S Quotes
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“She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises.”
Source: The Poetical Works of William Congreve. With the Life of the Author. Cooke's Edition, Etc. [With a Portrait.]
“She likes his wide, easy smile, the texture of his skin, the thick fair hair on his arms, almost like fur, the wholesome soapy smell of him. And she likes his height. He's taller by far than any British man she's been with; it's excessive, unnecessary, gorgeous. Invisibly, she sighs. Of course, she always knew it was temporary: that's the deal with G.I.'s.”
Source: A Particular Man
“She likes me. I can tell. Problem is, she won’t admit that to the boyfriends she brings over.”
Source: The Odd and The Strange: A Collection of Very Short Fiction
“She likes me. The shock of it sent a jolt of wild joy through him that stole his breath and robbed him momentarily of his common sense. He, Blade, who stared down cutthroat thugs in the meanest streets of the city, who laughed at death and snapped his fingers in the hangman’s face, found himself nervous and jumpy in the presence of a pretty girl. How utterly stupid. He felt like an ass. He didn’t care.”
Source: Lady of Desire
“She likes that they have a bathroom, not an outhouse but an actual bathroom, with a toilet that flushes, a shower, and a sink too, with twin faucets from which she can draw, with a flick of her wrist, water, either hot or cold. She likes waking up to the sound of Altona bleating in the morning, and the harmlessly cantankerous cook, Adiba, who works marvels in the kitchen.
Sometimes, as Laila watches Tariq sleep, as her children mutter and stir in their own sleep, a great big lump of gratitude catches in her throat, makes her eyes water.”
Source: A Thousand Splendid Suns
“She likes the mystery of that changeover, those fifteen minutes of sundown when the streets and trees and people and parked cars are delicate and immediate, every sound and smell and movement amplified by the lowest light or the lightest darkness. Even a city that’s broken and dirty can, in that time, be divine and intimate.”
Source: White Fur
“She likes the people with the endurance to tolerate the drudge, the ones who know that pain is a requirement, not a curse.”
Source: Let The Great World Spin
“She likes to try everything, out of curiosity, but she'll be sorry if she isn't guided by her heart.”
“She likes to write messages on balloons and send them to the sky. She takes out a black Magic Marker and she starts writing on the dozen or so balloons, one for each member of our family who died. She doesn't think she can write well and asks me not to read her notes.
She likes to think they'll soar all the way to heaven. I think she knows they end up tangled in power lines or deflated in a pile of orange leaves in someone's backyard miles away, but I can never bring myself to say that to her. I've often wondered what they must think, those people who find our balloons. I've wondered if they read the messages and understand what they mean.
I remember watching those balloons as a little boy, each fall, wondering if someday I, too, would be nothing but a balloon in the sky, soaring toward the sun until I began to fall slowly back to earth and into the hands of a stranger.”
Source: The Autumn Balloon
“She likes us,” said Umbo. “I know, I could feel it too,” said Rigg. “She’s really glad to have us here. I think she loves us like her own children.” “Whom she murdered and cut up into the stew.” “They were delicious.”
Source: Pathfinder
“She likes you, she just doesn't understand you.”
Source: Silence
“She lines her eyes with the dark shades of the misunderstood and applies lip gloss in the face of tragedy.”
Source: Toxic Nursery
“She listened -- and that's the best advice I ever got about grief.”
“She listened intently, nodding sympathetically, and when I had finished, she spoke again,
"Khizar, I understand your pain. Life can be difficult, and at times, it can seem as though there is no hope. But you must remember that like the river, life is constantly flowing, and change is inevitable.
The key is to keep moving forward, to keep pushing through the challenges, and to never lose sight of your dreams. Do not give up hope, my friend, for the future is full of possibilities.”
“She listened; she heard the dull thumping of her blood which seemed to be tramping on her with a heavy heel.
She passed her left hand across the night to feel the man's firm wrist, which was against her right hand. It was all knotted like a gnarled branch. It filled her left hand with warm flesh which was supple and finely nerved.
"I can't explain....They all have their women. Such a passion has seized the earth...such a passion!"”
Source: Regain
“She listened to him all night and he found her fascinating.”
“She listened to silence. Except the birds. The waves. A few voices in the distance. She would not turn to him. He had to come to her. He HAD to come to her.”
Source: Pier Lights
“She listened to the silence. Her first thought was relief. He's gone. Her second thought was utter devastation. He didn't kill me.”
Source: What Love Washed Up
“She listens, and I wish I could give her a little gold trophy for it, but I can’t, because of all the things Fuckwits gave trophies for, they never thought listening like nothing exists but time and words was half as important as losing a volleyball tournament.”
Source: The Past Is Red
“She listens to the bass lines spilling over one another, and it starts to make sense. The music, and why it might mean so much to someone.”
Source: One Last Stop
“She listens to the delicate fluttering of sparrows' wings, tiny messengers. The sound reminds her of life - struggling, beating, rising, flying, and now dissolving into space.”
Source: American Dream
“She listens to the history of her painting read aloud in court and finds it hard to associate her portrait, the little painting that has hung serenely on her bedroom wall, with such trauma, such globally significant events.”
Source: The Last Letter from Your Lover
“She lit fire to the bridges and forts she built all these years, and she walked into it smiling and tears rolling down her cheeks.”
“She lit my soul and inhaled deeply
Flicking my ashes occasionally.”
Source: The Portable Henry Rollins
“She literally freezes on the spot with shame and desire, letting go even further.”
Source: Two Months and Three Days
“She lived a sinner, and she will die a Christian.”
Source: Camille: The Lady of the Camellias
“She lived almost fifty years of her life completely dedicated to the care of the poor and the marginalized. Astonishingly, for those nearly fifty years she identified completely with the poor she served by her own experience of being seemingly unwanted and unloved by God. In a mystical way — through this painful interior "darkness" — she tasted their greatest poverty of being "unwanted, unloved, and uncared for."”
“She lived for others, her heart tuned to their anguish and their needs.”
Source: From the Corner of His Eye: A Novel
“She lived frugally, but her meals were the only things on which she deliberately spent her money. She never compromised on the quality of her groceries, and drank only good-quality wines.”
Source: 1Q84
“She lived in fear of his shifting moods, his volatile temperament, his insistence on steering even mundane exchanges down a confrontational path that, on occasion, he would resolve with punches, slaps, kicks, and sometimes try to make amends for with polluted apologies, and sometimes not.”
Source: A Thousand Splendid Suns
“She lived in fear of ifonic endings.”
“She lived in her past life — every letter seemed to recall some circumstance of it. How well she remembered them all! His looks and tones, his dress, what he said and how — these relics and remembrances of dead affection were all that were left her in the world.”
“She lived in private with her own horror.”
Source: Henry and Cato
“She lived in the dream world of unreality, or else she would not admit reality; he did not know. In any case, he loved her as she was. It might never be used, but it would give her pleasure to have it.”
Source: On the Beach
“She lived just three blocks away, in a faded brick building whose limitations and malfunctions she’d come to understand as the texture of her life, to be distinguished from a normal day’s complaints.”
“She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh The difference to me!”
“she lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with the way the waves collapsed against her cheeks.”
“She lived with the doctor on Via Po, in a gloomy, dark apartment, barely warmed in winter by just a small Franklin stove, and she no longer threw out anything, because everything might eventually come in handy: not even the cheese rinds or the foil on chocolates, with which she made silver balls to be sent to missions to “free a little black boy.”
Source: The periodic table
“She lived with too many ghosts inside her mind -
maybe that's why she became one herself in the end.”
Source: Profound Reverie
“She lived, we'll say, A harmless life, she called a virtuous life, A quiet life, which was not life at all (But that she had not lived enough to know)”
Source: Browning: Poems
“She lives a sophisticate's life among worldly people. At the slightest excuse she steps out of civilization, naked and relieved, as I should step out of a soiled chemise.”
Source: Cross Creek
“She lives, but is not lively; awaiting the change of the seasons. A summer child, the old lady said. Summer children are filled with light. But my child will be born in March. A windswept, change-of-the-seasons child; sunny one day, in darkness the next. I feel that in her; that fugitive gleam, like sunlight on the ocean. And in my dreams I see her; always at five or six years old. Her hair is a tumbled candyfloss cloud. Her name comes in endless variants of my mother's name, Jeanne: Anne, Annette, Jeanette, Johanne, Jolène, Annie--- Anouk.”
Source: Vianne
“She lives fearlessly in the light of her own truth.”
“She lives in a town of sorry history,
indifferent to ethical perspectives,
apathetic to female attributes,
cargo and trunk liners,
spilled oil in the garage,
telephone poles shaped like liquor bottles,
sustaining burly weather,
cardiac distressing cold,
tobacco and mortality,
lying face-up on the bar’s concrete floor,
no one can waste a life
faster than a Montana redneck.”
Source: Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
“She lives in a world of her own – a world of – little glass ornaments…”
Source: The Glass Menagerie
“She lives in Mojave in a Winnebago. His name is Bobby, he looks like a potato.”
“She lives in my heart, and when she stands before me, it feels like the universe folds into a single moment and maybe that’s why I feel uneasy, because I’ve been carrying that whole universe within me all my life.”
“She lives in the poetry she cannot write.”
Source: The Picture Of Dorian Gray
“She lives like tomorrow isn't coming and yesterday never happened.”
Source: Write like no one is reading
“She lives the poetry she cannot write.”