S Quotes
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“She lifted her head. "It's easier," she said, slowly, "to be angry on someone else's behalf than on my own. And yet I find I have a well of anger in me, that I have been filling for years from my own hurts. If I spill it out in defense of another, I can deny it's mine.”
“She lifted his mask and her own veil; then slowly, she placed a hand on either side of his face. Her fingers slid into his hair and Matthias’ focus shattered. It felt like she was touching him everywhere.
She looked into his eyes. “Well?”
“I don’t feel anything,” he said. His voice sounded embarrassingly hoarse.
She arched a brow. “Nothing?”
“What did you try to make me do?”
“I’m trying to compel you to kiss me.”
“That’s foolish.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I always want to kiss you,” he admitted.
“Then how come you never do?”
“Nina, you just went through a terrible ordeal—”
“I did. That’s true. You know what would help? A lot of kissing. We haven’t been alone since we were aboard the Ferolind.”
“You mean when you almost died?” said Matthias. Someone had to remember the gravity of this situation.
“I prefer to think of the good times. Like when you held my hair as I was vomiting into a bucket.”
“Stop trying to make me laugh.”
“But I like your laugh.”
“Nina, this is not the time to flirt.”
“I need to catch you off your guard, otherwise you’re too busy protecting me and asking me if I’m okay.”
“Is it wrong to worry?”
“No, it’s wrong to treat me like I might break apart at any moment. I’m not that fine or that fragile.”
Source: Crooked Kingdom
“She lifted me back into the seat with a wicked grin, and breathed, 'Just don’t stop talking. Whatever you do, just don’t stop talking,' and swallowed my manhood. I scrambled desperately through the darkened corners of my memory until I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed her by the hair and said, 'Now bend over, and I’ll do to you what the Organization of Petroleum Exporting Countries wants to keep the Federal government from doing to the state of Alaska.”
Source: Indecision Now! A Libertarian Rage
“She lifted me up when I was down
She showed me the way when I was lost
She turned the darkness into light
My pain and anger it has faded away and I can live again
Just got to have a little faith
I have just got to have a little faith
I need to have faith”
Source: Faith
“She lifted one arm up, covering her forehead in a mock swoon. “You’re sweeping me off my feet.”
He laughed, shocked by the sound after the shitty day they’d had. He bent his knees and cradled her in his arms, spinning her around while he drank in the magic of her giggles. Finally, he lowered her onto the bed and lay down beside her. “Now you’ve been swept.”
Source: Dance of the Heart
“She lifted the drooping muzzle with both hands...It was a special embrace saved for special occasions.”
“She lifted up her hand and from the ring that she wore there issued a great light that illuminated her alone and left all else dark. She stood before Frodo seeming now tall beyond measurement, and beautiful beyond enduring, terrible and worshipful. Then she let her hand fall, and the light faded, and suddenly she laughed again, and lo! she was shrunken: a slender elf-woman, clad in simple white whose gentle voice was soft and sad.”
“She lifts a bowl of kheer and her thoughts, flittering like dusty sparrows in a brown back alley, turn a sudden kingfisher blue.”
Source: The Mistress of Spices
“She lifts her eyes, and there is Death in the corner, but not like a king with his iron crown, as the epics claimed. Why, it is a giant brush loaded with white paint. It descends upon her with gentle suddenness, obliterating the shape of the world.”
Source: Before We Visit the Goddess
“She lifts the white gown. "The prince loves white." Her fingers caress the satin. "He had your betrothal gown made just for you."
(...) Anger boils under my skin. "Then he can wear it," I snap.”
Source: Fireblood
“She lights a match in the dark hall and moves it onto the wick of the candle. Light lifts itself onto her shoulders. She is on her knees. She puts her hands on her thighs and breathes in the smell of the sulphur. She imagines she slap breathes in light.”
Source: The English Patient
“She, like many, had always thought that mathematics did not derive its meaning from the universe, but rather imposed some meaning onto the universe.”
Source: Stories of Your Life and Others
“She liked anything orange: leaves; some moons; marigolds; chrysanthemums; cheese; pumpkin, both in pie and out; orange juice; marmalade. Orange is bright and demanding. You can't ignore orange things. She once saw an orange parrot in the pet store and had never wanted anything so much in her life. She would have named it Halloween and fed it butterscotch. Her mother said butterscotch would make a bird sick and, besides, the dog would certainly eat it up. September never spoke to the dog again — on principle.”
Source: The Fairyland Series
“She liked being little. Little people could squeeze into places others couldn't, and could go unnoticed.”
Source: Oathbringer
“She liked being reminded of butterflies. She remembered being six or seven and crying over the fates of the butterflies in her yard after learning that they lived for only a few days. Her mother had comforted her and told her not to be sad for the butterflies, that just because their lives were short didn't mean they were tragic. Watching them flying in the warm sun among the daisies in their garden, her mother had said to her, see, they have a beautiful life. Alice liked remembering that.”
“She liked books more than anything else, and was, in fact, always inventing stories of beautiful things and telling them to herself.”
Source: A Little Princess
“She liked getting hold of some book... and keeping it to herself, and gnawing its contents in privacy, and pondering the meaning without sharing her thoughts with any one, or having to decide whether the book was a good one or a bad one.”
Source: Night and Day
“She liked him — she had liked him all the while; now anything might happen! She was ready — she had been ready always, waiting for him to speak. If he had not spoken she would have waited for ever; but when the word came she dropped like the peach from the shaken tree.”
Source: The Portrait of a Lady
“She liked him. She liked the feeling of liking him. She felt light and smiley and too full of excitement to think of anything else.”
“She liked his tears so much that she put out her beautiful finger and let them run over it. Her voice was so low that at first he could not make out what she said. Then he made it out. She was saying that she thought she could get well again if children believed in fairies.”
Source: Peter Pan: Top 100 Classic Novels
“She liked his unique smell, and it turned on all five of her senses, wanting to see him naked, touch him while naked, hear him as he moaned while he made love, taste his skin, and feel his naked body as she seduced him with the trailing of hungry fingers.”
“She liked it best when it was raining, and she sometimes imagined that in one of the many tall buildings there was another Gerty mopping the floor and looking back at her, a Gerty who had witnessed and learned from the many mistakes this Gerty had made. A Gerty who would do things right.”
Source: The Thing About Alice
“She liked money as well as most women, and accepted it with no little satisfaction.”
Source: The Awakening
“She liked people. Me, I can take them or leave them, but mostly leave them.”
Source: The Woman who Went to Bed for a Year
“She liked seeing John smile. He was usually so serious and guarded. The flash of boyish teasing warmed her heart. She’d liked the faintly possessive stamp of that kiss, too. Although she’d never imagined she would enjoy any man showing possessive tendencies around her again, there was something healthy and respectful, and completely new about the way John liked to hold her hands or take her arm, to subtly touch her—or kiss her. It was like falling in love for the first time all over again. He made her feel important. He listened. He got angry…on her behalf. John made her feel like a woman worth caring about, not a punching bag or vessel for sex or thing a man owned the way Danny had. He made her believe that with the right man—with John himself, perhaps—that it was okay for her to love again. - (Maggie)”
Source: The Marine Next Door
“She liked storytelling, and so did I. She liked painting, sewing and craft. Her artworks, she said - her own and the ones she purchased - were collections of personal histories. They were cracks in the footpath, metaphoric scars on skin and lives etched on people's faces. They were reminders of what once existed.”
Source: Skimming Stones
“She liked that little nod of approval he'd given her as if she were his equal just because she hadn't given into the hysteria welling up.”
Source: Toxic Game
“She liked that word: we. It sounded warm and open, like a hug.”
Source: Liesl & Po
“She liked the idea so well that she felt there must be something bordering on sin involved in it.”
Source: East of Eden
“She liked the life she had. She loved habits. She craved a day with nothing in it, a long, quiet stretch of hours in the studio.”
Source: Sisterhood Everlasting (Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants): A Novel
“She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above.”
“She liked the way he smelled - kind of free and open, like driving with the windows down at night.”
Source: The Fallen Series: 4-Book Collection
“She liked the way his smile took a long time to arrive and just as long to leave.”
“She liked the way the words sounded. She imagined them floating above her in a comic-strip bubble”
Source: Flora & Ulysses: The Illuminated Adventures
“She liked the word ineffable because it meant a feeling so big or vast that it could not be expressed in words.
And yet, because it could not be expressed in words, people had invented a word to express it, and that made Liesl feel hopeful, somehow.”
Source: Liesl & Po
“She liked the words; they satisfied her famine for phrases.”
Source: Editha
“She liked things that had been written by people who had lived short, ugly, and tragic lives. Or, who at least, were English.”
“She liked this life — or more precisely she liked the version of herself in this life. She could tell the kind of person she was from the way people spoke to her. It felt nice — comforting, solidifying — to be a good person.
Her mind felt different here. She thought a lot in this life, but her thoughts were gentle.
'Compassion is the basis of morality,' the philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer had written, in one of his softer moments. Maybe it was the basis of life too.”
Source: The Midnight Library
“She liked this. Liked the closeness. With lover’s she’d taken in the past, things had been short and sweet. She certainly hadn’t stuck about to snuggle in case they started to get ideas, not after the first time. Killing a guy you’d fucked was one thing, but to kill one you’d snuggled with damn near broke a girl’s heart”
Source: Tamed by the Mistress
“She liked this singer so much without me.”
“She liked to be alone; she liked to be herself”
Source: To the Lighthouse
“She liked to be in the thick of things and did not delegate easily, except where domestic chores were concerned.”
Source: Born to Rebel: The Life of Harriet Boyd Hawes
“She liked to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. It was a talent, as it was a curse.”
Source: The Red Garden
“She liked to imagine him stealing a glimpse of her over the backyard fence, proudly watching his strange daughter daydream under the beech tree. Blue was awfully fond of her father, considering she'd never met him.”
Source: The Raven Boys
“She liked to imagine that when she passed the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was.”
Source: The Lovely Bones: Picador Classic
“She liked to imagine that when she passed, the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was. Except when she was at work, no one knew where she was at any time of day and no one waited for her. It was immaculate anonymity.”
Source: The Lovely Bones: Picador Classic
“She liked to share this beautiful area in Northern Michigan with people who appreciated it, but sometimes she preferred winter hiking, when the trails were quieter.”
Source: Bear Me in Mind
“She liked to sit on the front porch in the afternoons and read books she'd checked out from the library. Aside from coffee, reading was her only indulgence.”
“She liked to watch her father as he read, and to listen to the smoothly rolling tones; she felt no curiosity about what the words meant. It was only Shakespeare and she was used to him.”
Source: Nightingale Wood
“She liked Victorian novels. They were the only kind of novel you could read while eating an apple.”
Source: Cold comfort farm