S Quotes
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“She often had to remind herself that she couldn't do everything alone. She wasn't always the best person for the job. Sometimes she got tunnel vision and forgot about what other people needed.”
“She often spoke to falling seeds and said, "Ah hope you fall on soft ground," because she had heard seeds saying that to each other as they passed. The familiar people and things had failed her so she hung over the gate and looked up the road towards way off. She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie's first dream was dead, so she became a woman.”
“She often wished that she would wake up one day with some kind of epiphany that would satisfy her mother; some sort of realization that would set her life back into motion; a missing gear into the machine that her mother wanted desperately to fix.”
Source: Laurie
“She once again thought about how badly she wanted to crawl back beneath the mound of already cooling blankets that covered her bed like an inviting nest.”
Source: The Body Finder
“She once complained that her stories were like 'birds bred in cages,' but that concentrated atmosphere, that claustrophobic hothouse of emotion, was her talent. Her stories were little masterpieces of compression: she succinctly contained whole lifetimes in a few pages, every moment loaded with as much as it could bear.”
Source: Uncommon Arrangements: Seven Portraits of Married Life in London Literary Circles 1910-1939
“She once said, 'I'm really a little prudish, which people may think incongruous'. I take a prudish point of view on certain films, books, and trends. Then, I pull myself up short and ask myself how Gypsy Rose Lee could possibly be this way.I thought that quote was so telling, a key insight into the way she so carefully separated who she was from her meticulous creation.”
“She once told me I was her favorite toy, but it never really made any sense, since she did everything in her power to break me.”
Source: The Art of Being Friends
“She once told me of a night that fumed with escapes and was filled with bedsides reeking of ecstasy; she told me the stars cast not judgments, but blessings, knowing full well the disastrous outcomes of the deeds they cradled with the strings of their young hearts. She’d inhaled the night itself, those around her doing the same, and so all become one. No disharmony. No discordance. Nothing to shatter the cause; nothing to unearth the beauty. So as we together ascended that front porch, allowing the glow behind the blown-out windows and the odious steams plunder us from through the cracks...time forgot to distill us, and our steps became as silver as glass. I could no longer deny the boiling words of my blood: tonight would be the beginning of a very long road indeed.”
Source: Sleepeth Not, the Bastard
“She once told me that she stalks me day and night
She has me in her feelings and in her sight...
Her heart keeps telling me things in the night that she is afraid to tell me in daylight...
My heart know that she loves me
But life is strange and we never know where two people will end up next
Love and soul are not to behold
Her eyes speak in unknown words
And we continue to drift sometimes nearer
and sometimes apart!!”
“She once used me with that insolence, that in revenge I took her to pieces; sifted her, and separated her failings; I studied 'em, and got 'em by rote. The catalogue was so large, that I was not without hopes, one day or other to hate her heartily.”
“She only came back when she felt like it, in dreams and lies and broken-down deja vu.”
Source: Eleanor & Park
“She only drank rusty water. One of natures mistakes. One of natures mistakes. She had wire hair, yes. Oh, I'm sorry, have another cup. Have another cup. Or would you like something stronger? Oh yes. Nobody would pass her house. They all had to go into the fall out shelter. Everyone who passed her house.The had to go into the fall out shelter. Shower before they came out. But she was not radio active. Very nice girl. Knew her since she was a baby, a little baby with little wire hairs and all. Very nice girl. I'd hate to have her point at me. Her fingers lit up. Yes, her toes, too. She couldn't wear shoes. Scooped out cement blocks. Of course she had a name. Valeria Trumpet. Named after an old Roman goddess, I think. An electric monster. No, nobody ever knew her well enough to call her Val. Poor Valeria. Valeria, without a nickname.”
Source: The Dream World of Dion McGregor
“She only felt that the candle would burn better, the packing go easier, the world be happier, if she could give and receive some human love.”
Source: A Room with a View
“She only felt the candle would burn better, the packing go easier, the world be happier, if she could give and receive some human love.”
Source: A Room with a View
“She only is chaste, who is chaste where there is no danger of detection: she who does not, because she may not, does.”
“She only maintains that it is possible, under some circumstances, for a lady to murder her husband; but that a woman who wears ankle-strap shoes and smokes on the street corner, though she may be a joy to all who know her and have devoted her life to charity, could never qualify as a lady.”
Source: Miss Manners' Guide for the Turn-of-the-Millennium
“She only modelled for him once,' Max said stubbornly, leaning the canvases back against the wall and replacing the sheet.
'Once, twice or umpteen times, it's proof she knew Spataro... how shall we put it?... on terms a man who loved her might resent.'
'There are lots of artists in Montparnasse, Appelby, and lots of artists' models.'
'I wouldn't like it. And I bet Sir Henry didn't like it either.'
'There was nothing between Corinne and Spataro.'
'That's the problem, isn't it?' Appelby pointed with the stem of his pipe at the shrouded paintings. 'There may have been *literally* nothing between them.”
Source: The Ways of the World
“She only throws plates at him sometimes.”
“What does he do?”
“He ducks. And then buys more plates.”
Jennifer to Brandon on what its like to be married in her family”
Source: Volatile
“She only turned once
and looked straight
into my eyes
confused, corrupted, captivated
I was
no more wise”
Source: journey ...
“She only wanted to live in the moment, with the love of her life, and chase every happy ending that she could find with him.”
Source: Changed
“She open her eyes and met his. The impact was so strong he was amazed that his figures continued playing with out pause.”
“She opened her eyes and met his. The impact was so strong he was amazed that his fingers continued playing without pause.”
Source: Cry Wolf
“She opened her eyes as she knifed through the water, and the underwater world danced in light: the sandy bottom shimmered, and beautiful lake stones- Leland blues, agate, jasper, and Petoskey stones- dotted the depths like forgotten gemstones.”
Source: The Recipe Box
“She opened her eyes. "Is this real?"
"Very real." I brushed the soaked strands off her cheek, wondering if I was lying or not and if I should care if I was. "Angel, let me kiss you.”
“She opened her eyes slowly and saw that a pale lavender moth had come to a rest on the back of her hand. She watched it from her pillow, wondering if it was real. It reminded her of her husband Matt's favorite T-shirt, which she'd hidden in a bag of sewing, unable to throw it away. It had a large faded moth on the front, the logo of a cover band out of Athens called the Mothballs.
That T-shirt, that moth, always brought back a strange memory of when she was a child. She used to draw tattoos of butterflies on her arms with Magic Markers. She would give them names, talk to them, carefully fill in their colors when they started to fade. When the time came that they wanted to be set free, she would blow on them and they would come to life, peeling away from her skin and flying away.”
Source: Lost Lake
“She opened her eyes to find a strange man above her.
"Ahh," he sighed. "Your eyes are the color of jade. I imagined them to be dark, like your hair. How strange."
She continued to stare at him without a word. His figure loomed over her, and he stared at her with large, black eyes, like those of a bird, she thought. His thin, black hair fell past his chin, making him appear delicate, almost beautiful. His lips curved to a smile.
"I find you just as beautiful, my dear," he said.
His statement shocked her; it was as if he'd read her thoughts.
"Yes, I know what you think presently, but…." He paused for a moment. "Not all of them. You keep something hidden from me. Hmm, how strange. Very well. It seems you are more interesting than I first thought."
"What is it that you want?" she spat out.
"Oh, please do not start with that nonsense," he chided. "My plans are not for you to know. However, I will assure you that now I have seen you, I plan to keep you, at least for a while.”
Source: Ruby
“She opened her mouth but did not immediately speak, and I felt, simultaneously, the impulse to coax the words from her and the impulse to suppress them. I always thought I wanted to know a secret, or I wanted an event to unfold – I wanted my life to start – but in those rare moments when it seemed like something might actually change, panic shot through me.”
Source: Prep: a novel
“She opened her mouth to answer, but he was already kissing her. She had kissed him so many times—soft gentle kisses, hard and desperate ones, brief brushes of the lips that said good-bye, and kisses that seemed to go on for hours—and this was no different. The way the memory of someone who had once lived in a house might linger even after they were gone, like a sort of psychic imprint, her body remembered Jace. Remembered the way he tasted, the slant of his mouth over hers, his scars under her fingers, the shape of his body under her hands.”
Source: City of Lost Souls
“She opened her mouth wide in a silent scream and his release caught him, hard and fast as he kissed her openmouthed. He tore his mouth from hers and shouted his triumph. She was his, now and forevermore, until the end of time, until the seas ran dry and man no longer roamed the earth, amen.
His and only his.
She slumped against him, the scent of their passion musky in the night air.
“Sleep,” he murmured to her, and held her against himself, his cock still buried deep.
She was caught and he had no intention of ever letting her go.”
Source: Scandalous Desires
“She opened her purse which was like a small autumn field and near the fallen branches of an old apple tree, she found her keys.”
Source: Revenge of the Lawn: Stories 1962-1970
“She opened Myrtle's bureau drawers, investigating her underwear. Some of it was silk, quality stuff, but to Nettie most of the good things looked old. The same was true of the dresses hung on her side of the closet. Nettie went on to the bathroom, where she inventoried the pills in the medicine cabinet, and from there to the sewing room, where she admired the dolls. A nice house. A lovely house. Too bad the man who lived here was a piece of shit.”
Source: Needful Things
“She opened the capers, green and freckled as amphibians, and with a teaspoon eased them from their brine. The olives were next, and she pushed pits from the aubergine-dark fruits, dropping their flesh into the tomato sauce. She ate as many as she added, and, as she stirred, she spat out the stones.
The sauce bubbled, and the hob became flecked with red. Heat had started to rise in the kitchen, and she turned to the parsley, cool as morning grass. She chopped the herb to a finely mown darkness, her fingertips stained lawn-green when she pulled back, when she wiped the blade of her knife.”
Source: Piglet
“She opened the door farther, tense, waiting for the moment when all hell broke loose. Hell seemed content to stay bound, at least for the moment.”
Source: Into the Drowning Deep
“She opened the fridge and took out butter and eggs and left them on the worktop. She filled the cups of four muffin trays with pink paper liners decorated with red and white hearts. She refused to dwell on the fact that Sunday was Valentine's Day, and that whichever customers bought one or more of her special sweetheart cupcakes tomorrow (strawberry center, white chocolate icing, sugar-paste heart on top) would in all likelihood be spending Valentine's Day with someone they loved, and who loved them back.”
Source: Semi-Sweet
“She opened the hidden door and entered the tree. There were stairs and she took them down, her eyes shining like opals of uncertain fortunes.
Inside she stayed for days, weeks, years, or perhaps many lifetimes, nobody will ever know.
Until came the day and the stairs were gone, and her home in the tree was no longer what she needed. She found herself outside in the forest with nothing to guide her except the voice in her head that told her to walk.
She walked for days until she found a marked path and a wrinkled map. That map took her around the world, and she experienced wonder, magic, riches, but also tragedy, misery and poverty. She met people of all cultures, colors and beliefs. She ate food she had never tasted before and drank from the generous cups of the people she met.
Finally, she took all that home, back to her tree, but she didn’t go in and hide. She knew she had a responsibility to share what she had learned, that we are all together.
If her cup had more than theirs, she would fill them up so they could fill up someone else’s. That way she would try and get her message across.
When we all have the same, are the same, we all survive. Together.”
“She opened the kitchen door and the smells came to greet her. The sensual, come-hither scent of chocolate cake. Mint, for the customer who always liked hers fresh-picked for her late-night tea. Red pepper seeds and onion skins, waiting in the compost pail that Finnegan had not, she could tell, emptied last night. Cooked boar meat from a ragout sauce that was a winter tradition, the smell striding toward her like a strong, sweaty hunter.”
Source: The Lost Art of Mixing
“She opened the oven with a potholder and poked a meat fork into both buttercup squash halves cooking under tinfoil, one stuffed with sausage and sage and the other with butter, apples, black walnuts, and cinnamon. She pressed the side of the fork against the chicken Titus had brought them last night. Herself had inspired to guide Dorothy through stuffing it, and a little extra stuffing was in a pan on the shelf below. As she closed the door, the sausage, cinnamon, and chicken smells wafted into the warm room.”
Source: The Waters
“She opened the satchel.
And honestly, fate couldn't have provided a better prize at the end of a scavenger hunt.
She pulled out a beautiful, sparkling crown.
Her large green eyes grew even larger. Despite the hour and lack of sunlight, its jewels still managed to shimmer and twinkle in a magical, expensive way. Rapunzel might not have had much experience with royal gems or any kind of precious stone, but it was very clear that these were those. The thing was straight out of a fairy tale, what a princess would be wearing when she was turned back from a swan. The giant diamonds were even shaped like swans' eggs. Under each was a round pink ruby, and threading between them was a strand of perfectly round pearls.
She turned it over in her hands, tracing the tiny, intricately wound gold wire that held it all together.
And there, in a small flat patch of smooth metal, was the artist's mark-- and a multi-rayed sun symbol.
The same one on her bracelet clasp.
The same one that she constantly painted and dreamed of. The one that meant life and happiness and energy in the personal vocabulary of Rapunzel's soul.”
Source: What Once Was Mine
“She opened the tin to show Candace the dark red strands, a fortune in her palm, dearer than this much caviar, this many shaved truffles; it was for spices like this that Columbus had set out in his ship. "Each strand is handpicked from the center of a crocus flower that blooms two weeks of the year.”
Source: The Love Season
“She opens her eyes.
“Adelina?” she whispers, blinking. And all I can see before me is the little sister who used to braid my hair, who sang to me and whimpered under the stairs, who bandaged my broken finger and came to me when the thunder rolled outside. She is my sister, always, even in death, even beyond.
My heart twists again as I think of what I am doing, and I choke back a sob. Oh, Magiano. I will miss all the days we will never have, all the moments we will never share. Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me.
I open my mouth. I mean to tell my sister I’m sorry, sorry I couldn’t save her in the mountains, sorry I didn’t listen to her, I didn’t tell her more often that I loved her. I am ready to say a thousand words.
But I say none of them. Instead, I say, “The deal is done.”
A faint glow encircles Violetta. The pillar vanishes. She sucks in a deep gasp of air, then falls to her knees. She is alive.”
Source: The Midnight Star
“She opens her eyes as the fury continues, pinning me with her glare. Her gaze reached into my soul as I spin the music back to the simple melody at its core—our melody. A moment of recognition washes over her, followed by regret, fear, terror. An entire kaleidoscope of emotions exists within a single heartbeat.”
Source: Transcend
“She opens the door from inside, coffin-like. -Hope and Storm”
“She ordered a martini and encouraged me to, but said she couldn't drink it with her medication. She just liked seeing it in front of her, like the old days, all set to do its little magic.”
Source: Canada
“She ought to call him Benjamin, but it was too intimate, too soft.
"My lord?" she ventured, only half serious.
"Good, God, no."
She bit back a smile. "Husband?" she took a sip of wine.
He grunted. "Are we to become Quakers?”
“She outpaced Severn. Whole years of her life had been narrowly defined by the fact that she couldn't even keep up.”
Source: Cast in Shadow
“She overcame a moment of hesitation and glanced at Jared. All the lights in his crazy gray eyes were dancing. A shiver went through her, a ripple of his delight. She felt again the way she had at the Crying Pools and at her house, the thrill of sharing your secret soul and having someone think it was wonderful.”
Source: Unspoken
“She overslept, was rude to her barista at Starbucks, and had an inexplicable craving for Baskin Robbins. She moped. She pouted. And even though she’d hexed a man to fawn over her, repeatedly going, “Hey, you look familiar, can I buy you a drink?” with no recollection of the ten previous times he’d done it, she found no pleasure in the hijinks. She was in a funk. It bothered her.”
Source: The Wrath of Con
“She owes me nothing, and her truth is her own. To bury or not.”
Source: War Hour
“She owned the road
as an elephant owns the veldt
and like a big blue elephant
moved with massive grace
and dignity.”
Source: Overdue Notice: Poems from the Library
“She owned who she was and accepted it. Then she went on and conquered the world.”