S Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with S. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“She represents love, beauty, purity, the ideal female and the moon...and she's the mystère of jealousy, vengeance and discord, AND, on the other hand, of love, perpetual help, goodwill, health, beauty and fortune.”
Source: On Beauty
“She represents something about the corporate world that repel me, some deep coldness masked as relentless cheerfulness.”
“She represents the un-vowed aspiration of the male human being, his potential infidelity - and infidelity of a very special kind, which would lead him to the opposite of his wife, to the woman of wax whom he could model at will, make and unmake in any way he wished, even unto death.”
“She resembled a rainbow and the pot of gold; rarely observed and never discovered.”
“She resembled the swallow in the fable who once every thousand years transferred a grain of wheat, in the hope of rearing a mountain to reach the moon. Such persons are raised up in every age; they obstinately insist on transporting their grains of wheat and they derive a certain exhilaration from the sneers of the bystanders. “How queerly they dress!” we cry. “How queerly they dress!”
Source: The Bridge of San Luis Rey
“She resented the way in which he walked in and out of her mind as if it was his own flat.”
Source: Gaudy Night
“She resents the chipped paint of the table and the dingy closet they call a dressing room. (Dark City Lights)”
“She resolved every day to:
1. Do something for someone else.
2. Do something for myself
3. Do something I don't want to do that needs doing.
4. Do a physical exercise
5. Do a mental exercise
6. Do an original prayer that always includes counting my blessings”
“She respected her husband in the same way as she respected the General Post Office, as something large, secure and fixed: and though she knew the small number of his talents she appreciated his abstract value as a male.”
Source: Dubliners: Top 100 Classic Novels
“She respected, she esteemed, she was grateful to him, she felt a real interest in his welfare; and she only wanted to know how far she wished that welfare to depend upon herself...”
Source: Pride and Prejudice
“She responded to him as if born for him-- and he was certain she was. More importantly, he was beginning to think he had been born for her.”
Source: Vendetta Road
“She responds by kissing me harder and longer and deeper. She loves me too. She's just afraid.”
Source: Rage: A Love Story
“She rested her head against his and felt, for the first time, what she would often feel with him: a self-affection. He made her like herself. With him, she was at ease: her skin felt as though it was her right size.”
“She rested her head against his and felt, for the first time, what she would often feel with him: a self-affection. He made her like herself.”
“She rested her head against his and felt, for the first time, what she would often feel with him: a self-affection. He made her like herself. With him, she was at ease; her skin felt as though it was her right size.. It seemed so natural, to talk to him about odd things. She had never done that before. The trust, so sudden and yet so complete, and the intimacy, frightened her.. But now she could think only of all the things she yet wanted to tell him, wanted to do with him.”
“She rested her head on his shoulder. "You're better than waffles, Matthias Helvar." A small smile curled the Fjerdan's lips. "Let's not say things we don't mean, my love.”
Source: Crooked Kingdom
“She rests in peace somewhere in heaven, As I am still counting the years, it has been seven, Of what made her happy back then is now hurting me much, As I delve through her memories here on earth, Dear Lord this love should never have taken birth. Of what made her happy back then is now hurting me much.”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“She rests on the floor in a pile of furs, and as she hums to herself, she unbraids her hair. It is such a simple, achingly beautiful moment that my chest hurts just to watch her.
I want this. I want to be with her, at her side when she prepares for bed. I want to watch her hum as she unwinds her plaits every night.”
Source: Barbarian's Tease
“She returned his gaze, struck by the sense of her own transformation, and overwhelmed by the beauty which a lifetime havit had taught her to ignore.”
“She returned his salute with a sly smile—a rare enough event that he eyed her suspiciously.
“Admiral Solovy, are you wearing a shit-eating grin because we won here today, or is there something else I should know?”
“There’s something else you should know.”
Source: Abysm
“She returned my kiss in that open-mouthed way that told me she was surrendering to my kinky inclinations.”
Source: Thump Thump Thump Through the Wall: A Loving Wife Gives Her Husband a Birthday Gift to Remember
“She returned to the crime scene. Got married for the second time.”
Source: Yet Another New Land
“She returned to the floor, and a tray appeared beside her with a sandwich, glass of milk, and some cubes of cantaloupe. She didn't know who brought it in, but she picked up a piece of the cantaloupe and examined it. The color matched some of the roses in the lady's garden, exactly what she needed for the flowers she'd drawn behind her butterfly.
Yellow, white, and a dab of red- she combined them on the plate until a soft peach colored her palette.
Walter thought she should grow up, like the lady wanted Oliver to do, but grown-ups didn't spend their nights dancing in gardens. Or painting. "I will stay a girl forever," she whispered, changing the lyrics from 'Peter Pan.' "And be banished if I don't."
She began to paint her butterfly.
"I'll never grow up," she chanted as she worked.
It wasn't until the first rays of dawn spilled across her paper that she began to feel sleepy. Her floor was covered with pictures and papers, but where others might see a mess, she saw a new world. There were flowers and trees and butterflies she'd brought to life with her hands. And her heart.
A lot of people thought she wasn't good at anything, but it wasn't true. She was good at making things.”
Source: Shadows of Ladenbrooke Manor
“She returned to the kitchen, where she'd been making sugared flowers. Mint leaves, tiny violets and old-fashioned rose petals, heavy with perfume, lay on the counter. Very gently she dipped each one into the stiff egg whites, then in confectioners' sugar, and then placed them on the baking sheet, which she put in the warm oven, the door ajar. It gave the room the scent of a garden, heady and sweet.
Sabine had planned to store the sweets in canning jars- there were still a few gaskets and lids left- and save them for cake. When she was a child, her grand-mère had once made her a Saint-Honoré for her birthday. It was the most wondrous cake in the world. Not a cake at all but a composition of tiny puffs of choux pastry filled with vanilla cream, very much like profiteroles, but molded together with caramel and covered with whipped chantilly cream fresh from the dairy. Her grand-mère decorated it with candied flowers and mint leaves.
Sabine never had anything like it before or since and suddenly wanted to make that cake again.”
Source: White Truffles in Winter
“She returned to where I stood, and handed over a flower. I inspected the borage, holding it up like a culinary scientist, noting the blue petals, offset by white stamens, and a raised white ball-like structure in the center, decorated with a purplish-blue pattern with hints of red that resembled a planet or a galactic moon. My heart skipped a beat. Aside from Marie's desserts, I'd never seen anything so beautiful.
"This flower is mystical and magical," I said. "Did fairies or aliens create them?"
"I'd go with fairies. The thought of aliens flips me out. Eat it," she said, and I did.
The flavors of this edible flower rolled on my tongue in waves. A crunch. A bitterness. And sweetness. I closed my eyes, reveling in the magic, the flavor, thinking about what we could do with this. I met her gaze.
"Oh my god. You're so right. They taste like cucumbers," I said, licking my lips.”
Source: Sophie Valroux's Paris Stars
“She returns to the confines of Her body. The circle dance is dizzying. Her body is no stranger to injury and has proven to be strong beyond any reasonable expectation, but this is not the heart of the matter.”
Source: I Am a Red Dress: Incantations on a Grandmother, a Mother, and a Daughter
“She rewrote the moment when Athena first met Arachne:
I wanted to soak into the fibers of her being. I wanted to dye her wool with my permanence. I wanted to be the crimson on her skin, in the way of cherries and pomegranates. I loved her arrogance.”
Source: Ordinary Love
“She rides as a man, goes unveiled as a man, fights as a man. Let her prove herself worthy as a man, worthy of her weapons and of our friendship.”
Source: The Woman Who Rides Like a Man
“She rides the sandworm of space!
She guides through all storms
Into the land of gentle winds.
Though we sleep by the snake's den,
She guards our dreaming souls.
Shunning the desert heat,
She hides us in a cool hollow.
The gleaming of her white teeth
Guides us in the night.
By the braids of her hair
We are lifted up to heaven!
Sweet fragrance, flower-scented,
Surrounds us in her presence.”
Source: Dune Messiah
“She robs me of my imagination, The symptoms are clear when she is near, My eyes won’t allow me to speak, Its even hard to describe her sins, Oh the August child and her innocence…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“She rocked her hips into him and gasped. “Do you have a sleeping cabin on this boat?”
His teeth brushed her ear. “Yes.”
“Do you have protection?”
Her question didn’t register through the haze of his hunger for her.
“Cannons, a cutlass, and a few pistols.”
She chuckled and kissed him again.
“How about condoms?”
Source: Magnolia Mystic
“She rocks on a phenomenal level… She is me!”
“She rode down the sidewalk, turned toward the shadow side of the street and melted into darkness. I didn't know it then, but after that night, I'd see less and less of Dove. She began to dabble with things best left undabbled with.”
Source: The Saturday Night Ghost Club
“She rolled her eyes. "Then what happened?"
Rubbing his temples, he glanced at the door. "Bethany and I were making out and something happened that never happened before."
Dee leaned back. A look of supreme disgust clouded her pretty face. "Uh, yuck if this is about any kind of premat-"
"Oh my God, shut and listen, okay?" He dragged a hand through his hair. "we were making out, and I lost my hold on my human form. I lit up like a freaking Christmas tree.”
“She rolls her eyes. "Great. Another shady loser. Just what you need."
"People make mistakes, Libby. No one is perfect."
She cackles loudly. "This coming from Miss Perfectionist."
"Hey---that isn't fair. I'm far from perfect."
"Oh, I know. Trust me, I've seen your closet."
"Yeah, well, maybe if Mom took me shopping all the time, my closet would look more like yours."
Libby shrinks back from the screen defensively. "Mom takes me shopping because we both like to shop. You hate shopping. You always have."
"Or maybe I never felt welcome."
"What? That's crazy. You were always welcome. You never wanted to come."
"That's not how I remember it."
Libby pulls her hair into a low ponytail. "You always think I get special treatment from Mom and Dad."
I let out a huff. "Uh, maybe because you do?"
"That's totally untrue. Like with the wedding? Dad is refusing to pay for those chairs, and he isn't budging."
"I'd hardly call that an act of cruelty. They're chairs. Their main function is to serve as a resting place for your ass."
"No, their main function is to look beautiful."
"Perhaps you are unfamiliar with what a chair does...”
Source: A Second Bite at the Apple
“She rolls over with a little protesting noise, reaching sleepily after me. Then she begins to register the raindrops as they connect with her skin, and she sits up with straight with a gasp. I'm busy sitting up too, because when you go to sleep wrapped around a pretty girl, there are some things going on first thing in the morning that you don't exactly want making headline news.”
Source: These Broken Stars
“She rose and bathed, and Parisa helped her to dress in her royal robes. Shirin pulled her hair into a style reminiscent of her first night with the king. Mahin covered her glowing black tresses with a colorful veil. Hettie placed the royal crown on her head and a ring on her finger. Rosana tucked jeweled sandals on her feet. And Jazmin spritzed the faint scent of lavender over her clothes.
Peace settled over Esther as Zareen held the golden mirror before her. She was ready. As ready as she was going to be. Olive oil moistened her lips, lest she appear as though she had been in mourning. The king must not know that yet.
"Shall we go with you?" Parisa asked, concern etched in her gaze. None of them looked at peace- not like the peace that Esther felt- but none of them had prayed as Esther had prayed, at least not with the knowledge she had. How could they? They had no idea what trials her people had been through. They did not know the history of the Jews had with Haman's people or how the Amalekites had attacked them when they were vulnerable on their journey out of Egypt. Hostility had existed between the Amalekites and the Israelites ever since.
She looked at each one, cupped each dear cheek. "You have been a blessing to me to attempt what I did not think I could ever do." She drew in a breath. "If I do not return, please know that I could have chosen no better maids. But do not mourn for me. Mourn for my people, and do what you can to tell your family and friends that we are not your enemies. Perhaps you will make a difference in my place.”
Source: Star of Persia:
“She rose and brushed the hair back from his face. "You read the flow of power the way others chart tides," she marveled. "It will make you a great leader.”
Source: The Demon in the Wood
“She rose and followed her bust from the room.”
“She rose and she remembered, remembered and rose, until she had gone too far for fear to snatch her back.”
Source: The Ghost Sitter
“She rose on her tiptoes and brushed a slow kiss to his lips. "This doesn't have to be a relationship, okay? Just let me be your muse."
He bent to taste her again and smiled. "And I'll be your Guardian.”
Source: Lure of Obsession
“She rose slowly. She didn't want to go. She also rather resented staying.”
Source: Lady Chatterley’s Lover
“She rose to her feet and preceded me into the garden twilight. Tall and queenly, the woman of mystery strolled among the silent trees and above her head the myriad stars glowed tenderly.”
Source: Demian: Die Geschichte von Emil Sinclairs Jugend
“She rose to his requirement, dropped The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.”
Source: Dickinson
“She rose too, not as if to meet him or to flee from him, but quietly, as though the worst of the task were done and she had only to wait; so quietly that, as he came close, her outstretched hands acted not as a check but as a guide to him.”
Source: The Age of Innocence
“She rounded on me with such ferocity that for a moment I didn’t recognize her. A flash of fangs, a dark gleam in her blacker-than-night eyes. It was the most vampiric I’d ever seen her.”
Source: Corcitura
“She rubbed her cheek on his chest like a sleepy cat. “I like when you hold me.”
Dios, she was going to break his heart. “I like when I hold you too.”
Source: To Command and Collar
“She rubbed her eyes, and after a long study of his face, she spoke "Is it really you?" Is it from your cheek, she thought, that I took the seed? The man nodded. His heart wobbled and he held tighter to the branches. It is.”
“She rubbed her fingers on my beard again. “This is new.” She tilted her head as if examining with her eyes now. Her fingers weren’t enough.
I worried she might not like the longer style I was carrying. “I can shave it off, if you want,” I said quickly.
“No!” And her slender fingers grabbed my beard. Yeah, it was long enough for that, and it still tugged painfully, so I winced. “Don’t you dare take it off. I like it,” she said with a rumble in her voice that sent vibrations all the way down. My Cupcake was possessive.”
Source: The Bodyguard's Second Chance
“She rubbed her lips over him, then lifted her head to meet his eyes. "Tell me what you like."
"Everything," he choked out. "I like everything you're doing."
"Tell me," she insisted....
Although it nearly killed him to say it, he mumbled, "Start slow. Make me beg for it.”
Source: Midnight Rescue