S Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with S. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“She is my first, great love. She was a wonderful, rare woman - you do not know; as strong, and steadfast, and generous as the sun. She could be as swift as a white whiplash, and as kind and gentle as warm rain, and as steadfast as the irreducible earth beneath us.”
“She is my flower and she blooms for the one who loves her best.”
“She is my friend, and there is nothing you can say or do that can stop me from helping her.”
“She is my girlfriend, I can do whatever I want to her. In fact, I’m going to take her home and fuck her from here to eternity, how about that?”
Source: Breathe
“She is my mom.... he is her boyfriend!?... So what!?
SO WHAT THE FUCK... WHO FUCKING GIVES HIM OR HER A PERMISSION TO FUCK MY DAY?... TO SCREW MY DAY...”
Source: The Dead Dog
“She is my morning, she is my evening; we have a love that blooms over and again, more beautifully each time than the last. You will see that we are not lovers like others, for whom love is both a punishment and a gift… Our love has never punished, only rewarded. Such love therein lies the eudaimonic life.”
Source: The Wanderess
“She is my purpose!
Wandering along the pavement,
Trying to find an agreement,
Between my pragmatic mind and a romantic heart,
And sometimes knowing not where to end and when to start,
I let the wanderings continue, maybe forever,
Because I am yet to reach a place called, nowhere,
That infact is somewhere,
But not in the vicinities of places known by me as here and there,
So, I let myself love her for now, think of her for now,
And believe in our love and its vow,
And this revives my peace, maybe it does,
Just for a moment, just for a while it does,
Maybe it is in this moment I become oblivious to this place called nowhere,
Because when I am with her, I just wish to be here, just here,
And when she leaves, forever turns into never, and somewhere into nowhere,
Then, though I am somewhere, I am still nowhere, still nowhere,
So before seeking this place of bliss,
Let me seek her and her kiss,
Because it is then that everything assumes meaning and purpose,
And it is then that my heart in the curiosity of my mind does find a worthwhile purpose!”
Source: They Loved in 2075!
“She is my sister, always, even in death, even beyond.”
Source: The Midnight Star
“She is my "Soul Dog" and I totally get it now.”
Source: Shaggy Dog Eats!: 24+ Recipes for Easy, Delicious Dog Treats
“She is my wife in honor & in love & why not acknowledge her such openly & at once? I am satisfied to have her mind, & my on, at ease. The chain is golden & shared with M---. I love it better than any liberty.”
Source: I Know My Own Heart: The Diaries, 1791-1840
“She is mystery
yet full of revelations.
She is confusion
for those who cannot bear her answers.
She is clarity
to the eyes that still hold their beating hearts within.
She is magnificence
and the epitome of a lighthouse within.
She is fiery, she is master;
an ancient Phoenix
and the red of the rose.
She is Tatjana Ostojic.”
“she is nearing forty and not so easily forgiven as when her skin bloomed like roses.”
Source: An Object of Beauty
“She is neither an explorer nor a mapmaker, but she can always find her way to my heart.”
“SHE is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine. She has more hair than she needs; In the sun ’tis a woe to me! And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea. She loves me all that she can, And her ways to my ways resign; But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine.”
Source: Renascence and Other Poems
“She is nether fish nor flesh, nor good red herring.”
“She is never alone, because she always has herself. In her own company, she is always enough.”
“She is never alone when she has Her Books. Books, to her, are Friends. Give her Shakespeare or Jane Austen, Meredith or Hardy, and she is Lost - lost in a world of her own. She sleeps so little that most of her nights are spent reading.”
Source: Diary of a Provincial Lady
“She is never going to let me live down that stupid Thanksgiving," Kai says.
I can't help but take the bait. "You made prime rib!"
"It was delicious," Kai says, shrugging.
"IT WAS BEEF! You can't have beef on Thanksgiving, except for appetizers like meatballs or something. You have TURKEY on Thanksgiving." Last Thanksgiving I spent with Phil and Kai, since I was orphaned and separated and Gilly couldn't make it from London. Everything was delicious, but it was like a dinner party and not Thanksgiving. The prime rib wasn't the only anomaly. No mashed potatoes or stuffing or sweet potatoes with marshmallows or green bean casserole. He had acorn squash with cippolini onions and balsamic glaze. Asparagus almondine. Corn custard with oyster mushrooms. Wild rice with currants and pistachios and mint. All amazing and perfectly cooked and balanced, and not remotely what I wanted for Thanksgiving. When I refused to take leftovers, his feelings were hurt, and when he got to the store two days later, he let me know.
"Look," Kai says with infinite patience. "For a week we prepped for the Thanksgiving pickups." He ticks off on his fingers the classic menu we developed together for the customers who wanted a traditional meal without the guilt. "Herb-brined turkey breasts with apricot glaze and roasted shallot jus. Stuffing muffins with sage and pumpkin seeds. Cranberry sauce with dried cherries and port. Pumpkin soup, and healthy mashed potatoes, and glazed sweet potatoes with orange and thyme, and green beans with wild mushroom ragu, and roasted brussels sprouts, and pumpkin mousse and apple cake. We cooked Thanksgiving and tasted Thanksgiving and took Thanksgiving leftovers home at the end of the day. I just thought you would be SICK OF TURKEY!”
Source: Good Enough to Eat
“She is nine, beloved, as open-faced as the sky and as self-contained. I have watched her grow. As recently as three or four years ago, she had a young child's perfectly shallow receptiveness; she fitted into the world of time, it fitted into her, as thoughtlessly as sky fits its edges, or a river its banks. But as she has grown, her smile has widened with a touch of fear and her glance has taken on depth. Now she is aware of some of the losses you incur by being here--the extortionary rent you have to pay as long as you stay.”
Source: Teaching a Stone to Talk: Expeditions and Encounters
“She is no longer I, she is too long ago, she is only she.”
“she is no longer the beautiful woman she was. she sends photos of herself sitting upon a rock by the ocean alone and damned. I could have had her once. I wonder if she thinks I could have saved her?”
“She is not a baton to be handed back and forth between them, nor a prize to be won. She is her own person.”
Source: Winter Stroll
“She is not a bulldog, only a woman pressed into the shape of a small jar, possibly attempting to dance in there. It shows in the way she places a seashell on a window sill, a red-painted chair in the corner: she is practiced in the art of creating a still life and taking up residence inside it.”
“She is not a cookie. Neither is she a biscuit, a PopTart, Sweet TART, apple tart, or any other kind of pastry. She is my apprentice.”
Source: White Night
“She is not a territory to conquer, she is a temple that grants entry only through trust, even the gaze must be earned.”
Source: Kral Fakir: When Calls The Kainat
“She is not a territory to conquer,
she is a temple that grants
entry only through trust,
even the gaze must be earned.
I'll never get down on one knee,
if I do, I'll get down on both knees -
absolute surrender, nothing left out.
I don't wanna be a tourist, a passing fling,
I am a pilgrim to your love, to your life,
and at times when you permit, to your body.”
Source: Kral Fakir: When Calls The Kainat
“She is not a writer at all, really; she is merely a gifted eccentric.”
Source: The Hours: A Novel
“She is not being preferenced - she's not on our preference card because Pauline Hanson's view of Australia is basically a very - it's a very old view.”
“She is not burdened with a sensitive heart. Hers just beats.”
Source: Hidden Bodies
“She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew
Until she smiled on me.
Oh! then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light.”
“She is not mourning. She is warning.”
Source: Ecos del Miedo / Echoes of Fear: Horror Stories from the Heart of Latin America
“She is not my mistress,' replied the young sailor gravely, ‘she is my betrothed.’
'Sometimes one and the same thing,' said Morrel, with a smile.
'Not with us, sir,' replied Dantes.”
Source: The Count of Monte Cristo
“She is not old, she is not young, The Woman with the Serpent's Tongue. The haggard cheek, the hungering eye, The poisoned words that wildly fly, The famished face, the fevered hand, Who slights the worthiest in the land, Sneers at the just, contemns the brave, And blackens goodness in its grave.”
Source: New poems
“She is not one lost girl.
We are not two best friends.
We are one trinity of perfection.”
Source: Three, Two, One [321]
“She is not perfect, so don’t resent her, but she is prolific; she produces in profusion. - On Nature”
Source: The Sunrise's Commandment
“She is not perfect. You are not perfect. The question is whether or not you are perfect for each other”
“She is not refined. She is not unrefined. She keeps a parrot”
“She is not so afraid at night because she is the color of it.”
Source: Beloved
“She is not sophisticated. She just needs those who can understand her. An elegant woman is uniquely beautiful and very powerful. She is content with who she is yet so down to Earth.”
Source: Woman of Virtue: Power-Filled Quotes for a Powerful Woman
“She is not territory, she is temple (Sonnet)
She is not a territory to conquer,
she is a temple that grants
entry only through trust,
even the gaze must be earned.
I'll never get down on one knee,
if I do, I'll get down on both knees -
absolute surrender, nothing left out.
I don't wanna be a tourist, a passing fling,
I am a pilgrim to your love, to your life,
and at times when you permit, to your body.
By default all women are my sisters,
I may make an exception if I lose my heart,
even then my conscience wouldn't allow filth,
till I've earned her unwavering trust.”
Source: Kral Fakir: When Calls The Kainat
“She is not truly beautiful but something about her draws the eye.”
“She is not with me,this grief is not bigger then this happiness that she is with her choice”
“She is not with me this grief is not bigger then this relax that she is with her choice”
Source: "Zaki's Gift Of Love"
“she is not your rose
to be plucked,
set in a vase,
then forgotten.
her petals don’t exist
to be bruised
beneath your careless fingers.”
Source: the void and the feed
“She is now dancing with someone else to the song that reminded me of us.”
“She is of the race of Jeanne d’Arc, this Northern girl, in her voice, her bearing, her beliefs. That kind if not to be possessed by one man; she belongs to a cause, to the people.”
Source: Diana Victrix
“She is of the strangest beauty and the darkest courage, and when she walks with intent the earth trembles beneath her feet.”
Source: Hush
“She is older than the rocks among which she sits; like the vampire, she has been dead many times, and learned the secrets of the grave; and has been a diver in deep seas, and keeps their fallen day about her; and trafficked for strange webs with Eastern merchants, and, as Leda, was the mother of Helen of Troy, and, as Saint Anne, the mother of Mary; and all this has been to her but as the sound of lyres and flutes, and lives only in the delicacy with which it has molded the changing lineaments, and tinged the eyelids and the hands.”
“She is one of God's women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth. So true, so sweet, so noble, so little an egoist - and that, let me tell you, is much in this age, so sceptical and selfish.”
Source: Dracula
“She is one of God's women, fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth. So true, so sweet, so noble, so little an egoist- and that, let me tell you, is much in this age, so skeptical and selfish.”
Source: Dracula