S Quotes
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“She pulls me toward her, tells me, “You’re sweet, you know that?” I crack a smile. Life will not tear us apart this time. Our hearts will see to it.”
Source: Gray
“She pulls off the mask and her beautiful face warms you inside. Too bad she's frowning. "You have hypothermia," she says. "I'll get some blankets to warm you."
"Best cure for hypothermia is skin-to-skin contact." Your words come stronger now because Simi is here, and she's real and her tears are deliciously hot and they remind you of other places that can be hot and hopefully she'll take you to bed so you can hold her and make the cold go away. "I think you should take off our clothes and lie on top of me.”
Source: To Have and to Heist
“She pulls the eyes out with a face like a magnet.”
“She pursed her lips and nodded, swiveling around to continue her survey of my modest living space. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest as she strolled around. Letting out a long, deep breath, she dropped her hands to her sides when she reached my DVD collection.
“Downton Abbey?”
I jolted forward, clearing my throat. “Yeah, it’s uh…it’s a good show.”
Source: Declaration
“She pursued his lips,' Zach laughs. 'Another one I misread! Pursued for "pursed." You know. She pursed her lips. So whenever you do that now, reach out and touch my lips to shut me up? I think, she pursued his lips.'
'That's so silly,' smiles Rachel.
'I know that. Now I'm pursuing your lips,' he adds.
When Zach kisses her, Rachel is often aware of the pulse in his lower labial, a small heartbeat there. She is aware of a pulsing and a slight thickening of tissue. How many times has this boy bled from his mouth? How many times.”
Source: Be My Wolff
“She pushed and elbowed and knocked and strained to catch him, and finally, she did, reaching out for his hand--adoring the fact that neither of them wore gloves, loving the way their skin came together, the way his brought wonderful heat in a lush, irresistible current.
He felt it too.
She knew it because he stopped the instant they touched, turning to face her, grey eyes wild as Devonshire rain. She knew it because he whispered her name, aching and beautiful and soft enough for only her to hear.
And she it because his free hand rose, captured her jaw and titled her face up to him even as he leaned down and stole her lips and breath and thought in a kiss that she would never in her lifetime forget.
The was like food and drink, like sleep, like breath. She needed it with the same elemental desire and she cared not a bit that all of London was watching. Yes, she was masked, but it did not matter. She would have stripped to her chemise for this kiss. To her skin.
Their fingers still intertwined, he wrapped their arms behind her back and pulled her to him, claiming her mouth with lips and tongue and teeth, marking her with one long luscious kiss that went on and on until she thought she might die from the pleasure of it. Her free hand was in his hair then, tangling in the soft locks, loving their silky promise.
She was lost, claimed and fairly consumed by the intensity of the kiss, and for the first time in her life, Pippa gave herself up to emotion, pouring every bit of her desire and her passion and her fear and her need into this moment This caress.
This man.
This man, who was everything she had never allowed herself to dream she would find.
This man, who made her believe in friendship. In partnership..
In love”
Source: One Good Earl Deserves a Lover
“She pushed herself through the opening, around an ornament that was simultaneously a hanging light bulb and a uvula, and stepped inside. She entered the Mouth, the Throne Room, the Jaws of the Devouring God, or maybe just another in a series of countless double-wides gutted and lashed together with scavenged steel and magic, the bare skeleton of an illusory power. Tongue. The Devourer. God, the Devil, or nobody at all.”
Source: The War Beneath
“She pushed him back to the desk, poking his chest.
“I may punch you, bite you, crush your nuts between my thighs. It’s going to be the best hate sex I’ve ever had. And your survival is not my first concern.”
Source: Playing with Fire
“She pushed his massive chest, which was as effective as if she pushed granite. "What are you made of, bloody stone?"
He chuckled, eyes full of mirth. "Sometimes.”
Source: Knights of Stone: Lachlan
“She pushed off her toes toward me, guiding my head down, and gently kissed my lips. No. This wouldn’t be goodbye. I’d fill her up and make her realize she’d always be empty without me.
I made Echo mine. My hands claimed her hair, her back. My lips claimed her mouth, her tongue. Her body shook against mine and I tasted salty wetness on her skin. She forced her lips away and I latched tighter to her. “No, baby, no,” I whispered into her hair.
She pushed her palms against my chest, then became a blur as she ran past. “I’m sorry.””
Source: Pushing the Limits
“She pushed out of his embrace, stepping away in an attempt to find her breath. The room tilted crazily. Unexplored emotions, the impossibility of it all. She touched a finger to her lips,”
Source: Time of the Rose
“She pushed the bolt across the door and sat abruptly in the first chair. Her romance was over; even though she rebelled against the fact, she knew that it was so. She felt faint and sick and desperately tired of being alive. If death could come quietly and peacefully she would accept it, would sink into it as one sank into a bed wanting only sleep and self-forgetfulness.”
Source: Ross Poldark
“She pushed the book towards them, and Harry and Ron read:
The ancient study of alchemy is concerned with making the Philosopher's Stone, a legendary substance with astonishing powers. The Stone will transform any metal into pure gold. It also produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal.
There have been many reports of the Philosopher's Stone over the centuries, but the only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr Nicolas Flamel, the noted alchemist and opera-lover. Mr Flamel, who celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday last year, enjoys a quiet life in Devon with his wife, Perenelle (six hundred and fifty-eight).”
Source: Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone: Illustrated Edition (Harry Potter Illustrated Edtn) & Unofficial Harry Potter - The Ultimate Amazing Complete Quiz Book 2 Books Collection Set
“She pushed the button and like a miracle her head filled with the sound of Jerry Trupiano’s voice… and more importantly, with the sounds of Fenway Park. She was sitting out here in the darkening, drippy woods, lost and alone, but she could hear thirty thousand people. It was a miracle.”
Source: The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon
“She pushed the door open further, revealing herself to be clad in nothing but a Grecian-inspired arrangement of draped bed linens. The graceful angles of her bared shoulders and arms stood bright against the darkness. Her knot of steam-dampened hair could be so easily undone. A flick of his wrist would send it spilling free, flowing like molten gold between his fingers.
And those bed linens... a single tug, and they'd be a puddle on the floor.”
Source: The Wallflower Wager
“She pushed the gardener away and called for them. In her sleep she had seen love. It was poisoning. It was possessing. Devouring. Or it was seven pairs of boots climbing up the stairs to find her.”
“She put a hit on her boyfriend, so it's not like she hasn't murdered someone." "And you know that how?" Sam asks. I'm trying really hard to be honest, but telling the whole thing to Sam seems beyond me. Still, the fragments sound ridiculous on their own. "She said so. In the park." He rolls his eyes. "Because the two of you were so friendly." "I guess she mistook me for someone else." I sound so much like Philip that it scares me. I can hear the menace in my tone. "Who?" Sam asks, not flinching. I force my voice back to normal. "Uh, the person who killed him.”
“She put a spoonful of mint chocolate chip in her mouth. [...]
"Let me try it."
She held her bowl toward him, but he didn't put his spoon in it. He trailed his fingers over her jaw as he tipped her head back and sealed his lips over hers. His tongue speared into her mouth, and the salt of him mixed with the flavor of the ice cream. She didn't know if she was mortified, shocked, aroused or all three.”
Source: The Kiss Quotient
“She put a wedge beside my heart And then she brought the mallet down She sang no song to guide her work I lost my heart without a sound”
“She put all of her weight against the sill of the balcony, her lovesick heart ready and willing to join the man she loved. She closed her eyes and pushed herself forward. From three stories high, she plummeted to the earth. Before hitting the ground, she swore she saw him, racing down from the heavens and lifting her up towards God’s domain where lovers never ceased to rule.”
Source: The Odd and The Strange: A Collection of Very Short Fiction
“She put an elbow on the table and leaned with her chin on her hand, the flesh of her arm looking rounded, solid, smooth. There were no angles to her at all, thought Frances with envy. She was all warm colour and curve. How well she filled her own skin! She might have been poured into it, like treacle.”
Source: The Paying Guests
“She put both her hands on his shoulders and gazed at him long, with a deep look of ecstasy and yet searchingly. She scrutinized his face to make up for the time she had not seen him. She compared, as she did at every interview with him, the image her fancy painted of him (incomparably finer than, and impossible in actual existence) with his real self.”
“She put her hand in his, and he clasped it firmly, knowing he had been waiting for her all his life.”
Source: TO BE THE BEST
“She put her hand on her chest. “I have magic yet. If you will set the clock working again, then I must be still. I have read quite as many stories as you, September. More, no doubt. And I know a secret you do not: I am not the villain. I am no dark lord. I am the princess in this tale. I am the maiden, with her kingdom stolen away. And how may a princess remain safe and protected through centuries, no matter who may assail her? She sleeps. For a hundred years, for a thousand. Until her enemies have all perished and the sun rises over her perfect, innocent face once more.”
“She put her hand on her hip. "Where are you going?" "To the boat. You called me Lord Bill again. That means we're cool." Cerise slapped her forehead with the heel of her hand and followed him.”
Source: Bayou Moon
“She put her hand on my shoulder, and her eyes let me know, just crouch down, hold tight, there's a little bit of pain for you, but not too much.”
Source: Bobcat and Other Stories
“She put her hands on her hips and surveyed the area with a cocky smile on her face. The smirk spread when the traitor met my gaze.
"No hello for your old friend?" she asked me. "Don't be rude Baby Face."
"Go to hell, Wynn.”
Source: Taste of Darkness
“She put her hands on her hips. "You're not human."
"Neither are you."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Ethereal comes to mind.”
Source: Take a Risk Bundle
“She put her head down on the table and cried all the tears that she knew she should have cried in the past year and a half. But they weren't ready then, they were now.”
“She put her head in her hands and began to cry softly. He felt confused and bitterly unhappy. A part of him wanted to go to her, to hold and comfort her, but he wasn’t prepared to be pushed away in cold anger all over again. He waited in his chair and felt the room expand until there was an emptiness the size of the desert between them.”
Source: Wisdoms of the Light
“She put her palms to her temple, shaking her head. "I'm not going to lie--I forgot about our plans. I've had such a lousy day ...." She raised her eyes to meet his. "That's no excuse. I'm so sorry.”
Source: Tarts & Turnovers
“She put her tongue out and felt the raw edges of the torn silk. She looped her tongue around them and drew them into her teeth. Just a little bit, she thought, that's all I need to free my eyelids. She pulled the tasteless web between her teeth and ground, pulling her jaw down in a grimace - it felt as it she was eating the very skin off her face. But the silk over her eyelids shifted.”
Source: The Dead Path
“She put her two hands over her ribs to hold her heart in place and also out of modesty to quiet its immodest thud.”
Source: A Grace Paley Reader: Stories, Essays, and Poetry
“She put in the work every day. Gently pouring cups of love into herself. She made sure that no one would dare enter her oasis without approval. An oasis that was unlike any other.”
“She put on her lace collar. She put on her new hat and he never noticed; and he was happy without her.”
Source: Mrs. Dalloway
“She put one hand on mine. “When someone is in your heart, they’re never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.”
Source: For One More Day
“She put others before herself and yet you hate her. What did she do to you?”
“She put out her hand and touched his forearm, as she would have touched some piece of porcelain or sculpture, just for the sheer animal pleasure of feeling its shape and curve beneath her fingertips.”
Source: The Shell Seekers
“She put so much love and magic into her baking. I bet you all had your favorite-" Kat tries to swallow her tears but she can't.
"Pistachio cream croissants!" Noa shouts out.
Kat blinks, scanning the crowd for the perpetrator and sees Noa looking up at her, grinning.
Kat nods. "My favorite too."
She looks out at the congregation again, blinking back her tears.
"Zucchini and caramelized onion pizza!" someone else shouts.
Kat sniffs, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Tiramisu cheesecake!"
"Vanilla and elderflower brownies!"
"Cinnamon and nutmeg biscuits!"
"Spiced chocolate cake!"
Kat starts to smile. She looks out at the congregation, at their happy, memory-filled faces, the taste of Cosima's baking still on their tongues, and feels her heart begin to lift.
"Passion fruit and pear cannoli!"
"Chocolate and pistachio cream cupcakes!" shouts Amandine.
"Dough twists dipped in Nutella!" Heloise calls out.”
Source: The Witches of Cambridge
“She put the letter down on the table, choosing to ignore it. After three seconds, she glanced at the letter and picked it up again, re-reading it and giving the event a bit more thought. She smiled little-wicked before putting it back in her bag.
The Eventual Novelist looked directly at her, bee-lined to her table, stopped stock-still, and said, “Whatever it is, don't be like me and put it off”, before scurrying back to his table to do whatever he was doing before.
Seanna decided that it was to time to drink up and go home.”
“She puts her hand forward. "Come on, let's do a yay team!"
Blake immediately puts her hand on top of Nia's.
"I'm not doing that," I say.
"Wolfie, do not deny us this simple pleasure. C'mon."
I roll my eyes and put my hand on top of theirs.
"Yay team!" Squeals Blake. And she's supposed to be the sensible one.”
Source: Queen of the Night
“She puts her head on his shoulder, and for a second, it's like the other good night, the night of the bonfire, the brief lifting of the yoke, freedom from the circle: Marco hurting Anna, Anna hurting Ted, Ted hurting Rachel, these endless rounds of jealousy and harm.”
Source: You Know You Want This: Cat Person and Other Stories
“She quaffs tea with the air of a sailor drinking whiskey.”
Source: 100 Countryside Scenes Adult Coloring Book: An Adult Coloring Book Featuring 100 Amazing Coloring Pages with Beautiful Beautiful Flowers, and Romantic ... Countryside Landscapes
“She questioned everything and was obedient to only one thing—her heart.”
“She quickly interpreted him into her mythology but if, at first, he was a herbivorous lion, later he became a unicorn devouring raw meat.”
Source: Love
“She quickly jumped back in with her favorite part of cooking, the smells that would infuse the restaurant from open to close. Nutty olive oil , zesty herbs, briny oysters, lusty chocolate, pungent cheese, crisp greens, fresh citrus, bracing vinegar.”
Source: Georgia's Kitchen
“She quickly perceived that the male figure rapidly receding in the distance pulling an empty sled was somehow connected to the small human package lying in the snowbank.”
Source: Refugee Girl: A Memoir
“She quickly realised they ranged from the minor and quotidian ('I regret not doing any exercise today') to the substantial ('I regret not telling my father I loved him before he died').”
Source: The Midnight Library
“She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.”
Source: The Collected Writings
“She quilted her tears into a blanket no one else had the courage to wrap around her.”
Source: Honey Girl: A Lyrical Southern Gothic Story of Love, Loss, and Redemption