S Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with S. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells.”
Source: Lightning
“She was feeling her bohemian oats.”
Source: Shopgirl
“She was feeling something: a tiny pinpoint of feeling. She shifted slightly on the bathroom tiles. No. Surely not. From a book?”
“She was feeling the pressure of the world outside and she wanted to see him and feel his presence beside her and be reassured that she was doing the right thing after all.”
Source: The Complete Works of F. Scott Fitzgerald: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Articles, Letters, Plays & Screenplays: From the author of The Great Gatsby, The Side of Paradise, Tender Is the Night, The Beautiful and Damned, The Love of the Last Tycoon, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and many other notable works
“She was feeling, thinking, trembling about everything; agitated, happy, miserable, infinitely obliged, absolutely angry.”
Source: Mansfield Park
“She was few inches taller than him and when for the first time her promising eyes met with his, he knew it would be more than friendship. He was too young to name that feeling then. But love...above all relationships knows no age.”
Source: Derivation of Life
“She was filled with a sense of expectancy — as if at any moment something very wonderful could happen.”
Source: Valley of the Dolls
“She was filled with lies!”
“She was floating in the midst of a black sea, in the darkest of nights, with no hope or care to see light again. She was a mere wave away from drowning in blackness.”
Source: The Whyte Divide
“She was fluent in four languages and yet her fists against the rusted hood were the fullest articulation of her defeat.”
“She was flushed and felt intoxicated with the sound of her own voice and the unaccustomed taste of candor. It muddled her like wine, or like a first breath of freedom.”
Source: The Awakening
“She was foolish to be walking alone at this ungodly hour when demi-gods like himself roamed in search of prey. He would pick this flower, uproot her from the soil. He would part her from her source of life. Her head, hands, and feet were the soft petals, her blood the sweet nectar. She walked by him, ignorant of the brutality that would soon befall her.”
Source: Vampires of Twilight Castle
“She was forced to consider the startling fact that the love of her life might not actually be someone with whom she could spend a lifetime.”
Source: The Tenth Circle: A Novel
“She was forever tilted sideways by the notion that pain was inevitable, chance was cruel, and all human ingenuity should go towards the making of a good cup of tea.”
“She was fragile looking and tiny, but Sage was convinced that the only reason she was still alive was because the devil was too afraid to let her come to hell.”
Source: Daydream
“She was fragile, gentle, wide awake in a sleeping world.”
“She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city”
Source: The Wanderess
“She was free, still, like a child, the way it is before you are seen and then after that you can never remember who you are unless someone else shows it to you.”
Source: The Rose and the Beast: Fairy Tales Retold
“She... was free.
Yet... why was she so... empty?”
Source: Mara's Awakening
“She was from the wrong side of the tracks no matter how you gerrymandered the town.”
Source: Falling Up the Stairs
“She was full of fire and he had never wanted to burn so badly.”
Source: Star Crossed
“She was full of some strange energy that morning. Her every movement had purpose and life and she seemed to find satisfaction in every little thing.”
“She was fully average, down to her brown eyes, brown hair, height, and weight. This was not… a put down, but rather a fact.”
Source: Fully Average
“She was fully, painfully aware that very rarely did midnight strike in two hearts at once, very rarely did midnight arouse two different equal desires, and that any dislocation in this, any indifference, was an indication of disunity, of the difficulties, the impossibilities of fusion between two human beings.”
“She was gentle and pale,
and her eyes seemed
always to dream
of something I didn’t understand.”
Source: Miyazawa Kenji: Selections (Poets for the Millennium)
“She was gentle but merciless. Her slight weight depressed the side of the mattress, and a slender arm slid behind him. As he was caught in that half-cradling hold, he considered shoving her off the bed. But her hand touched his cheek with a tenderness that somehow undermined his will to hurt her.”
Source: Cold-Hearted Rake
“She was getting bitchy.That was a good sign. "What am I supposed to do till you get back?" I said, patting the smouldering leather. "Hide in my closet? I"d rather be with you.”
“She was getting her adventure, he thought glumly, and long as it lasted he doubted if she would notice little things like fog or damp or cold. There must be a difference in what you saw, it seemed to him, depending on whether you sought adventure or had it forced on you. The stories could no doubt make galloping through a cold fog, with a Draghkar and the Light alone knew what else chasing you, sound thrilling. Egwene might be feeling a thrill; he only felt cold and damp and glad to have a village around him again, even if it was Taren Ferry.”
Source: The Eye of the World
“She was getting ready to attach a figure of a longhorn steer wearing a Christmas hat, compliments of Shelley's mother's Texas collection -- and thinking of how fun it was to see decoration from the various newcomers to the pack -- when she heard Guthrie shouting.
Deep, frustrated showing.
And cursing.
Claws scrambled on the stone floor, boots tromped at a run toward the great hall, and then disaster struck.
Women shrieked and shouted, but Calla was on the other side of the tree where she couldn't see the commotion. But then she saw the twelve-foot tree toppling over -- right toward her.
Before she could get out of the way, something hit her hard from the side and slammed her against the floor. Just before the tree landed on top of them. He was on top of her, smelling like the great outdoors, fir tree, and musky, sexy male wolf, Guthrie.
"Sorry," he mumbled against her ear, branches framing his head and touching the floor on either side of hers. "I meant to rescue you."
She smiled. "From... the tree?”
Source: A Highland Wolf Christmas
“She was getting up half an hour earlier than usual to do her sun salutations and repeat her mantras.
"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift," she'd chant to herself as she brushed her teeth. "It's not happy people who are grateful, it's grateful people who are happy," she'd say as she brushed her hair.”
Source: The Authenticity Project
“She was getting used to his rhythms and his moods, recognizing the quiet signals that telegraphed who he was. Good and bad, strengths and faults, he was hers forever. As she pulled into the driveway, she spotted Logan coming down the steps from the house, and she waved. She was his forever, too—imperfect as she was. Take it or leave it, she thought. She was who she was. As Logan walked toward her, he smiled as if reading her mind and opened his arms.”
“She was given to me to put things right
And I stacked all my accomplishments beside her
Still I seemed so obselete and small
I found God and all His devils inside her
In my bed she cast the blizzard out
A mock sun blazed upon her head
So completely filled with light she was
Her shadow fanged and hairy and mad
Our love-lines grew hopelessly tangled
And the bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle”
“She was giving a brilliant performance of terror. The realism was far more erotic than the usual giggling in a dark room with a whore in slutty lingerie. I appreciated her attention to detail and I appreciated her acting ability. This was going to be one hell of a fuck.”
“She was giving him a look. It took Eustace a second to figure out what it was. Her off-kilter gaze traveled the length of his body, then lingered pointedly. The gesture was supposed to be seductive but was more like livestock trying to sell itself.”
Source: The City of Mirrors
“She was glad of this, her mind turning a corner as she let go of the past.”
“she was glad she had been scarred. She said that whoever loved her now would love her true self, and not her pretty face.”
Source: The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Angel; Clockwork Prince; Clockwork Princess
“She was glad that she had not let on to Lonzo how she felt; a woman has business to be as strong as a man. No, a woman has to be stronger than a man. A man don't mind laying the ax between a calf's eyes; a woman does mind, and has to stand by and watch it done. A man fathers a little un, but a woman feels it shove up against her heart, and beat on her body, and drag on her with its weight. A woman has to be stronger than a man.”
Source: Lamb in His Bosom
“She was glad to share space without needing to force a conversation. Small talk could be a considerate gesture, but most of the time, at your own expense. With nothing to say, squeezing the words dry leaves only an empty heart and a desire to escape.”
“She Was God Sent
A special appreciation for a loving Mother
She has gone to sleep
Her beautiful soul is at rest
She watched as we wept
When we realized she had left
But we remained kept
By our appreciation for her
She lived life to the fullest
Until her last breath
When blood could no longer flow to her heart
We wondered who would lend a helping hand
Because while alive, she always had our backs
Even when things were hard
We went through intense hurt
As we dealt with her absence
Yet we admired her race
Which she ran with grace
Our gift so rare
A torchbearer
She was our strength
Truly, she was God-sent”
Source: From My Mother's Classroom: A Badge of Honour for a Remarkable Woman
“She was going about her life, taking her pleasures as she found them, suffering what was hers to suffer, doing what she had to do. She had about her no air of self-pity or complaint. And this could only have been because, in her own heart, she was not pitying herself or complaining.”
Source: Jayber Crow
“she was going to a strange place where the damned, demented and deranged clawed and cried, where birds don’t sing, and the sun never rises above the horizon.”
Source: Rosie: An Old Castle Novel
“She was going to be okay. I knew she was. She had forever changed my life and I had changed hers. I had heard a soldier once speak of the camaraderie men who fight in battle have with each other. I felt that way with Bathsheba now. She was more than just a name in my Bible, and we’d become more than just friends.”
“She was going to be the one beside me for decades to come, the one who opened up my wild and gave it space to roam free, the mother of my children. She was the love of my life, and she was the only one.”
Source: Preservation
“She was going to do it. She was going to the mine. And if it crushed her, if it killed her, if it blackened her lungs and buried her name—at least her brother would live.”
“She was going to get another glass of champagne, enjoy herself and get to know her new co-workers. The thought came to an abrupt halt as she opened the bedroom door and found Quinn leaning against the wall opposite her, almost casually. But she wasn't fooled by his stance.
Nothing about him was casual. Those muscular arms were crossed over his broad chest and there was an almost predatory gleam in those dark eyes. No, that look on his face couldn't be mistaken for anything but raw lust.”
Source: Sworn to Protect
“She was going to go to her room,munch on chocolate,then collapse into bed.
And if her upstairs neighbors decided to talk about who the daddy was or cry again about how much David was loved,she'd go up there and give them somthing to really bloody cry about.”
Source: From Rags
“She was going to have a beautiful life.”
Source: Ride Steady
“She was going to lose her visa and her only source of income and move back to Canada, where it snowed all the time and people ate moose heart and—”
Source: The Love Hypothesis
“She was going to plant a Japanese maple tree on top. She had already procured it, a lovely sapling with pale bark and the most elegant limbs, long and even, fine but strong. It had been one of Edward's favorite trees; the leaves were red in spring, turning by autumn to a most beautiful bright copper color, just like Lily Millington's hair. No, not Lily Millington, she corrected herself, for that had never been her real name.
"Albertine," Lucy whispered, thinking back to that mild Hampstead afternoon when she had seen the shock of red in the glass house at the bottom of the garden and Mother had instructed her to take two cups of tea "in the finest china." "Your name was Albertine Bell."
Birdie, to those who loved her.”
Source: The Clockmaker's Daughter
“She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift.”
Source: The Road