S Quotes
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“She strode forward, steeling her tune against the terrible cries which threatened to tear her emotions from her and leave her half-conscious. Her torch was like a spear of light in the terrible shadow of the night. The men rallied about it, turning to fight the nightmares with renewed hope. Alicia stumbled on something. A sword. She bent and picked it up, and not a moment too soon.”
Source: A Canticle of War
“She stroked my hair and told me I was beautiful, but I was old enough by then to know not to believe it anymore.”
Source: Keeping the Moon
“She strokes my cheeks with the side of her hand – a repetitive, wispy motion. Like little ghost kisses.”
Source: Sever
“She strolled down the boulevard with a melancholic expression on her face and the weight of the world on her back.”
Source: Toxic Relief
“She struck out like a wounded animal.”
“She struggled with all her might, but he was much too heavy and strong.
With a sigh, Amelia finally said, “You win. How can I defend myself in a situation like this?”
“That’s a good question.”
With a satisfied grin, he got to his feet and said, “I’ll show you.”
Source: Mystery on the Bayou
“She struggled with her sadness, but tried to conceal it, to divide it into smaller and smaller parts and scatter these in places she thought no one would find them. But often I did - with time I learned where to look - and tried to fit them together. It pained me that she felt she couldn't come to me with it, but I knew it would hurt her more to know that I'd uncovered what she hadn't intended for me to find. In some fundamental way I think she objected to being known. Or resented it even as she longed for it. It offended her sense of freedom. But it isn't possible to simply look upon a person one loves in tranquility, content to regard her in bafflement.”
Source: Great House
“She struggled with her sadness, but tried to conceal it, to divide it into smaller and smaller parts and scatter these in places she thought no one would find them.”
“She struts into the hair salon, her mouth filled with a rotten egg of gossip, unshelled, filled with decay. As soon as she sits down she bites into the shell, and the stink of her lies fills the air, its goo dripping down her chin. With her new haircut she exits, leaving behind the putrid evidence that she’s as corrupt as the egg of lies she spread.”
“she stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away”
Source: She
“She stuck her tongue out at him. A totally rational and reasonable way to fight a demigod.”
Source: Edgedancer
“She studied her body under the silvery glaze of the moon, from her dust-peppered feet on the clay earth to her flabby waist. It must be laughable that a large woman like her could feel small, but so were palm nuts hidden beneath layers of fleshy, fibrous fruit.”
Source: Your Tomorrow Was Today
“She studied him for a few more seconds. “You look too pretty to be useful.” I gasped in spite of myself. Adrian chuckled and shook her hand. “Truer words were never spoken,” he said.”
Source: Bloodlines
“She studied his profile, the high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, strong, masculine nose, and full, sensuous mouth, fixing on the last, her insides quivering at the thought of those soft and knowing lips...”
Source: Saddle Up
“She studied me with concern. She touched the new streak of gray in my hair that matched hers exactly—our painful souvenir from holding Atlas's burden. There was a lot I'd wanted to say to Annabeth, but Athena had taken the confidence out of me. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut.
I do not approve of your friendship with my daughter.
"So," Annabeth said. "What did you want to tell me earlier?"
The music was playing. People were dancing in the streets. I said, "I, uh, was thinking we got interrupted at Westover Hall. And… I think I owe you a dance."
She smiled slowly. "All right, Seaweed Brain."
So I took her hand, and I don't know what everybody else heard, but to me it sounded like a slow dance: a little sad, but maybe a little hopeful, too.”
Source: The Titan’s Curse
“She studied my face for a long minute. "Are you going to help my mom?" It was a simple question. But how do you tell a child that things just aren't that simple, that some questions don't have simple answers--or any answer at all?”
Source: Storm Front: Book one of The Dresden Files
“She studied the face in the mirror for a good half hour. Scarcely recognised the individual staring back at her. Wondered how much truly remained of the person she was. The turbulent existence, the traumas, the wear and tear, the physical injuries and mental scars... all left indelible marks over time on people like her. They warned her of that from the very outset. Baggage, they called it, because you carry it with you wherever you go. Some bags were heavier than others. Too heavy. Most eventually broke under the enormous strain, succumbed to the inevitable and just burned out. Or ended things in the only way they knew for sure was permanent, removed any variables in favour of a dead cert, you might say.
Humans are frail creatures.”
Source: A Child of Szabo
“She studied the fall of empires. Now she's living it. In a dungeon cell, Héloïse realizes: history isn't written by kings. It's written by survivors.”
Source: The Last Carolingian: Phoenix of Francia: A Modern Scholar's Fight for Survival and a Kingdom
“She studied the relaxed lines of his features. The soft flutter of his long, dark eyelashes. The adorable way his arms cradled Mrs. Snuggles against his bandaged chest.
I don’t know what to do.
She hadn’t meant to transmit the words, but... it felt good to say them. And it was like like he could hear her. He hadn’t even flinched. His breathing hadn’t changed rhythm.
So she told him, I really wish you were awake.
He let out a snuffly snore, which gave her the courage to ask, What if I just want you to wake up because I’m tired of fighting the echoes all by myself?
That wasn’t the right question, though.
What if I want you to wake up because I miss you?
She’d been trying to stay busy, trying not to look at the beautiful boy sleeping over in the corner.
She hated having him so close and still so far away.
And when she turned to Fitz, his eyes were more than fluttering.
One blink.
Two.
Three.
And then... they stayed open.”
Source: Flashback
“She stuffed her white load into the machine first and opened the package of laundry pods she'd purchased at Walmart.... She removed a pod and inspected the interesting, squishy thing. Last year, some crazy teens had dominated the news after eating pods on a dare. In no way did it look edible. Good old common sense disappeared a bit more with each generation.”
Source: Bernice Runs Away
“She stumbled along, knocking into a man in a wide straw hat who was running down the aisle of vendors. When he caught hold of her, she saw that his eyes were green as grass.
"You,” she said, her voice syrup-slow. She stumbled and fell on her hands and knees. People were shouting at each other, but that wasn't so bad because at least no one was making her get up. Her necklace had fallen in the dirt beside her. She forced herself to close her hand over it.
The elf pushed the mananambal, saying something that she couldn't quite understand because all the words seemed to slur together. The old man shoved back and then, grabbing the enkanto's arm at the wrist, bit down with his golden tooth.
The elf gasped in pain and brought down his fist on the old man's head, knocking him backwards. The bitten arm hung limply from the elf's side.
Tomasa struggled to her feet, fighting off the thickness that threatened to overwhelm her. Something was wrong. The potion vender had done this to her. She narrowed her eyes at him.
The mananambal grinned, his tooth glinting in the floodlights.”
Source: The Poison Eaters and Other Stories
“She succeeds because she is loved and respected. - Kailin Gow, Amazon Lee and The Red Jade General Lady Liang of Song”
“She succumbed to the eternal feminine passion for bargains.”
Source: Cotillion
“She succumbed to the exact same cancer that I had been lucky enough to survive. Could this really be the only aspect of our experience that led to our differing outcomes...luck? My god luck? Her bad luck? Seems unfair, right? Well, it is.”
Source: Cancer Is for Older People: How Young Minds Beat an Old Disease
“She sucked in a breath at that look, because it made her understand what it felt like to be a butterfly with a pin thrust through its heart, displayed in such a way so that no flaw or feature, no matter how ugly or beautiful, could ever be hidden from view.”
Source: Little Deaths
“She sucked in a breath at that look, because it made her understand what it was to be a butterfly with a pin thrust through its heart, displayed in such a way so that no flaw or feature, no matter how ugly or beautiful, could ever be hidden from view.”
Source: Little Deaths
“She sucked in a breath. "You're..."
When she didn't finish the sentence, he turned his head and watched her gaze drop to his mouth, which was only a few inches from hers.
"Handy," she finished softly.
"And you're..."
She smiled. "Stubborn? Annoying?"
"Set to go," he said.”
Source: My Kind of Wonderful
“She sucked up her tears and sniffled one last time. She wasn’t really ready, but she knew she had to be. She wiped her cheeks dry and summoned up all the courage she could muster. This was a matter of life and death. These strangers she was with would sooner leave her behind than risk their lives for her. She had to be tough, at least, for now.”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel
“She suddenly began to jump up and down, screaming at the top of her lungs. "The arks are after me! The arks are after me! Help me, the arks are after me!" .... "The arks! You don't understand, I have the ring and the arks are after me!" .... (and so the police officer is puzzled long enough for Miriam and Seth to escape)”
“She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.”
Source: THE TALES OF AVONLEA - Complete Collection: 16 Novels & 27 Short Stories (Including Anne Shirley Series, Chronicles of Prince Edward Island, The Story Girl & Emily Starr Trilogy)
“She suddenly froze and stared past me in shock. Tremors shook the ground. Had the troll awakened? I spun and thrust Inge behind me.
Then I relaxed. The troll was still lying where I’d left him. The tremors were from a different, but equally disturbing source: Thor.
“Hello, Mr. Elf, Ms. Hulder!” he called as he jogged by.
Hi, Thor, I signed. Nice shorts.
Thor stopped and pointed at his earbuds. “Sorry, I’m listening to rock! Maybe you should use the bullhorn.”
Or I could just sign louder.
“Add in bicep curls for a full-body workout?” Thor hefted his hammer, Mjolnir. “A worthwhile suggestion, Mr. Elf! Well, good-bye!”
Thor thundered off.”
Source: 9 From the Nine Worlds
“She suddenly realised that saying nothing at all only ever helps the executioner, never the victim. P. 106”
Source: Flowers Over the Inferno
“She suddenly remembered studying the brain in science class- how a steel rod pierced a man's skull, and he opened his mouth to speak Portuguese, a language he'd never studied. Maybe it would be like this, now, for Josie. Maybe her native tongue, from here on in, would be a string of lies.”
Source: Nineteen Minutes: A novel
“She suddenly saw Wimsey in a new light. She knew him to be intelligent, clean, courteous, wealthy, well-read, amusing and enamored, but he had not so far produced in her that crushing sense of inferiority which leads to prostration and hero-worship. But she now realized that there was, after all, something godlike about him. He could control a horse.”
Source: Have His Carcase
“She suddenly thought one afternoon, when looking in the glass at her fairness, that there was yet another date, of greater importance to her than those; that of her own death, when all these charms would have disappeared; a day which lay sly and unseen among all the other days of the year, giving no sign or sound when she annually passed over it; but not the less surely there. When was it? Why did she not feel the chill of each yearly encounter with such a cold relation? She had Jeremy Taylor's thought that some time in the future those who had known her would say, 'It is the -th, the day that poor Tess Durbeyfield died'; and there would be nothing singular to their minds in the statement. Of that day, doomed to be her terminus in time through all the ages, she did not know the place in month, week, season, or year.”
Source: Tess of the D’Urbervilles
“She suddenly understood the thought experiments better based on this feeling, the uncanniness of someone you love being able to abruptly articulate a single feeling. Friendship, family, and romance breed a telepathy that comes from kinship.”
Source: Lakewood
“She suddenly understood why she had let him kiss her in the diner, why she had wanted him at all. She wanted to control him. He was every arrogant boyfriend that had treated her mother badly. He was every boy that told her she was too freaky, who had laughed at her, or just wanted her to shut up and make out. He was a thousand times less real than Roiben.”
Source: Tithe
“She suffered temptations
But She's still a virgin
For her sacred path:
Rain doesn't count
She keeps her innocence
For a very special one
And seeks salvation
From a true emotion”
Source: Rose: Future Heart
“She suffers according to the digits of my hate. I hear the filaments of alabaster. I would lie down with them and lift my madness off like a wig. I would lie outside in a room of wool and let the snow cover me. Paris white or flake white or argentine, all in the washbasin of my mouth, calling “Oh.” I am empty. I am witless. Death is here. There is no other settlement.”
“She suffers as a miser. She must be miserly with her pleasures, as well. I wonder if sometimes she doesn't wish she were free of this monotonous sorrow, of these mutterings which start as soon as she stops singing, if she doesn't wish to suffer once and for all, to drown herself in despair. In any case, it would be impossible for her: she is bound.”
Source: Nausea
“She suggested I buy her a drink. I shouldn't have, but I was quite drunk and she was quite pretty.”
Source: Mule
“She suggested I keep a log of my dreams as a way of tracking the 'waning intensity of suffering.'
'I don't like the term "dream journal,"' she told me at our in-person appointment in June. 'I prefer "night vision log.”
Source: My Year of Rest and Relaxation
“She suggested that...I should examine what I had been trying to shoot at and punch and kill for so long- whether or not I had, perhaps, denied some more gentle part of my nature, and if so, what had it cost me. "And don't get a tattoo for your forehead," she said, smiling. "It's entirely unnecessary." As proof, she held her hands in front of her. Wiggled her fingers and smiled. Our being human made us tragic and comic both, she has said; the gods both laughed and wept.”
Source: I Know This Much Is True
“She suggested we 'crouch' buck nekkid on the bed or a dresser and leap out at him from the shadows.
Now, my husband can't see all that well in the dark. I think if he comes into a darkened bedroom and finds 140 pounds of cellulite hurtling through space at him, he's going to run like the devil.”
Source: Bless Your Heart, Tramp: And Other Southern Endearments
“She supported a deal that didn't even require this murderous regime to return a cop killer, JoAnne Chesimard, to face justice. See I know about this personally.”
“She supposed money made him seem a little taller; a million bucks if ever she saw it.
And she wasn't likely to see it any time soon.”
Source: Children of Promise
“She supposed that all those years of loving a person who was dishonest had taught her a few things.”
Source: Unaccustomed Earth
“She supposed that houses, after all - like the lives that were lived in them - were mostly made of space. It was the spaces, in fact, which counted, rather than the bricks.”
Source: The Night Watch
“She supposed that was the nature of things – sons look to their fathers when they are healthy and to their mothers when they are hurt.”
Source: Hungry Ghosts
“She supposed the school was just as big as it had ever been only her eyes had grown used to looking at bigger things.”
Source: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn