S Quotes
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“She looks up at me with those vulnerable eyes. “What if it means something?” She asks. “What if it does?” “Promise me it won’t mean anything.” I lean my head back on the couch. “It won’t mean anythin’.” Aren’t I supposed to be the guy in this scenario, laying down the no-commitment rules? “And no tongue,” she adds. “Mi vida, if I kiss you, I guarantee there’s gonna be tongue.”
“She looks up at me, still rocking. “Henry . . . why did me decide to do this again?” “Supposedly when it’s over they hand you a baby and let you keep it.” “Oh yeah.” --Wednesday, September 5, 2001”
“She looks up from where the arrow, dripping ruby red with her blood, is gripped in her hand, and smiles.
All hell breaks loose then.”
Source: Hymn of The Night
“She looks up into the darkening sky, she knows she'll never stop hoping. Never stop searching the stars, wondering whether any of them could be the one Abel someday calls home.”
Source: Defy the Stars
“She looks uptown, but she ain't really. She's into football, she likes my chili.”
“She looped her fingers around his belt buckle, arching into him, grinding her pussy against the hard press of his erection.
"Fuck," Ellis moaned. Open my belt, love."
She did as she was told, relishing the command. Ellis pressed his forehead to hers, and they both looked down between the space between them, watching hungrily as Rosemary unbuckled Ellis's belt and unzipped his fly, pulling his cock free. It was heavy and thick in her hands, and Rosemary shivered with pleasure as she gave him a couple of short, firm strokes, Ellis biting his teeth down into her shoulder, punching his hips forwards automatically to meet her strokes.
"You're so good for me, Rosemary," he whispered in her ear.”
Source: Love at First Fright
“She loosened her grip on his hair and lightly scraped her fingernails over his cheek to his incredible lips.
"I could kiss you all day."
Laith's gaze intensified.
"All right.”
Source: Hot Blooded
“She loses it. She cries long and hard. She's in pain. Torture. I can feel it emanating from her. It exists deep down in her soul. It's not about the dog, I know. It isn't even really about her mother, and it certainly isn't her father. It has nothing to do with him. It's not about me, or her, or anyone else. Not about Daniel, or Paul, or Ray. It's about life, and how cruel it can sometimes be...How unfair life is. All of us have a hand in it. We do what we have to do, take what we have to take, and sometimes we hurt people we swear we won't hurt, but we do, because life makes us. It's a dog eat dog world. We're all monsters, when it comes down to it.”
“She lost herself in the kiss, moving her body against his, her excitement rising, the tension inside her spinning tighter and tighter.”
Source: Hot Shot
“She lost me when she tried to send a screenshot by taking a photograph of her phone screen with another phone.”
“She lost much of her appetite. At night, an invisible hand kept shaking her awake every few hours. Grief was physiological, a disturbance of the blood. Sometimes a whole minute would pass in nameless dread - the bedside clock ticking, the blue moonlight coating the window like glue - before she`d remember the brutal fact that had caused it.”
Source: The Marriage Plot: A Novel
“She lost my respect years ago." Spun around, and she rejoined the line.”
Source: Mara's Awakening
“She lost the ability to process anything as he quickly divested himself of his pants – and she discovered he went commando. Oh, sweet flying puppies.
He. Went. Commando.”
Source: Hunting Danger
“She lost too much not to lose herself along the way.”
“She lost touch with reality and was dragged into her imagination.”
Source: The Spirit of Imagination
“She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them”
Source: The plays of William Shakespeare
“She loved attention. It was like a glass of the best champagne—bubbly and intoxicating—and as with champagne, she always wanted more of it. Still, she didn’t want to seem like an easy mark. “If you must know, I’ve come to join a convent,” Evie said, testing him.”
“She loved bats, but had learned years ago that few humans agreed.”
Source: Emperor Mage
“She loved beyond measure, When I was young I thought her cold. But in time I came to understand that she was too tender for the world she’d been born into,” I said. Sorrow gave Dalia an iron gift. Behind that hard shelter, she
loved boundlessly in the distance and privacy of her solitude, safe from
the tragic rains of her fate.”
Source: Mornings in Jenin
“She loved birds almost as much as she loved boys who love birds.”
Source: My Friends
“She loved Bram in a clear-eyed way she’d never loved her ex-husband, no rose-colored glasses or mindless giddiness, no Cinderella fantasies or false certainty that he’d put her life in order. What she felt for Bram was messy, honest, and soul-deep. He felt like…part of her, the best and the worst. Like someone she wanted to struggle through life with; share triumphs and catastrophes; share holidays, birthdays, every days”
“She loved everything around, turquoise blue sky and calm sea, and the holy mountain, and fragrant woods on it, and monasteries and hermitages, and herbs, and flowers, and monks and pilgrims, and children. And him? She asked herself and almost said “yes” inwardly...”
Source: Roxelana
“She loved Harry and so, when he disappeared, when he withdrew into vagueness and alcohol, she had despised him passionately.”
Source: Zod Wallop
“She loved her mother and depended on her mother, and yet every single word her mother said annoyed her.”
Source: Sisterhood Everlasting (Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants): A Novel
“She loved her mother, but she loved Kestrel more than her own life.”
Source: Crimson Exchange
“She loved her room. She had window seats and shutters, flowered wallpaper, and a bed with too many pillows. Her mother called the decor "romance and drama," and said the room looked like it belonged to a fairy princess.”
Source: Goddess of the Night
“She loved her son and wanted him to make a fresh start here. Her ex-husband always tried to pass Aaron off as normal, not wanting anyone to know his son was different. She wasn’t going to go down that road.”
Source: A Special Kind of Love
“She loved herself when she could. She regretted nothing but her limp (not the limp itself, but how it came to be). The world tried to make her feel some other way, though. It had tried to make her bitter about herself. It had tried to turn her own thinking against her. It had tried to make her gaze upon her reflection and judge what she saw as repulsive. She did none of these things. . .
When she felt her shape, it evoked in her another outlawed quality: confidence. None of this was visible to the naked eye. It was a silent rebellion, but it was the very privacy of it that she enjoyed most. Because there was precious little of that here—privacy, joy, take your pick.”
Source: The Prophets
“She loved him absolutely, perhaps for half an hour.”
Source: Howards End: England Literature
“She loved him because he had brought her back to life. She had been like a caterpillar in a cocoon, and he had drawn her out and shown her that she was a butterfly.”
Source: THE PILLARS OF THE EARTH
“She loved him, but he did not love her, but then my darling, the darkness kicked in.”
Source: My Little Epiphanies
“She loved him. But he didn’t know how to love.
He could talk about love. He could see love and feel love. But he couldn’t give love.
He could make love. But he couldn’t make promises.
She had desperately wanted his promises.
She wanted his heart, knew she couldn’t have it so she took what she could get.
Temporary bliss. Passionate highs and lows. Withdrawal and manipulation.
He only stayed long enough to take what he needed and keep moving.
If he stopped moving, he would self-destruct.
If he stopped wandering, he would have to face himself.
He chose to stay in the dark where he couldn’t see.
If he exposed himself and the sun came out, he’d see his shadow.
He was deathly afraid of his shadow.
She saw his shadow, loved it, understood it. Saw potential in it.
She thought her love would change him.
He pushed and he pulled, tested boundaries, thinking she would never leave.
He knew he was hurting her, but didn’t know how to share anything but pain.
He was only comfortable in chaos. Claiming souls before they could claim him.
Her love, her body, she had given to him and he’d taken with such feigned sincerity, absorbing every drop of her.
His dark heart concealed.
She’d let him enter her spirit and stroke her soul where everything is love and sensation and surrender.
Wide open, exposed to deception.
It had never occurred to her that this desire was not love.
It was blinding the way she wanted him.
She couldn’t see what was really happening, only what she wanted to happen.
She suspected that he would always seek to minimize the risk of being split open, his secrets revealed.
He valued his soul’s privacy far more than he valued the intimacy of sincere connection so he kept his distance at any and all costs.
Intimacy would lead to his undoing—in his mind, an irrational and indulgent mistake.
When she discovered his indiscretions, she threw love in his face and beat him with it.
Somewhere deep down, in her labyrinth, her intricacy, the darkest part of her soul, she relished the mayhem.
She felt a sense of privilege for having such passion in her life.
He stirred her core.
The place she dared not enter.
The place she could not stir for herself.
But something wasn’t right.
His eyes were cold and dark.
His energy, unaffected.
He laughed at her and her antics, told her she was a mess.
Frantic, she looked for love hiding in his eyes, in his face, in his stance, and she found nothing but disdain.
And her heart stopped.”
Source: The Beautiful Disruption
“She loved him, but sometimes she didn’t like him very much.”
Source: Stage Fright
“She loved him, even though it was so hard to love anybody else after loving my dad. I think I knew this before she did.”
Source: Sources of Light
“She loved him no longer, it was true, but often the memory of love was more powerful than the love itself. For a short while that had felt like a long while, he'd been her world. But her world was bigger now.”
Source: The Bandit Queens
“She loved him not only in spite of but because he himself was incapable of love.”
Source: The Sound And The Fury
“She loved him now with a new love because he had made her suffer.”
Source: Of Human Bondage
“She loved him. She loved Ryder Davis.
She loved his stupid face and his dumb smile and his idiotic biceps.”
Source: Playing With Forever
“She loved him. She really did. And he knew it. And you can’t leave a thing like that. It’s a structure and it has an architecture, and you can’t leave it without tearing
off a piece of yourself.”
Source: The Wayward Bus
“She loved him so much she concealed his name in many phrases, the inner meanings known only to her.”
“She loved him, more than she could ever find words for, but this love he felt for her was not quite the same. It wasn't so much stronger, as more demanding, more insistent. As though he feared he would lose that which he had finally won.”
Source: The Mammoth Hunters (with Bonus Content): Earth's Children, Book Three
“She loved him, though not at this particular moment.”
Source: The Comfort Of Strangers
“She loved his laughter. She loved that he faced the world with a reckless smile on his scarred face. Her heart crashed against her chest. A revelation descended. A revelation unrelated to the desire heating her blood.”
Source: Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed
“She loved it the way you can love only a certain number of arrangements of words across the span of a life . . . we had all loved something—some poem or passage or cluster of words—as much as Leslie loved Hannah's story.
It was the reason we were all there.”
Source: We Wish You Luck
“She loved me coming and going, at my worst and at my best. She had a bottomless well of love for me.”
Source: For One More Day
“She loved me deeply, madly and passionately. She knew no other way!”
“She loved me, in some mysterious sense I understood without her speaking it. I was her creation. We were one thing, like the wall and the rock growing out from it. -- Or so I ardently, desperately affirmed. When her strange eyes burned into me, it did not seem quite sure. I was intensely aware of where I sat, the volume of darkness I displaced, the shiny-smooth span of packed dirt between us, and the shocking separateness from me in my mama's eyes. I would feel, all at once, alone and ugly, almost - as if I'd dirtied myself - obscene.”
Source: Grendel
“She loved mysteries so much that she became one.”
Source: Paper Towns
“She loved old things. The brown-brick place was a survivor of the 1907 earthquake and fire, and proudly bore a plaque from the historical society. The building had a haunted history- it was the site of a crime of passion- but Tess didn't mind. She'd never been superstitious.
The apartment was filled with items she'd collected through the years, simply because she liked them or was intrigued by them. There was a balance between heirloom and kitsch. The common thread seemed to be that each object had a story, like a pottery jug with a bas-relief love story told in pictures, in which she'd found a note reading, "Long may we run. -Gilbert." Or the antique clock on the living room wall, each of its carved figures modeled after one of the clockmaker's twelve children. She favored the unusual, so long as it appeared to have been treasured by someone, once upon a time. Her mail spilled from an antique box containing a pigeon-racing counter with a brass plate engraved from a father to a son. She hung her huge handbag on a wrought iron finial from a town library that had burned and been rebuilt in a matter of weeks by an entire community.
Other people's treasures captivated her. They always had, steeped in hidden history, bearing the nicks and gouges and fingerprints of previous owners. She'd probably developed the affinity from spending so much of her childhood in her grandmother's antique shop.”
Source: The Apple Orchard
“She loved Patroklos, she loved Meryapi, and it had nothing to do with desire, only joy—to see them was joy; to breathe with them was joy; to ride with Patroklos on a cattle raid was joy; scanning the pines for ambush was joy; holding the shield to protect them from Anyasha’s arrows was joy. If she failed, they would die together, and that too was joy.”
Source: Wrath Goddess Sing