S Quotes
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“She said... welcome to the world little one. The world can now be a better place with your guidance, love and grace. Your life will be packed full with travel, school and yes of course so many rules. Remember to keep God first, be kind and always be fair. I love you more than words can say and for you I will always pray!”
“She said, "Well, that's right, she's going to heaven very soon. And now it's time for us to say good-bye to her and tell her how much we love her."
Mary martha nodded and looked at the needlepoint in her hands.
"Will her brain still be hurt, in heaven?" she asked.
[Rebecca]....said, "Do you remember that time at the beach, when you went into the water with Gran-Gran and the waves were too big and she lifted you up over them? And you two were laughing so much and you said she was the coolest grandmother in the world?"
Mary Martha smiled. "Yes"
"That is how she will be in heaven," Rebecca said.”
Source: The Monk Upstairs
“She said, "What do you think the punishment is for what we are doing?"
"Death, maybe life in prison." He replied.
"Awesome!" She laughs.
RED-Bruce Willis”
Source: Nightwolves Siren's Song
“She said...what if for now, I simply try to touch on soul at a time. The ripple effect will be ongoing.”
“She said writting novels was like childbirth: if you truly remembered how awful it got, you'd never do it again.”
Source: This Lullaby
“She said yes! She could have bargained for more.”
Source: The New Land
“She said "You are such a warm-hearted person. Such persons are rare these days!"
And he said "Few people care for anyone else these days But you are so caring!”
“She said, “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you? The Great Judge always orders the death of the leaders of the territory he takes over. I want you to know that I am ready for death, but I wish to make one request of my conqueror.”
It was not the moment to disillusion her about her fate. But there was no doubt that she was in a melodramatic state. He guessed he was about to have some sort of emotional appeal made to him. He said, in an even voice, “Any reasonable request, which does not conflict with my instructions, will be granted to your highness.”
She came toward him, swaying a little, and there was a hint of imminent tears in the way she held her mouth, and in her voice, as she said, “General, to you this conquest of Jorgia may only be an episode, but for me it is the end of an era. In my death throes, I have wild thoughts about many things.
To me, being the conquered is laden with symbolic meanings, and somehow the conqueror is interwoven into these symbols. I am woman, conquered, and you are man, conqueror. Although I had no more than a fleeting glimpse of you . . . earlier . . . I had then the feeling of fear and hate . . . and love.”
He didn’t have to lock the door. That had been done automatically on his earlier instructions.
He lifted the woman lightly into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. The fire that was in her made her reach for him. She had strength, this woman, at this moment, as she grasped at him and pulled him down.
In the pale light of dawn, they lay side by side, exhausted but not asleep, and she said, “You’ll never forget me, will you?”
“Never,” said Marin.
“You may kill me now,” she said, sighing. “I feel a rightness in me. The defect is consummated.”
And he thought, wonderingly, Perhaps it had been two condemned people clutching at a last fling of life. For, unless he could find a solution to his problem, he was really condemned. And she thought she was.”
Source: The Mind Cage
“She said, "'Ye can we get married at the mall?"
I said, "Look, you need to crawl 'fore you ball
Come and meet me in the bathroom stall
And show me why you deserve to have it all."”
“She said, "As long as we're with each other--" "We know we're in exactly the right place," he finished.”
Source: Once Upon a Marigold
“She said, "Do you have more things that you need, or more that you don't need?" I said, "It depends on what it means to need.”
Source: Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel
“She said, "I will go no farther." "There is no choice. We can only go on." The magician said again. "We can only go on.”
Source: The Last Unicorn
“She said, "It's not life or death, the labyrinth." "Um, okay. So what is it?" "Suffering," she said. "Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That's the problem. Bolivar was talking about the pain, not about the living or dying. How do you get out of the labyrinth of suffering?... Nothing's wrong. But there's always suffering, Pudge. Homework or malaria or having a boyfriend who lives far away when there's a good-looking boy lying next to you. Suffering is universal. It's the one thing Buddhists, Christians, and Muslims are all worried about."”
“She said, "You may be able to implant an image, even a taste or a smell, but I don't think you can implant the feelings that went with the experience that created the memory.”
“She said, "You're a warrior. So how do you kill without rage?" "In compassion. Because of necessity." Hrahima set the empty water bowl back in Samarkar's hands. "The same way you carry water.”
Source: Range of Ghosts
“She said, 'Believe it or not, I used to be idealistic.' I asked her what 'idealistic' meant. 'It means you live by what you think is right.' 'You don't do that anymore?' 'There are questions I don't ask anymore.”
Source: Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel
“She said, 'I'm so afraid.' And I said, 'why?,' and she said, 'Because I'm so profoundly happy, Dr. Rasul. Happiness like this is frightening.' I asked her why and she said, 'They only let you be this happy if they're preparing to take something from you.”
Source: The Kite Runner
“She said, 'I'm your biggest fan,' and I said, 'Who are you?' She said, 'Paris Hilton.'”
“She said, 'You can be broken, or broken open. That choice is yours.'”
“She said, tell me, are you a Christian, child? I said, Ma'am, I am tonight.”
“She said, why don't we both just sleep on it tonight,
And I believe, in the morning you'll begin to see the light.
And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right,
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover, fifty ways to leave your lover.”
“She said, “I’m going to have you fired.” I had two people say that to me today, “I’m going to have you fired.” Go ahead, be my guest. I’m wearing a green velvet costume; it doesn’t get any worse than this. Who do these people think they are? I’m going to have you fired!” and I wanted to lean over and say, “I’m going to have you killed.”
“She sang a lot of songs. 'The Bear Went Over the Mountain' and things like that. But the one she was really good at singing was 'I Found a Peanut.' Now I know why she sang that so many times.”
“She sang as if she was saving the life of every person in the room.”
“She sang, as requested. There was much about love in the ballad: faithful love that refused to abandon its object; love that disaster could not shake; love that, in calamity, waxed fonder, in poverty clung closer. The words were set to a fine old air -- in themselves they were simple and sweet: perhaps, when read, they wanted force; when well sung, they wanted nothing. Shirley sang them well: she breathed into the feeling, softness, she poured round the passion, force: her voice was fine that evening; its expression dramatic: she impressed all, and charmed one.
On leaving the instrument, she went to the fire, and sat down on a seat -- semi-stool, semi-cushion: the ladies were round her -- none of them spoke. The Misses Sympson and the Misses Nunnely looked upon her, as quiet poultry might look on an egret, an ibis, or any other strange fowl. What made her sing so? They never sang so. Was it proper to sing with such expression, with such originality -- so unlike a school girl? Decidedly not: it was strange, it was unusual. What was strange must be wrong; what was unusual must be improper. Shirley was judged.”
Source: Shirley
“She sang lead, and I belted out the background voice that just repeated, "You're everything everything everything," and I felt like I was. You're both the fire and the water that extinguishes it. You're the narrator, the protagonist, and the sidekick. You're the storyteller and the story told. You are somebody's something, but you are also you.”
Source: Turtles All the Way Down
“She sang.
Wordless hymns of the sea: immediate, extemporized passages about waves and sunlight and tides and the constant, beautiful pressure of water on everything. The glory of seaweed slowly swaying, the delicious feeling that foretold a storm in the Dry World and turbulence below.
The music came out of her without pause, driven by years of observing, seeing, listening, enjoying, experiencing the world and unable to express it. The wonder and sadness of being alive. The joy of being a mermaid; the pain of being the only one like herself- the only mermaid who had been mortal, temporarily, and then lost everything.”
Source: Part of Your World
“She sank down onto the stool and rested her chin on her hand.
“Such enthusiasm will make the neighboring merchants worry you’ll steal all their business.”
“I’m sure they are all trembling in fear,” she muttered, glancing around at the people nearby.”
Source: Princess without a Palace: A King Thrushbeard Fairy Tale
“She sank her teeth into his bottom lip, drawing blood, and gave a wicked laugh, and still he kissed her. Not out of desperation or hope or for luck, but simply because he wanted to. Saints, he wanted to. He kissed her until the cold night fell away and his whole body sang with heat. He kissed her until the fire burned up the panic and the anger and the weight in his chest, until he could breathe again, and until they were both breathless.”
Source: A Gathering of Shadows
“She sashayed into the kitchen like she lived there, and grabbed two glasses from the counter, rinsed them in the sink, all very domestic.
His eyes strayed to her breasts. “You came to do dishes?”
“I came to come.” She winked, smiling from ear to ear.
“Gotta appreciate a straight-talking woman.”
Source: Girl in the Water
“She sat at the little table, her expression like that of a child digesting failed plans.”
Source: The Fortunate Only
“She sat back on her heels and nodded. The thought experiment she proposed was certainly odd, but her point was simple. Everything in the universe was constantly changing, and nothing stays the same, and we must understand how quickly time flows by if we are to wake up and truly live our lives. That’s what it means to be a time being, old Jiko told me, and then she snapped her crooked fingers again. And just like that, you die.”
“She sat bolt upright -- a colossal mistake. The world swirled, like water down the plughole, she went with it, falling into the empty depths below.”
Source: Mara's Choice
“She sat down at the table and spent a good hour talking about her husband. She told Judith how they'd met, how he relentlessly pursued her, and finished by mentioning just a hundred or two of his special qualities. The only thing the man wasn't capable of was walking on water… yet. Judith made that comment when her friend paused for breath.”
Source: The Secret
“She sat down in a weed patch, her elbows on her knees, and kept her eyes on the small sterious world of the ground. In the shade and sun of grass blade forests, small living things had their metropolis.”
Source: Sleeping with the enemy
“She sat down in front of her open pantry and breathed deeply. She reached forward and patted the large clear jar of dried flageolet beans. She pawed the ten-pound bag of basmati rice, sweet and fragrant. She kissed the chickpeas, haricot beans, dried wild mushrooms. Ah, yes, even the dried cèpes. Oh, she felt better. And look, her vinegars, balsamic, sherry, white and red wine, cider, raspberry. And the oils. So many oils. And so many marinated vegetables. She marinated them herself, picking the freshest, finest baby vegetables, adding extra-virgin olive oil, and enclosing them in beautiful jars. Ah, and look, she smiled. Walnut oil peeked from behind a linen bag of fresh walnuts. She could make a goat cheese salad at any moment. She took a deep, restorative breath. She fingered the labels of the canned smoked oysters, the mussels, the herring, and the boneless skinned sardines in olive oil. She could make a sardine pâté in seconds. And best of all were her vacuum-packed French-style crêpes, which she kept in case of emergencies. A flip of the wrist and she could sit down to a feast of crêpes oozing with fruit syrup and slathered in whipped cream.”
Source: How to Cook a Tart
“She sat down on one of her grandmother's uncomfortable armchairs, and the cat sprang up into her lap and made itself comfortable. The light that came through the picture window was daylight, real golden late-afternoon daylight, not a white mist light. The sky was a robin's-egg blue, and Coraline could see trees and, beyond the trees, green hills, which faded on the horizon into purples and grays. The sky had never seemed so sky, the world had never seemed so world ... Nothing, she thought, had ever been so interesting.”
Source: Coraline
“She sat down on the edge of the bed. The furthest corner away from him.”
Source: The Midnight Library
“She sat in a corner warm with sunlight, a copy of Home Notes open unread upon her knee, and watched the green meadows flying past while the business men in the carriage talked about news in the papers— awful, as usual— their golf, their gardeners, and the detective stories they were reading.”
Source: Nightingale Wood
“She sat in a secluded room, she was mad, but she could not accept it; so she was neither sane nor insane. She could not be either until she knew herself, so in limbo she must die. She kept stuffing toilet roll into her mouth. They found her choked to death!”
Source: Insanity: My Mad Life
“She sat in her perfect house,
with her perfect husband,
wishing that her perfect life
would end.”
Source: Love Her Wild
“She sat in her room on the couch my parents had given up on and worked on hardening herself. Take deep breaths and hold them. Try to stay still for longer and longer periods of time. Make yourself small and like a stone. Curl the edges of yourself up and fold them under where no one can see. ~pg 29, Susie's sister Lindsey dealing with grief.”
“She sat in silence as he limped out, teeth gritted. Click, tap, grunt. Click, tap, grunt. That mixture of cunning, ruthlessness, burning ambition and constant pain was far from unfamiliar.
She had heard it said that every woman ends up marrying her father. Until that moment, she had always imagined herself the exception.”
Source: The Wisdom of Crowds
“She sat in the dew-damp grass and ripped up clumps of it, tossing them in the air and feeling vaguely guilty about it. Some gnome ought to pop out of the tree and scold her for torturing the lawn.”
Source: Tithe
“She sat in the silence that resulted in the absence of her words, feeling unburdened but not absolved.”
Source: Flies to Wanton Boys
“She sat keenly white and still among them, a witness to everything--maybe determining nothing, possibly judging it all.”
Source: The world according to Garp
“She sat leaning back in her chair, looking ahead, knowing that he was as aware of her as she was of him. She found pleasure in the special self-consciousness it gave her. When she crossed her legs, when she leaned on her arm against the window sill, when she brushed her hair off her forehead - every movement of her body was underscored by a feeling the unadmitted words for which were: Is he seeing it?”
Source: Atlas Shrugged
“She sat listening to the music. It was a symphony of triumph. The notes flowed up, they spoke of rising and they were the rising itself, they were the essence and the form of upward motion, they seemed to embody every human act and thought that had ascent as its motive. It was a sunburst of sound, breaking out of hiding and spreading open. It had the freedom of release and the tension of purpose. It swept space clean, and left nothing but the joy of an unobstructed effort. Only a faint echo within the sounds spoke of that from which the music had escaped, but spoke in laughing astonishment at the discovery that there was no ugliness or pain, and there never had to be. It was the song of an immense deliverance.”
Source: Atlas Shrugged
“She sat next to him, looking into his eyes, with questions she knew answers herself. “Do you think we have a future?” she asked.
“I am not sure,” said the boy holding her hand graciously and pressed them on his cheeks, “but we do have a past, and it is just because of that past that I want to be with you. The future is just a commodity of past actions that gives shape to future events. Future is never independent.”
“You are dreaming something out of reality.”
“And you deny that fact that it is also your dream.”
“We often see dreams in our reality, but there is too much purpose in reality”
“Doesn’t it depend on the way we create our reality?”
“But before that, you must know if your reality is approved by others”
“We all have different reality?
“The question is, why should we?”
Source: Distorted Denouement
“She sat next to me and told me that we were the people that the narrative would have followed out from the party if we were in a movie or a novel or something. We were where the story was, the story you could follow like a string, not all the overlapping party stories in the house, tangled up with too many dramas soaked in cheap alcohol and stuffed into not enough rooms.”
Source: The Starless Sea