S Quotes
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“She sized him up again, once she was sure he wasn’t looking, and this time took note of his sneakers. She hated his sneakers. Not just because they were gray, which made them ugly and boring, but because they were gray with old, frayed, orange laces too. Timotheé Chalamet could pull that look off, but not her brother.”
Source: Moments to Spare
“She sketched songbirds when she was supposed to be minding her lessons, and she sketched church mice when she was meant to be at prayer. When she had time to ramble out of doors, anything in Nature was fair game- from the shoots of clover between her toes to any cloud that meandered overhead.”
Source: When a Scot Ties the Knot
“She sketched the figure of a dancing nymph, capturing the rhythmic flow of her movements with precise detail. This one would be headstrong, but her energy and passion would balance well with
Melpomene's sweet nature.”
Source: Bemused
“She skidded around a corner, slamming her shoulder into the wall and bouncing off of it without slowing.
Caleb?
Silence. Forty-six meters. A long stretch of hallway. She pushed faster, harder. Twenty meters.
She burst into the room in unison with a deafening crash of metal shearing metal.”
Source: Sidespace
“She skirted the offensive dressing table with its glaring bright bulbs where Georgie had bled to death and moved to a dark corner of the basement dressing room.”
Source: Mademoiselle le Sleuth
“She slammed an angry fist into the light metal field table. A stack of datapads bounced and fell to the ground. “Damn it! Find me legitimate targets so I can kill them!”
Source: The Lazarus Men
“she slammed the door and
was gone.
I looked at the closed door
and at the doorknob
and strangely
I didn't feel
alone.”
Source: You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense
“She sleeps alone at last.”
“She sleeps. And now she wakes each day a little less. And, each day, takes less and less nourishment, as if grudging the least moment of wakefulness, for, from the movement under her eyelids, and the somnolent gestures of her hands and feet, it seems as if her dreams grow more urgent and intense, as if the life she lives in the closed world of dreams is now about to possess her utterly, as if her small, increasingly reluctant wakenings were an interpretation of some more vital existence, so she is loath to spend even those necessary moments of wakefulness with us, wakings strange as her sleepings. Her marvellous fate - a sleep more lifelike than the living, a dream which consumes the world.
'And, sir,' concluded Fevvers, in a voice that now took on the sombre, majestic tones of a great organ, 'we do believe . . . her dream will be the coming century.
'And, oh, God . . . how frequently she weeps!”
Source: Nights at the circus
“She sleeps like a cocoyam. A thing without senses. She sleeps like his mother, unplugged from the world.”
Source: Ghana Must Go
“She sleeps: her breathings are not heard In palace chambers far apart. The fragrant tresses are not stirr'd That lie upon her charmed heart She sleeps: on either hand upswells The gold-fringed pillow lightly prest: She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells A perfect form in perfect rest.”
“She sleepwalked from moment to moment, and whole months slipped by without memory, without bearing the faintest imprint of her conscious will.”
Source: The Comfort Of Strangers
“She slept back-to-back with Fenris at night. No one commented. Sometimes he moved and she knew that he was also awake in the darkness, but neither of them quite had the nerve to act on it, not with Agnes and the dust-wife there. I could roll over. I could put my arm around his waist. I could...”
Source: Nettle & Bone
“She slept deeply, but as usual, she did not dream. It had been months; none of them was dreaming anymore. [p. 227]”
Source: Imperfect Birds
“She slept with wolves without fear, for the wolves knew a lion was among them.”
“She slid a look toward him, one edge of her mouth tilting up. "My Mama told me to watch out for boys like you."
"Your Mama was right," his voice dropped an octave, "but I am not a boy.”
Source: These Sheltering Walls
“She slid her free hand over his shoulder, soft breasts crushing against his chest. All his blood rushed down to his groin, taking with it the last vestiges of his rational thought. He locked his arms around her, pulling her so close he could feel each gentle breath as an exquisite stroke on his cock. Raw desire coursed through his veins as his hands skimmed over the sweet softness of her curves.
"Someone is watching us through the window," she murmured, her breath warm on his cheek.
"All the more reason to put on a good show." With one hand on her nape, he tipped back her head and covered her mouth with his own.
A moan escaped her lips, filling his head with thoughts of tangled sheets, banging headboards, sweat-slicked skin, and the realization of a fantasy that had consumed him night after sleepless night since she'd turned sixteen and he'd realized she wasn't a little girl anymore.
He parted her lips with the gentle slide of his tongue, touching, tasting, savoring, pausing between heady sips to let her essence dance over his taste buds. With every breath he inhaled the fresh scent of wildflowers in a rain-soaked meadow, the grassy lawn where they'd played catch in the summer sun. He'd known she was smart and fun and beautiful. But this kiss. These feelings. The throbbing heat of desire. It was all completely new.”
Source: The Dating Plan
“She slid into the warm, scented water, wryly accepting Zulema's assistance and bending her head obediently as her hair was carefully wetted and then shampooed. Cocooned in towels, she emerged again and sat down to have her hair combed out and her nails painted. Why all the fuss? She wondered.
'You look tired, sitt. Lie down and rest for a while,' Zulema urged. 'The party will last for hours.'
Party? So someone was throwing a party. Her curiosity satisfied, Bethany smiled and lay down. She could hear a helicopter.”
Source: The Desert Bride
“She slid out from under his arm, and picked up his shirt from the floor. When she put it on, it failed to meet in the middle over her chest. that always worked in the movies, she thought, disgusted, and dropped it on the floor.”
Source: Bet Me
“She slipped from her tall chair (why don't we remember living in a world where everything was absurdly outsize, tables and chairs and spoons, door knobs too high to reach, too fat to grasp?) and went to look.”
Source: Dæmonomania
“She slipped her arm through mine as we walked through the school gates. “I’ll always have your back, Emmie.”
Source: Ugly Words
“She slipped her hand into Kirsty's hand and smiled at her. "We'll make it fun - with or without our stockings," she said in a comforting voice.”
Source: Natalie the Christmas Stocking Fairy
“She slipped off the lid and took out a little hourglass hanging on a silver pivot from a black ribbon, its belly full of twinkling black sand.
"Oh, it's beautiful!"
"You like it."
Her guardian, the antiquarian, who invested every colour, gemstone, beast, and planet with arcane and symbolic meaning, would likely give her a lecture on saturnine influences. Blanche decided not to care. "Yes, I do.”
“She slips a hand into one of the many pockets of her vest before shouting through the rumbling thunder. "You're not the only one who brought a gift."
I track the movement, blinking in the rain as she pulls a stem of forget-me-nots from the soaked fabric. Paedyn Azer's smile is dangerous as she reaches up to tuck the flowers behind my ear.
"So you don't forget who I am," she whispers against my lips.
"And what am I?" I trace my thumb along her bottom lip. "A fool. A cocky bastard?"
Her voice is steady. "You are mine, Malakai.”
“She slips into the seat at our table, refusing to look up at me. I reach for her hand, sending a shiver through me when our finger tips touch. She glances at me, her eyes filled with a feral fear that reaches into my depths, pulling on emotions I refuse to acknowledge. Things I can’t feel now. Won’t feel ever again.”
Source: Libera Me
“She slowly lowers her hips to an eager tongue that starts to suck and drink the sugar dripping from her warmth.”
Source: The Color of Honey
“She slowly turned around, placing her hands on the handle behind her, and inadvertently knocking the heavy, wooden door with her foot. She lifted her stunning eyes to his, seeming to see clear through him, hitting his heart, then deeper to the center of his soul. He wondered what she saw there, perhaps a dark shadow lurking in the midst.”
Source: Sevin
“She smacked him so hard his momma felt it.”
Source: Fade Out: The Morganville Vampires
“She smashes her knuckles into winter As autumn's wind fades into black She is the saint of all the sinners, the one whose fallen through the cracks... (iViva la Gloria!)”
“She smelled faintly of heather and evergreen boughs. Scent was an extravagance. He wondered where she dabbed the fragrant oil. The thin skin of her wrists? The pulse point at her white throat? Or maybe in the sweet hollow between her breasts?
Thinking about all of those soft, forbidden places made him feel rampantly, throbbingly male. He wanted to search out those tender spots, bury his nose in them, and lave them with his tongue.”
Source: Sins of the Highlander
“She smelled like a flower he couldn't name.”
Source: Malibu Rising
“She smelled like accounts receivable. She looked like old money.”
Source: Radiance
“She smelled like England, of soft rain and sun-kissed meadows. And she felt like the best kind of heaven. He wanted to wrap himself around, bury himself within her, and stay there for all of his days. He hadn’t had a drop to drink in three years, but he was intoxicated now, bubbling with a lightness he’d never thought to feel again.”
“She smelled like fresh dough rising.”
Source: My Sister's Keeper
“She smelled like herself, like the wind through a tree.”
Source: Drown
“She smelled like utter sweetness and innocence, but she felt like sin incarnate. Like she’d been formed for filthy fun and nothing else.”
Source: The Legend of Robin Hood: Conquests of the Longbow - Hintbook
“She smelled, Mia thought suddenly, of home, as if home had never been a place, but had always been this little person whom she'd carried alongside her.”
Source: Little Fires Everywhere
“She smelled of home...as if home had never been a place, but had always been this little person whom she'd carried alongside her.”
Source: Little Fires Everywhere
“She smelled the way the Taj Mahal looks by moonlight.”
Source: Later Novels & Other Writings
“She smelled too. Like a 22 year old girl. He tried to place that smell but he couldn't.
It seemed like a mixture of skin lotion and confidence.”
Source: Harold
“She smells better," Claire said. "And she made me cookies.”
Source: Midnight Alley
“She smells like angels ought to smell, the perfect woman... the Goddess. Goldie. She says her name is Goldie.”
Source: Sin City Volume 1: The Hard Goodbye
“She smells like passion; like irresistible desire and temptation. She’s eclipsing in a daytime and shining at night. She smells like nakedness, even when she is warmly dressed. She has wild eyes. She smells like seduction; she is both an apple and a snake. She smells like great expectations; like success; like centuries-old glory. She’s like the last refuge. She smells like a final wish. She smells like a new beginning.”
“She smells like spring and flowers and rain, even though it’s winter. Sometimes, he thinks he loves her so much that his mind is unable to distinguish between love and obsession. Which is worse?”
Source: The Sharing Moon
“She smells of her cooking and the perfume Eau d'Hadrien. My mother wore it, too. She used to cook, like Lili. Our house smelled of garlic and thyme instead of sadness.”
Source: Revolution
“She smiled, a sudden curving smile that brought the corners of her long mouth halfway up her cheeks.”
Source: Murder Is Easy
“She smiled again and the sun came back out. Raced backward up from the sea and lit her face. He told himself to ignore it. It wasn’t that special. Not really. He couldn’t be sure, but if his display of ignorance could make her do it again, it might be worth checking out.”
Source: Black Fire
“She smiled again. "Do you like cat?" she said. "Yes," said Richard. "I quite like cats." Anaesthesia looked relieved. "Thigh?" she asked, "or breast?”
Source: Neverwhere
“She smiled and her whole face lit up. Or maybe it was mine. All I know for certain is that smile lit up even my darkest days.”
“She smiled, and his dead heart warmed.
One smile would never be enough.”
Source: Magnolia Mystic