S Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with S. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“She was a poetry book with the wrong dust jacket, shelved in the Reference section.”
“She was a predator - a creature of the night who rejoiced in the thrill of the hunt.”
Source: Longinus The Vampire: Redemption
“She was a pretty girl, with a pointed face and blue-black hair. But she was an untidy, a dusty sort of girl, and you felt that in a few years something might go wrong; she might get swollen ankles or grow a mustache.”
“She was a pristine beauty in an “Albert Einstein” T-shirt ... and represented spontaneity and lightness for him, everything that was missing in him”
Source: Soccer Sweetheart: Don't kiss Juliet goodbye
“She was a Privately funded spy ship owned by the corporation and headed by Juan Cabtillo. The Oregon was his brain child and his one true love.”
“She was a puppet, and the men in her life held the strings. Elyse swore to give everything into being a mage so she could cut those strings. No husband, father, friend, or king would decide for her again.”
Source: A Queen's Game
“She was a queen, and I'd fall at her feet if she let me.”
Source: The Island Arrangement
“She was a quiet girl, a thoughtful girl. But you never could tell what was going on in that pretty little head of hers. Whether she was planning her next tea party; or a plot to take over the world.”
Source: Poetry and Pearls
“She was a quiet girl, a thoughtful girl. But you never knew what was going in that pretty little head of hers. Whether she was planning a tea party; or a plot to take over the world.”
Source: Poetry and Pearls
“She was a quiet girl, a thoughtful girl. But, you were never quite sure what was going on inside that pretty little head of hers. Was it planning her next tea party; or plotting to take over the world.”
Source: Poetry and Pearls
“She was a rare beauty. She had to be to snag the attention of a king. But beneath the enchanting face, Sazana sensed an avid intelligence.”
Source: The Royal Artisan
“She was a ray of sunshine, a warm summer rain, a bright fire on a cold winter’s day, and now she could be dead because she had tried to save the man she loved.”
“She was a reference point of a good I agreed on. Without a friend, we sail on a sad plank of wood called ‘the self’ on a vast ocean pending a party. With a friend, however, we voyage.”
Source: The Goodbye Song
“She was a remarkable person and the love of my life.”
“She was a remarkable person and the love of my life. We were married for almost 70 years. She encouraged and sustained me and our four children, their families and many other people in a life full of engagement with Australians from all walks of life.”
“She was a romantic.”
“She was delusional.”
“Exactly.”
“She was a rose bloom in a mud field. Filled with galloping horses.
'Don't be afraid of them,' Nesta said beneath lowered brows.
If Elain was a blooming flower in this army camp, then Nesta... she was a freshly forged sword, waiting to draw blood.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“She was a rubberized, squirming seductress, a latex siren. Her bondage accented her curves, with shinny cups hungrily sucking her voluminous tits and her heavy corset squeezing her waist. I could see the muscles in her arms and thighs flex and contract.
I couldn’t look away.
She was beautiful.”
Source: The Reluctant Master
“She was a rule breaker, never settling her fierce spirit for things built of structure.”
“She was a saltwater, sunsets, and road trips kinda girl.”
“She was a sea: and I had to swim in her.”
Source: Clive Barker's Books of Blood
“She was a singer who had to take every note above A with her eyebrows.”
“She was a solitary, studious girl, whose life had taken place in books; at least four years of it had passed in the eighteenth century.”
Source: Springtime: A Ghost Story
“She was a southern girl, which is the same as saying she was insane. All southern women are insane. Some are cold blooded killers and some are harmless eccentrics, but the best of the breed exhibit both of these characteristics and always the one you expect the least at the time you least expect it.”
Source: Love All the People: Letters, Lyrics, Routines
“She was a spoiler, a needler, an underminer, a diminisher, simply by instinct.”
Source: The Black Prince
“She was a steady date until she put on some weight.”
“She was a stirrer of the pot, a lover of intrigue and distress, a creature who seemed to draw oxygen from the spectacle of people at each other's throat, everybody in a state of upset and talking about her.”
Source: Film Club: A True Story of a Father and a Son
“She was a story in herself, sweet and full of hope, just beginning.”
Source: The Last Stand of the New York Institute
“She was a stranger because something essential was shielded, released in tiny bursts until it became a flood---a flood of what I realized I did not know. Afterward, I would mourn her as if she'd died, because something had: someone we had created together.”
Source: In the Dream House
“She was a stranger in her own life, a tourist in her own body.”
Source: The Van Alen Legacy
“She was a stranger now, but she'd been a friend once, and that was enough for him.”
“She was a stray after all. A stray not only in its plantation meaning-orphaned, with no one to look after her-but in every other sphere as well. Somewhere, years ago, she had stepped off the path of life and could no longer find her way back to the family of people.”
Source: The Underground Railroad
“She was a stubborn English lass, but he was a clever Scot.”
Source: My Highland Spy
“She was a stupid slut for having a baby, and if she’d had an abortion, she also would’ve been a stupid slut. It was a game you could not win.”
Source: Margo's Got Money Troubles
“She was a sweet girl but not really pretty, a rough sketch of a woman with a little of everything in her, one of those silhouettes which artists draw in three strokes on the tablecloth in a café after dinner, between a glass of brandy and a cigarette. Nature sometimes turns out creatures like that.”
“She was a talker, wasn't she?" Bobby Lee said, sliding down the ditch with a yodel. "She would of been a good woman," The Misfit said, "if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life." "Some fun!" Bobby Lee said. "Shut up, Bobby Lee," The Misfit said. "It's no real pleasure in life.”
Source: The Complete Stories
“She was a terrible mother, there was no doubt about it, but she didn't even have the strength to feel guilty.”
Source: Case Histories: (Jackson Brodie)
“She was a thin, a thin burning flame, colorless yet fresh. Her smile came first slowly, shy and bold, as if all the life of that little body had gathered for a moment around her mouth and the rest of her was a wisp that the least wind would blow away. She was a changeling whose lips were the only point of contact with reality.”
Source: Tender is the Night
“She was a thin woman in a mustard-yellow suit, with a yellowish complexion, short-cropped rusty red hair, and a stiff posture. She reminded Reynie of a giant walking pencil.”
“She was a tiny girl—a trinket brunette, very pretty, very pale, and hard as nails.”
“She was a triumph over ugliness, so often more beguiling than real beauty, if only because it contains paradox.”
Source: Breakfast at Tiffany's
“She was a triumph over ugliness, so often more beguiling than real beauty, if only because it contains paradox. In this case, as opposed to the scrupulous method of good taste and scientific grooming, the trick had been worked by exaggerating defects; she'd made them ornamental by admitting them boldly.”
Source: Breakfast at Tiffany's
“She was a universe holding a billion galaxies in her heart.”
“She was a very kind woman and she was always doing things for people. And she was always quite sure she knew the best thing to do. What they thought about it wouldn’t have mattered. I had an aunt like that. Very fond of seed cake herself and she used to bake seed cakes for people and take them to them, and she never troubled to find out whether they liked seed cake or not.”
Source: The Mirror Crack'd from Side to Side
“She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes- her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green- exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just as Harry's did.
Harry was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection.
"Mom?" he whispered. "Dad?"
They just looked at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror, and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man who looked as though he had Harry's knobbly knees- Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life.
The Potters smiled and waved at Harry and he stared hungrily back at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them. He had a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.”
Source: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
“She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes - her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green - exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just like Harry's did.”
Source: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
“She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes -- her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green -- exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just like Harry's did.
Harry was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection.
"Mum?" he whispered. "Dad?"
They just looked at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man who looked as though he had Harry's knobbly knees -- Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life.
The Potters smiled and waved at Harry and he stared hungrily back at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them. He had a powerful kind of ache inside of him, half joy, half terrible sadness.”
Source: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
“She was a vision in a white gown her dark hair forming a hazy halo around her rosy heart-shaped face. Her long lashes fluttered to touch her cheeks and then her eyes opened fully in his direction. Her small round mouth flexed in an immediate and knowing smile. That's the girl I'm going to marry Henry thought.”
“She was a vision in her violence, a fallen angel seeking vengeance for being wronged. She is a masterpiece, and she is mine.”
Source: Crossed
“She was a voice that god seeks. She was the reed of demonic ecstasy. She was possessed. She knew not how but she knew the moment of her possession. The singing tongues of all the world were wakened into life again under the incantation of her voice. She was inhabited. She was spent.”
Source: Look Homeward Angel