyes, they only see him, just him,
She does not look at the sky anymore, because there too she wishes to see him,
And the sky always reminds her of him, and the moments spent with him,
He has died a long time ago, but she is still with him, still believing she was born for him,
So she is living, hoping that someday death will disown him,
She is hoping, but not the way she used to hope when she was with him,
Because now she only hopes about one thing, because all her desires and wishes begin and end with him,
She is there waiting in her chair, looking out of the window waiting for him,
Begging time to lead her to him,
But the time does not wish to reveal him,
For if it does, heavens shall miss him,
And in this strife between the heaven who wants to keep him and her heart that wants to reclaim him,
Time is the only force that can interfere and the only virtue that for her can recreate him,
Tonight when the moon rose in the sky, the stars shone too, she looked at the sky and thought of him,
Time watched her from its kingdom called everywhere, and from the heavens it finally stole him,
Now they live for each other, and she lives with him,
Because finally heaven too believed it is better they be together, because she indeed was born for him,
Moreover, time had started procrastinating the affairs of the universe that can neither stop for her nor for him,
So they let her have him because immortality felt better, only when she thought of him and when she was with him!”
Source: They Loved in 2075!
“She," I replied. "She. She's one of those A-N-D-Y Andys because fuck the patriarchy and their arcane gendered spelling conventions.”
Source: The Magnolia Chronicles: Adventures In Dating
“She, I thought, was very beautiful, in an unsettling, almost medieval way which would not be apparent to the casual observer.”
Source: The Secret History
“She: I want to come into your life so that you would feel less lonely.
He: But I love my loneliness.
She: I want to give you a happy and cosy life.
He: But I love my waywardness.”
“She idols on happiness, but when she gives it gas, she's running you over.”
“She ignored him. “If you want to start convincing your sisters, get them out of the House. Being cooped up never helped anyone.”
Rhys said smoothly, “I’m not entirely sure Velaris is prepared for Nesta Archeron.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“She ignores me, so I cup my hands over my mouth and do something I haven’t done in years— barnyard sounds.”
Source: Chain Reaction
“She imagined a nice house, large enough to hold them, the girls, and the babies she hoped to have. She imagined backyard bonfires, late night movies, sleeping next to Brantley every night. She imagined what it would be like to have Brantley's baby growing in her womb. She imagined Avery and Emily picking out a puppy and fighting over who would get to sleep with the puppy at night.
'Get it together!' she scolded herself. Normally she had no trouble meeting deadlines, and often was early. She prided herself on exceeding her clients' expectations.”
Source: Willfully Wanton
“She imagined all the mothers of the unnamed children, imagined the ad cut from the paper, a mother writing her child’s name at the bottom of the list to add their child to the names of those who would return home, those beautiful children who would never be forgotten, as if their child’s name needed to be on the list to be remembered—to have been disappeared.”
“She imagined brushing the curl from his forehead, and shook her head at herself, amused at how easily her thoughts drifted toward him these days.”
Source: The Weight Of Ash And Gold
“She imagined herself as some sort of vessel to be filled up with love. But it wasn't like that. The love was within her all the time, and its only renewal came from giving it away.”
Source: The Memory Keeper's Daughter
“She imagined herself both queen and slave, dominatrix and victim. In her imagination she was making love with men of all skin colors--white, black, yellow--with homosexuals and beggars. She was anyone's, and anyone could do anything to her. She had one, two, three orgasms, one after another. She imagined everything she had never imagined before, and she gave herself to all that was most base and most pure.”
“She imagined herself drowning along the tides of Sumendu Lake, down own into the depths of solemn solitude, splashing into the serenity of forever silence.”
Source: The Beginning: The Tears of My Heart
“She imagined herself to be a sapling, settling her roots into the ground. There was no shame in bending under the force of the wind. Any sacrifice was worth it, if it meant survival.”
Source: Captive in the Underworld
“She imagined him leaning against the shuttle, entertaining thoughts of scolding her for dressing like a ragged commoner. Never mind that her present outfit was light years ahead in comfort.
(Actually, he’s wishing he had been less critical of you earlier. He feels bad that you won’t acknowledge his presence, and he blames himself.)
(Quit it, Ian. I’m not going to feel sorry for him.)
She caught her protector’s shrewd grin, highlighted by the fire’s glow. (You already do, Queenie.)
(This talent of yours is really annoying.)
He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “That’s not what you thought earlier when you wanted to get ahold of Efren.”
“One tiny rosebud in a handful of thorns,” she retorted.”
Source: Eena, The Curse of Wanyaka Cave
“She imagined it was like getting hit by a freight train. In that nano-second, before thoughts vanished, as pain flared, she wondered just how strong she'd become that a train hadn't killed her on impact.”
Source: Killing Game
“She imagined, now, what it would be like to accept herself completely. Every mistake she had ever made. Every mark on her body. Every dream she hadn't reached or pain she had felt. Every lust or longing she had suppressed.
She imaged accepting it all. The way she accepted nature. The way she accepted a glacier or a puffin or the breach of a whale.”
Source: The Midnight Library
“She imagined seeing herself as just another brilliant freak of nature. Just another sentient animal, trying their best.
And in doing so, she imagined what it was like to be free.”
Source: The Midnight Library
“She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow for blow.”
Source: Passenger
“She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation. In spirit she walks the city, traces its labyrinths, its dingy mazes: each assignation, each rendezvous, each door and stair and bed. What he said, what she said, what they did, what they did then. Even the times they argued, fought, parted, agonized, rejoined. How they’d loved to cut themselves on each other, taste their own blood. We were ruinous together, she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?”
Source: The Blind Assassin: A Novel
“She in the crowd!
There she stood in the middle of the busy street,
Stranded, thoughtful and trying hard to absorb life’s every beat,
That of moving people, the bustle of every sort,
She seemed to have paused to understand its finesse before she could take part,
In this life of constant imagination, new thoughts and never ending motion,
To seek moments of order in the midst of commotion,
To lead a life of purpose and some joy,
While dealing with life’s every evil ploy,
So, there she stood gazing at all and everything,
Learning the song of life before she could herself sing,
But right now she was trying to understand its notes and its actual melody,
That was there in every commotion, in every pandemonium, and in every moment lively,
There she was, still and motionless as people passed by her in scores,
She looked at them, their movements and their expressions, and sometimes looked at shopping stores,
Then suddenly as if she had found the meaning of life and its duty,
She smiled and took her steps towards her destiny,
And she became part of the crowd too,
And maybe she is someone who with a smile today at a street looked at you,
Then she went her way and you went your way, but always towards a destiny,
That for you is of your choosing and for her a choice made by her destiny,
If you only know what I mean, life is to us all as beautiful as it might seem,
To a few it is a constant strife whereas to a few it is a beautiful dream,
But whatever it might be, it certainly is about motion, about commotion and finding that balance,
Where your life, with your dreams and desires manages to achieve a perfect resemblance!”
Source: They Loved in 2075!
“She inched closer to him. "I intrigue you?"
"You know you do," he replied boldly, his eyes burning into hers. Wow-things were suddenly heating up fast. He wondered if they would have sex right there on her desk.Somebody better move that stapler.
With a coy look, Taylor stood up to whisper in Jason's ear.
"then I think you're going to find this next part really intriging," she said breathlessly.
He gazed down at her-he like the sound of that-and raised one eybrow expectantly as taylor grinned wickedly and-
Slammed the office door right in his face.
For a moment, Jason could only stand there in the hallway with his nose pressed against the cold wood of her door. After a few seconds, he knocked politely.
Taylor whipped open the door, unamused.
Jason grinned at her. "I just gotta ask: where did you get the whole 'all the cute girls run around naked' thing?”
Source: Just the Sexiest Man Alive
“She inches closer so we’re practically sharing the same air. Maybe we are, because I’m light-headed.”
Source: The Night Has Teeth
“She indeed was his sickness. But he no longer wanted to be cured. He didn’t care if it was a sickness or some dangerous form of cancer, as she long as she stayed near him.”
Source: Heart of the Beast
“She influenced by the positivism of her race, was gazing into the future. While he was content with the present moment, not caring to know what would be the end of their love”
“She informed me that in the future, I was not to throw out Starbucks customers for being heartless bitches.' - The Patron Saint of Pigs (Let it Snow, 3) by Lauren Myracle”
Source: The Patron Saint of Pigs
“She informed me that in the future, I was not to throw out Starbucks customers just for being heartless bitches.”
“She inhabited a world from which I was excluded, and she had left me in an immense empty space.”
Source: In Love
“She inhaled a deep breath of fresh air, and blinked up at the high, heavy sunlit walls.
I am lucky, she told herself. Better in here than out there. Grizehayes was strange and frightening, but it was a fortress. It could keep the darkness out. Even as she tried to convince herself, however, she was wondering why her mother had fled the house, and remembering her words.
You have no idea what I saved you from! If I had stayed in Grizehayes...”
Source: A Skinful of Shadows
“She inhaled a worry. She exhaled a prayer." Mary Lou Quinlan, author”
“She inhaled again. 'You made it rain,' she said softly, delighted.
'Everyone needs a respite from the sun.”
Source: The Perfume Collector
“She inhaled air so damp it seemed to drench her lungs.”
Source: The Charm School
“She inhaled deeply—and sneezed. Stupid allergies. “Gods bless you,” Rishi said.
Dimple arched an eyebrow. “Gods?”
He nodded sagely. “As a Hindu, I’m a polytheist, as you well know.”
Dimple laughed. “Yes, and I also know we still only say ‘God,’ not ‘gods.’ We still believe Brahma is the supreme creator.”
Rishi smiled, a sneaky little thing that darted out before he could stop it. “You got me. It’s my version of microaggressing back on people.”
“Explain.”
“So, okay. This is how it works in the US: In the spring we’re constantly subjected to bunnies and eggs wherever we go, signifying Christ’s resurrection. Then right around October we begin to see pine trees and nativity scenes and laughing fat white men everywhere. Christian iconography is all over the place, constantly in our faces, even in casual conversation. This is the bible of comic book artists . . . He had a come to Jesus moment, all of that stuff. So this is my way of saying, Hey, maybe I believe something a little different. And every time someone asks me why ‘gods,’ I get to explain Hinduism.”
Dimple chewed on this, impressed in spite of herself. He actually had a valid point. Why was Christianity always the default? “Ah.” She nodded, pushing her glasses up on her nose. “So what you’re saying is, you’re like a Jehovah’s Witness for our people.”
Rishi’s mouth twitched, but he nodded seriously. “Yes. I’m Ganesha’s Witness. Has a bit of a ring to it, don’t you think?”
Source: When Dimple Met Rishi
“She inhaled him – the smell of his cologne, his shampoo, the scent she recognised as uniquely Adam. She felt him – the strong, steady thump of his heartbeat under her hand as it lay on his chest. And God, she tasted him – he tasted of coffee and desire.”
Source: Love At Last
“She inhaled sharply as he traced the line of her neck with the warm wetness. "I'm not afraid to bleed for you, Marguerite." His voice was a rough whisper against her ear. "I'll tell The Zone you're thinking it over. Don't disappoint me. Or yourself.”
Source: Ice Queen