S Quotes
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“She told me she changed that will," the step-father said.
"She once told me she married you because she loved you," Mike said. "Guess she lied to us both.”
Source: Some of Tim's Stories
“She told me she was 17 going on 22, when she left home to find a new life in the city. She wanted to get into acting and be a big star someday. I said that was swell but a tough racket to break into. She said she knew that going in. She thought maybe she'd get a lucky break and go from there. I told her lucky breaks always came with a price.”
Source: Tell Me That You Love Me: A Hard-Boiled Short Fiction Featuring James Cartwright, P.I
“She told me she was going to spend time with the only type of man who interested her."
Lucas shook his head, confused. "Who?"
Albert gave him a pointed look. "A snowman.”
Source: Miracle on 5th Avenue
“She told me she was in pain, because she just had her ankle replaced. I said, “With what, a wheel?” Then I told her that hot duck soup is best served frozen, and that I've always wanted to ride a unicycle.”
Source: BearPaw Duck And Meme Farm presents: Two Ducks Brawling Is A Pre-Pillow Fight
“she told me she'd be a phoenix." The image of the mythical creature rising from the ashes glitters in my mind. "They don't really exist." "She said that depends on whether or not there's someone who can see them.”
Source: The Jodi Picoult Collection #2: Perfect Match, Second Glance, and My Sister's Keeper
“She told me some generations are for work, so the next can dream.”
Source: Summer in the City
“She told me some generations are for working, so the next can dream.”
Source: Summer in the City
“she told me that a friend of hers had heard of me and exclaimed “he’s disturbing to read.” now i like that – “disturbing to read: -- like popping pills or pushing the plunger down, like big knives and rusty razors. i’m fucking disturbing – let me disturb you too”
“She told me that all the girls in Annezin prayed every night for the war to end and for the English to go away as soon as their money was spent. She said that the clause about the money was always repeated in case God should miss it.”
“She told me that every other step was just for me.' But that's only half of the dance,' I said. Yeah,' my father said. 'She was keeping the rest for herself. Nobody can give everything away. It ain't healthy.”
Source: Blasphemy: New and Selected Stories
“She told me that he never hit her and I never saw bruises on her. But there are obviously ways of damaging a person without hitting them.”
Source: Twice the Witch
“She told me that love has a magic all its own.”
Source: The Gift
“She told me that she loved me.
She told me that everything would be okay.
She told me to let go; so I did.”
Source: The love that binds us
“She told me that she will see me in every wall, in every street, in every glass, in every person, in every wave of the sea and smile.”
“She told me that some day she would go to my hometown and stay there for a while and be happy. And she will see me in every wall, every street, every glass, in every person, in every wave of the sea and smile.”
“She told me that the brain is built to forget things as we continue to live, that memories are meant to fade and disintegrate, that skin, so protective in the beginning because it has to be to protect our organs, saga eventually - because the organs aren't so hot anymore either - and sharp edges become blunt, that the pain of letting go of grief is just as panful or even more painful than the grief itself.”
“She told me that you get to have only one true love, and once you've found it, whether you kept it or lost it, you'd never recover...Accepting that was the hardest part.”
Source: Love, Pamela
“she told me to be my own hero. Inside of all of us was the potential for greatness—all it took was a change in perspective.”
Source: Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes
“she told me to be my own hero. Inside of all of us was the potential for greatness—all it took was a change in perspective. “You can burn brighter than they can, if you have too.”
Source: Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes
“She told me to pay attention to my attention.”
Source: The Secret History of Us
“She told me to wait,that I was going to lose a finger." Earl looked toward the kitchen and back at Ty and Duece. He snorted. "I asked her, did she think I was stupid? Then a couple of snips later, whack. Off went the finger. And you know what that woman said to me? I said 'Mara you cut my finger off.' And your mother said to me, 'Well Earl who's stupid now?”
Source: Stars & Stripes
“She told Papa about it. He made her stick out her tongue and he felt her wrist. He shook his head sadly and said, "You have a bad case, a very bad case." "Of what?" "Growing up.”
Source: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
“She told the audience that they were going to make a fine old chestnut, Baked Alaska. "First you have to have a soft meringue, at just the perfect stage." The camera went in for a close-up of the meringue. "We have six egg whites, superfine sugar, and vanilla, with some cream of tartar to keep them stable. Are they ready, Danny?"
"Not quite," he said and ran the machine for a few seconds. "There." He removed the bowl and held it out for Sally to see.
"Stiff, but not dry," she said. "But we'd better be sure." And she rested an egg on the whites and told the audience that it should sink in exactly one inch. "Perfect. Let's put the Baked Alaska together."
Sally brushed the cake with rum-flavored sugar syrup while Danny explained what it was; then Danny turned the ice cream out on top of the cake and Sally pulled off the plastic wrap. They filled their pastry bags and swirled on the meringue. Sally beamed at Danny and said that everyone should cook with a friend. "It's so much more fun." Danny dusted the cake all over with powdered sugar and then reached under the counter and pulled out a blowtorch. Sally looked at it and said, "Huh," then pulled out a blowtorch twice the size and grinned at Danny.
"Yours is kind of small. Can it do the job?"
"We'll see," he said and together they torched the dessert.”
Source: Last Bite
“She told the holy stories and the funny stories, the aadizookaanag that explained how the world came into being, how it continued to be made.”
Source: The Game of Silence
“She told the story, however, with great spirit among her friends; for she had a lively, playful disposition, which delighted in any thing ridiculous.”
Source: Pride and Prejudice
“She told the truth as she saw it, and she died for it. I came along for the ride, and I lived. It wasn't worth it. But it was the truth, and it was what had to happen.”
Source: Feed: The Newsflesh Trilogy:
“She told them about the mini-cupcakes she'd been asked to provide for a christening. "I'm going to introduce them into the shop, maybe three days a week, see how they sell. They're fiddly, but there's a better markup on them."
She described a new variety she was trying out in the regular size. "Pineapple-mango. I'm calling it Tropical Delight.”
Source: Semi-Sweet
“She told them simply and directly that the meadow was a place of peace and beauty, where indeed if one came to it in a quiet manner, the animals would not be disturbed; for there are lovely birds, and squirrels and field mice, and sometimes deer.”
Source: The Royal Diaries: Marie Antoinette: Princess of Versailles, Austria-France, 1769
“She told us that evil rarely looked like evil when it first arrived. It could look like innovation and progress and prosperity, courage even, but more than anything it looked, to some, like a solution--a solution to the secret problem they believed had gone too long unaddressed. They felt as though they had been speaking a hidden language among themselves, and then a man or a woman in a suit stood on a stage and addressed cheering masses in that very same language, hidden no longer.”
Source: I Hold a Wolf by the Ears: Stories
“She too would one day speak with the matchmaker, and the same fate would fall upon her. The thought sent despair coiling in my gut. No wonder Anlai mothers tried so hard not to love their daughters. It was like exiling a piece of your own heart.”
“She took a bad tumble. Those are some nasty bruises she's carrying," the maid said with a sad shake of the head. "Aye," Cullen agreed, his eyes traveling over lovely, milky white skin, interrupted by several black bruises. "She looks like a cow." Mildrede turned a horrified gaze on him at the comment, but he was more concerned by the choked sound that came from his bride. He really hadn't meant it as an insult, but it seemed the women were taking it so. "I just meant the coloring," Cullen muttered”
“She took a bite-sized Snickers from the bowl of candy on the dining room table and opened it. With Halloween still three days away (and the bowl half empty!) she had obviously bought candy much too early this year. She popped the candy in her mouth and made a mental note to buy more at Walmart. The melting chocolate roused her brain and soothed her nerves. Yes, it made her happy. Joyful even. According to Marie Kondo, identifying joyful objects was only part of the magical tidying-up equation. Thanking each item for doing its job was also key. "Thank you, inventor of the Snickers bar, whoever you are." As far as she was concerned, chocolate should be a major food group.”
Source: Bernice Runs Away
“She took a breath. That breath stole mine. I'd never seen anything so beautiful and broken. Not in all my life”
Source: Chaser
“She took a deep breath and peered up from under her long, dark lashes.
He sucked air in. Damn, that look could undo any man – or wolf, or alien for that matter. “Something to eat?”
“No, Cameron.” She smiled with a hint of decadence. “There’s only one thing I need.”
“What’s that?”
She closed the space between them and grabbed the collar of his shirt with both hands, pulling him closer. “You.”
Source: Dark Stranger
“She took a deep breath and turned her face to the sky, where large white flakes drifted down, landing in her auburn hair, winter blooms on a field of red. She closed her eyes and let the flakes kiss her cheeks, eyelids, lips.
Never before in his life had he been jealous of snowflakes.”
Source: Once Upon a December
“She took a deep breath, "Last chance. Are you in need of rescuing?"
His expression turned very strange, almost as if she'd struck him, "Yes," he said finally.”
Source: The Coldest Girl in Coldtown
“She took a deep breath, "Last chance. Are you in need of rescuing?" His expression turned very strange, almost as if she'd struck him, "yes," he said finally. -Tana and Gavriel-page 33- chapter 5”
“She took a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling for a long moment. A raindrop moved slowly down her neck; he watched as it turned down the slope of her breast to disappear inside the collar of her shirt. He was seriously contemplating becoming jealous of a droplet of water. Yorkshire was obviously damaging to his sanity.”
“She took a knifeful of the butter clinging to the silver paper, so soft it offered virtually no resistance, and dropped it into the holes in the potatoes' skins. It was absorbed mercilessly fast by the granules inside, which soon took on a yellow hue. Rika sprinkled on a few drops of soy sauce, then pressed her hands together. 'Itadakimasu,' she said, and tucked in to the potatoes with a fork. The hot potatoes engorged with butter crumbled apart in her mouth and the steam rose up to the back of her throat. Inside her mouth, the mixture transformed into a smooth-textured cream, heavy and rich, which spread out hotly across her tongue.
The Sado was relatively light in its taste, but had the same warmth and body as the other dairy products she'd sampled in Niigata. The soy sauce drew out the sweetness and texture of the potatoes, and the hand with which Rika held her fork moved incessantly.
The next thing she knew, the two potatoes had disappeared, along with almost all of the butter. She lay down, a delicious sated feeling in her stomach. She had managed to soothe herself, and of that she felt proud.”
Source: Butter
“She took a leap of faith and
grew her wings on the way down.”
“She took a long drink and then another before lowering the glass.
She thought she heard him give a sound of approval before he turned and claimed a seat in one of the chairs. Her courage strengthened, Lily lifted her chin to look at him only a few feet away and swallowed hard past the knot of doubt lodged in her throat.
Dressed in elegant evening wear, he sat with his back stiff and straight despite the plush cushion of the chair. His knees were spread and his feet braced squarely on the floor. His hands, with his long masculine fingers, splayed on the surface of strong thighs. He was the epitome of masculine sophistication and mystery.
Dark, enigmatic, handsome, and intense.”
Source: The Untouchable Earl
“She took a moment to lament her lack of parasol. Every time she left the house, she felt keenly the absence of her heretofore ubiquitous accessory.”
Source: Timeless: Book 5 of The Parasol Protectorate
“She took a northern detour because returning home felt like a commitment to a life that could go on without him.”
Source: Shark Heart
“She took a seat at the chess table, opposite Mrs. Elm. She stared down at the board and moved a pawn two spaces forward.
Mrs. Elm mirrored the move on her side of the board.
'It's an easy game to play,' she told Nora. 'But a hard one to master. Every move you make opens a whole new world of possibility.”
Source: The Midnight Library
“She took a sip of Armagnac and savored the caramel, cherry, dark chocolate, and lavender flavors.
"How do they make this?" she asked.
"It's basically brandy, distilled wine, but made in a more rustic, artisanal way.”
Source: Eat Post Like
“She took a sip of wine and held it in her mouth, straining to identify the flavors. Cherry, she thought. Licorice. Thorns. She imagined a forest in late autumn, damp leaves on the ground, a blaze of color. She took another sip.
The man--- he must be Robert--- set a dish in front of her and she looked down, dismayed. What could it be? She'd never seen anything like it. It glistened up at her, a red-black sausage bursting from a shiny case. She inhaled the aroma: It was exotic, mysterious, almost intoxicating.
"Taste it," he urged.
It was pillow-soft, very rich, laced with spices. She identified the prickle of black pepper, the sweetness of onions. Parsley, she thought, nutmeg, and... was that chocolate? Bite by bite she chased the flavors, but they kept skipping away.
"Did you like it?" Robert was back.
She gestured at the empty plate. "It was wonderful. What kind of meat was in it?"
"Not meat, exactly." He watched her face as he said, "That was blood sausage.”
Source: The Paris Novel
“She took a slice of bread and put it on her plate. She piled a small mountain of potato chips on it and placed another slice of bread on top. Then she flattened the sandwich with her hand, the chips shattering with a satisfying crunch. In response to Charlotte's curious look, she explained, "Potato chip sandwiches remind me of my mom."
Ah. That, Charlotte understood. Food memory was one of the few profoundly good things she brought with her from her own childhood. Sometimes Charlotte would still have chocolate milk over hot rice, something Charlotte and Pepper had eaten when they'd crept hungrily into the camp kitchen after dark during one of Minister McCauley's forced fasts. She could still remember how good it had tasted, like sweet soup.”
Source: Other Birds: A Novel
“She took a sort of abject pride in her mecilessness toward herself.”
“She took a step and didn't want to take any more, but she did.”
Source: Markus Zusak: The Book Thief & I Am the Messenger
“She took a step,
then another,
"What do I do now?"
He raised his hand gentle.
"Don't make my grave inside your chest.
Don't stitch me there with your grief.
If you hold too tight
we'll both stay prisoners.”
Source: Venom In Velvet: A Dark Fantasy Novel-in-Verse