S Quotes
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“She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all
A heart whose love is innocent!”
Source: Selected Poems of Lord Byron
“She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies”
“She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.”
“She walks into my life legs first, a long drink of water in the desert of my thirties. Her shoes are red; her eyes are green. She's an Italian flag in occupied territory, and I fall for her like Paris. She mixes my metaphors like a martini and serves up my heart tartare. They all do. Every time. They have to. It's that kind of story.”
Source: The Bread We Eat in Dreams
“She walks into the best of my dreams, And makes me pregnant with life, With all those alibis in her eyes, And those nonchalant harmless humour, That she unleashes to kill her time, Oh I just get drawn into her circle…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth.”
Source: The Fault in Our Stars
“She walks,
on the streets,
with a face that,
doesn't belong.
It smiles more than,
many put together,
whole day long.
Her heart misfit,
a little chipped.
And she likes to,
call it once broken,
but now stitched.”
“She walks the same paths where her father walked, and her grandfather, and her great-grandfather before her. She passes by familiar trees, the towering silent witnesses to over two centuries of history. Many of these majestic woodland giants, like faithful old friends, proudly bear the telltale tap-marks, remnants of a multi-generational maple harvest.”
Source: Lanark County Kitchen: A Maple Legacy from Tree to Table
“She walks to the boy, tilts her head up at him, and smiles. He bends down to kiss her. Then he helps her onto the horse, and she rides away with him to a faraway place, until they can no longer be seen.
These are only rumors, of course, and make little more than a story to tell around the fire. But it is told. And thus they live on.”
Source: The Midnight Star
“She walks well, she looks good. Let's see how she kisses.”
“She walks--the lady of my delight-- A sheperdess of sheep. Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white; She guards them from the steep. She feeds them on the fragrant height, And folds them in for sleep.”
Source: Selected Poems of Alice Meynell
“She wandered among the wooden crates, picking up tomatoes, peeling back the husks on ears of corn, adding two red peppers to her shopping basket and a bunch of very thin asparagus, a bouquet of zinnias for the table, and seven imperial-looking white and purple gladiolas to put in the stone pitcher that she kept by the front door. She was loaded down with fresh things, beautiful, glorious provisions. Could she stop time and stay here, with her basket full, surrounded by organic produce? Could she just die here and call it a happy end?”
Source: The Love Season
“She wandered around Sally's garden, sipping coffee, stopping to admire the grevillea and talk to the chickens. As the warmth of the sun unknotted the tension in her spine, Alice noticed a lush alley of potted tropical plants alongside the house: monstera, bird of paradise, agave, staghorns and ferns.
Alice was filled with a sense of wonder; it was a garden within a garden, so meticulous and well-tended in contrast to the wild beauty surrounding it. The sumptuous blends of greens. The varying, glossy foliage.”
Source: The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart
“She wandered over to the enclosed range, a rather modern-looking contraption that Cook had purchased earlier in the year. "Do you know how to work this?" she asked. "No idea. You? " Daphne shook her head. "None." She reached forward and gingerly touched the surface of the stove top. "It's not hot. " " Not even a little bit? " She shook her head. "It's rather cold, actually. " Brother and sister were silent for a few seconds . " You know," Anthony finally said, "cold milk might be quite refreshing ." " I was just thinking that very thing!”
“She wandered to one of the lavender stalks and touched the tiny violet-blue blossoms, and brought her scented fingertips to her throat. "They extract the essential oil by forcing steam through the plants and drawing off the liquid. It takes something like five hundred pounds of lavender plants to produce just a few precious ounces of oils.”
Source: It Happened One Autumn
“she wanders
out in the flowers,
in the wild, where the breathing
is easy and free… because it's where
the judgment goes quiet…
and everything beautiful is so untouched.
it's just beautiful. and wild. and fearless.
and whether it grows into something more
or burns down and has to start again,
it just does… fearlessly.
beautifully. and wild.
so she wanders out where she
can learn to see herself that way;
to see herself in the way that she looks
at flowers… like she's a beautiful
wildness on fire.”
“She wanted a book to take her places she couldn't get to herself.”
Source: The Marriage Plot: A Novel
“She wanted a fucking cock... she wanted sex look in her eyes... you see that... look how she looks at you?”
Source: The Life of One Kid 2
“She wanted a grown-up to be wrong for a change. She was tired of the rightness of grown-ups.”
Source: Ramona's world
“She wanted a passion larger than what she perceived as mere physical sex, a passion less commonplace (less vulgar); and though Tennessee Williams frames her as a model of repression, [...] in fact the character he created is too immense and original for that to be true, John too small and ordinary.”
Source: Intercourse
“She wanted a world where girls did not need to grow a spine of steel just to survive. Where they could be as soft and silly as they wanted. Where they could walk into a room full of new people and see endless possibilities instead of potential threats.”
Source: The Deck of Omens
“She wanted Adam Fox with the fervour of
parched earth thirsting for water, corn aching for the warmth of ripening sun, a starving skeleton drooling over a crust of bread. Her passionate young body yearned to feel his touch, soft lips quivered an invitation to be kissed, wounded eyes promised a lifetime of devotion, if only . . .”
Source: Adam's Rib
“She wanted an Angel of Music . . . an angel who would make her believe in herself at last. I'd been the Angel of Doom for the khanum. There was no reason in the world why I could not be the Angel of Music for Christine. I couldn't hope to be a man to her, I couldn't ever be a real, breathing, living man waking at her side and reaching out for her . . . But I could be her angel' -Erik”
“She wanted an extra advantage today, more than she'd had in training with Raoul or knights like Jerel. When the trumpet blared, she told Peachblossom, "Charge."
Muscles bunched under her. The gelding flew at his top speed down the dirt lane, hooves thundering in packed dust. For those brief seconds Kel felt like an army of one. She loved no one so much as her horse.”
Source: Squire
“She wanted an Italian sports car - with the sport still in it.”
“she wanted because art”
Source: White Piano
“She wanted for these nameless recipes she'd invented to go rippling out into the world, changing colour and shape as they went, just like the drop of a hidden ingredient which you added to the soup at the very end. Rika wanted to go on living with a sense of that chain reaction stored inside her.
She wanted to see Kaji again too. She wanted to meet her and tell her that this world deserved to be lived in. Or, no -- that this world deserved to be tasted, greedily.”
Source: Butter
“She wanted happily ever after more than he could possibly know. She wanted forever. Problem was, she just wasn’t sure she believed in it anymore. It was why she clung to her fiction so much. She immersed herself in books because there she could be anyone and it was easy to believe in love and happily ever after”
Source: Shades of Gray: A KGI Novel
“She wanted him next to her but wanted to be alone.”
Source: Lover's Rock: A These Americans Love Story
“She wanted him to notice her so much.”
Source: The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants Complete Collection
“She wanted him to see all of her and also none of her. She wanted him to be dazzled by the bits and blinded by the whole. She wanted him to see her whole and not in pieces. She had hopes that were hard to satisfy.”
Source: The Last Summer (of You and Me)
“She wanted him to stop, but more than that, she wanted him to go on forever.”
Source: A Wallflower Christmas: A Novel
“She wanted him to tell her that when you love someone so hard and so fierce, it was all right to do things that you knew were wrong.”
Source: Plain Truth
“She wanted him with a consuming hunger, but she did not throw herself at him.”
Source: Love on a Midsummer Night
“She wanted his kisses so much it physically hurt to imagine she might never know the press of his lips against hers.”
“She wanted his strong, capable hands on her blody and those soft lips locked with hers. She wanted to be held tight and kissed until she could forget-if only for a few precious minutes-that her life as she knew it had evaporated in a cloud of smoke and flame and violence.”
Source: Tempted into Danger
“She wanted his touch, wanted him to find that spot where her need left her begging and hungry. Anxious and half mad.
And when he touched her, teased her open, slid his finger over the wetness and inside her, her hips arched up, welcoming his touch.
"Oooh," she gasped, as his finger slid over her again, swirling in a circle and then pressing down right where it was the tightest and vibrating against her until she was nearly at her peak. "Please-”
Source: The Viscount Who Lived Down the Lane
“She wanted it so keenly that a spark of hope wedged between her ribs like one of those stars, glimmering against all reason.”
Source: Steel Tide
“She wanted me as the moon wants the sun, but I was wandering as the breeze, so I drifted away.”
“She wanted me to betray you guys, and I was like, 'Pfft, right, I'm gonna listen to a face in the potty sludge'.”
“She wanted me to remember that pleasure is political--for the capacity to relax and play renews the spirit and makes it possible for us to come to the work of writing clearer, ready for the journey. (bell hooks about Toni Cade Bambara)”
Source: remembered rapture: the writer at work
“She wanted more, more slang, more figures of speech, the bee's knees, the cats pajamas, horse of a different color, dog-tired, she wanted to talk like she was born here, like she never came from anywhere else”
Source: Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel
“She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.”
Source: The Book Thief: 10th Anniversary Edition
“She wanted nothing more than someone to miss, to touch, with whom to speak like a child, with whom to be a child.”
Source: Everything Is Illuminated
“She wanted nothing that he could offer her, except perhaps his absence.”
Source: The Hellbound Heart
“She wanted only tall smooth bottles whose labels spoke of Proof.”
“She wanted out of the dark,
but turned off all the lights that came on”
“She wanted out of the decorating scheme.”
“She wanted, she wanted, to the marrow of her bones, oh how she wanted him, without truly knowing him, knowing who he was or where he came from. It was madness. The molecules in her body recognized the molecules in his, the madness in her blood recognized the madness in his, the melancholy in her soul recognized the melancholy in his.”
Source: Gothikana
“She wanted so to be tranquil, to be someone who took walks in the late-afternoon sun, listening to the birds and crickets and feeling the whole world breathe. Instead, she lived in her head like a madwoman locked in a tower, hearing the wind howling through her hair and waiting for someone to come and rescue her from feeling things so deeply that her bones burned.”
Source: Postcards From the Edge