S Quotes
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“She was moved by a kind of commiseration... a pity for that colorless existence which never uplifted its possessor beyond the region of blind contentment, in which no moment of anguish ever visited her soul, in which she would never have the taste of life's delirium.”
Source: THE AWAKENING - A Solitary Soul (Feminist Classics Series): One Women's Story from the Turn-Of-The-Century American South
“She was moved.
Moved down to her core at something so simple, something so many people in the world took for granted, something she had never experienced for herself before.
Being seen.”
Source: Enigma
“She was murdered fifty years ago, right here in Savannah. They found her body floating in the river.”
Source: Emerald Green
“She was my accountant, so I just believed her.”
“She was my black rose, a broken angel I could hug and drift away with into peaceful oblivion.”
Source: Playmates
“She was my destination. I was always on the way to Lena, even when I wasn't. Even when she wasn't on her way to me.”
“She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, when I'm sitting here, I think about her. There could never have been another.”
“She was my first cat ever, and I thought she was marvelous.”
Source: My Life in France
“She was my first love, and I loved her as only a boy loves.”
Source: The Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man
“She was my friend, and I have been
mourning the loss of her well before her death”
Source: Fallen Rain
“She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility frightened me, because they reminded me of my own tenuous grasp on life.”
Source: Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
“She was my friend. Briefly, she was my lover. She was braver than I ever would have been in the moment of death. And I bet she was a hell of a shooting star.”
Source: Old Man's War
“She was my go-to person. I’d tell her everything. Now, all of those late-night phone calls, all the sleepovers at her house because I couldn’t deal with stuff at home, all the crying on her shoulder. It’s all gone. It’s like if she doesn’t know, then it didn’t happen, and if it didn’t happen then what exactly am I holding on to?” ~Stacey”
Source: Keep Me In Mind
“She was my idea of Royalty, peaceful yet poised.”
Source: the Poppy fields near the French countryside: Sappho edition
“She was my mother. I couldn't threaten to slap, stab, beat or even name call her. I tried to think of something to scare her into never mentioning the predicament with the Dreamsnatcher again. I'll become a swinger," I said. her eyes bugged. Uptight rearing made her uncomfortable with alternate lifestyles. "That's right. threesomes, foursomes, and more. bones knows about a thousand chicks who'd love to hop into bed with us. It'll be kinky, we'll get out freak on.-”
“She was my muse.
an endless fountain of
beautiful colors and words—
and all she ever did
was exist
as so effortlessly herself.”
Source: LVOE. Volume II
“She was my rain. She was my unpredictable element. She was my fear. But a racer should not be afraid of rain; a racer should embrace the rain.”
Source: The Art of Racing in the Rain
“She was my religion. My north and south, my heaven and earth, the axis of rightness around which everything had suddenly aligned. For the first time in mi life, all my polarized parts worked as one, humming happily along in harmony with the univers, finally understanding their place.”
Source: Burn for You
“She was my sacred angel that I could never violate. Reira was my sanctuary. I needed something solid like that in this dirty, disappointing world.”
“She was nearly fainting: indeed, she wished she could really faint, but faints don't come for the asking.”
Source: The Silver Chair
“She was nervous about the future; it made her indelicate. She was one of the most unimportantly wicked women of her time --because she could not let her time alone, and yet could never be a part of it. She wanted to be the reason for everything and so was the cause of nothing. She had the fluency of tongue and action meted out by divine providence to those who cannot think for themselves. She was the master of the over-sweet phrase, the over-tight embrace.”
Source: Nightwood
“She was never going to get used to how much the Faeries seem to stare at her, as if dissecting her and examining the little pieces inside her like a science project.~Ever Fire: A Dark Faerie Tale #2”
“She was never going to seek gainful employment again, that was for certain. She'd remain outside the public sector. She'd be an anarchist, she'd travel with jaguars. She was going to train herself to be totally irrational. She'd fall in love with a totally inappropriate person. She'd really work on it, but abandon would be involved as well. She'd have different names, a.k.a. Snake, a.k.a. Snow - no that was juvenile. She wanted to be extraordinary, to possess a savage glitter.”
“She was never mine, but I was always hers.”
Source: In Kafka's Silence, and Dostoevsky's Guilt
“She was never neutral, but she could be tolerant, although it was hard work - never a tolerance of indifference.”
Source: Born to Rebel: The Life of Harriet Boyd Hawes
“She was never quite ready.
But she was brave.
And the universe listens to brave.”
“she was never quite sure whether it was the cold that brought the ice dragon or the ice dragon that brought the cold”
“She was never satisfied with anything less than perfection, but she was no grind. She was too interested in people.”
Source: The Bully Pulpit: Theodore Roosevelt, William Howard Taft, and the Golden Age of Journalism
“She was never to ask me a question about the man she loved most and understood least. Perhaps she knew enough to know that for her it was enough to have loved him.”
Source: A River Runs Through It
“She was nice to him on Valentine's Day. She gave him a heart-shaped rash.”
“She was nice. Nice is good.”
“She was no better than the shells by her feet, tumbling this way and that at the beck and call of the waves.”
Source: Taking Root
“She was no closer to determining who might want her dead. There were just too many possibilities.”
Source: Blameless: Book 3 of The Parasol Protectorate
“She was no longer a slow dreamer watching the flowers grow. She was a warrior now. Warriors need something to fight for though, beside their lives, because otherwise their lives will not be worth it.”
“She was no longer fearful for her future or that of her sister's. He was heaven-sent.”
Source: A Deal with the Earl
“She was no longer shaken. If she remembered her screams in the fire she did not care to dwell on them. If she remembered that, before the fire, she had wept real tears in my arms, it made no change in her; she was, as always in the past, a person of little indecision, a person for who habitual quiet did not mean anxiety of regret.”
Source: Interview with the Vampire
“She was no longer struggling against the perception of facts, but adjusting herself to their clearest perception.”
Source: Middlemarch: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)
“She was no longer that happy creature who in earlier youth wandered with me on the banks of the lake and talked with ecstasy of our future prospects. The first of those sorrows which are sent to wean us from the earth had visited her, and its dimming influence quenched her dearest smiles.”
Source: Frankenstein
“She was no longer the shy girl her schoolmates had teased or ignored; conversation came naturally, he laughed easily, they ranked their five favorite Keats poems, agreeing to tie "Bright Star" and "To Autumn" for the top spot. Flowers rained down as the light breeze set them free, surrounding them in a purple haze. "La Belle Dame," he said softly, reaching to take a bloom from her hair. His expression was serious, his keen eyes studying hers. "Full beautiful---a faery's child. Have mercy on me." Polly felt something turn deep inside her, like a key in a lock, and knew that there was no way back from here.”
Source: Homecoming
“She was no longer theirs. She was his. And he was hers. And this was their world.”
“She was no longer wrestling with the grief,
but could sit down with it as a lasting companion
and make it a sharer in her thoughts.”
Source: Middlemarch: A Study of Provincial Life
“She was no stranger to the game of flirtation. During her time in Paris, many men had attempted to woo her with sweet words and kisses. But this was different. Mr. Royce was no courtly French gentleman. His touch wasn’t sweet. It was incendiary.”
Source: Rules for Ruin
“She was no stranger to waiting, after all. Her men had always made her wait. “Watch for me, little Cat,” her father would always tell her, when he rode off to court or fair or battle. And she would, standing patiently on the battlements of Riverrun as the waters of the Red Fork and the Tumblestone flowed by. He did not always come when he said he would, and days would ofttimes pass as Catelyn stood her vigil, peering out between crenels and through arrow loops until she caught a glimpse of Lord Hoster on his old brown gelding, trotting along the rivershore toward the landing. “Did you watch for me?” he’d ask when he bent to bug her. “Did you, little Cat?”
Brandon Stark had bid her wait as well. “I shall not be long, my lady,” he had vowed. “We will be wed on my return.” Yet when the day came at last, it was his brother Eddard who stood beside her in the sept.
Ned had lingered scarcely a fortnight with his new bride before he too had ridden off to war with promises on his lips. At least he had left her with more than words; he had given her a son.”
“She was no stranger to waiting, after all. Her man had always made her wait.”
“She was no stripper with a heart of gold, that was for sure. A heart of steel, more like.”
Source: The Lion Lies Down with the Lamb
“She was not a poet. She was a poem.”
“She was not a slowpoke grownup. She was a girl who could not wait. Life was so interesting she had to find out what happened next.”
Source: Ramona 3-Book Collection: Ramona the Pest, Beezus and Ramona, Ramona the Brave
“She was not a stupid woman, and she knew perfectly well that Lucy did not love her, but needed her to love.”
Source: A Room with a View
“She was not a white woman. She was not a Greek... Until the emergence of the doctrine of white superiority, Cleopatra was generally pictured as a distinctly African woman, dark in color.”
“She was not able to find her purpose in life. She would smile on the outside, but inside she was going through myriad difficulties. Her laughter was for the outside world, and she kept her sadness hidden deep inside her heart.
I don't know what it was about me that made her tell me about her feelings, emotions, and thoughts.
May be she felt that I could relate to her. Her feelings of loneliness. Her feelings of angst. She felt that I could understand her feelings. Among her friends, no one bothered to find out about her real feelings and emotions. Writers and poets are known to understand the perspectives and feelings of others. And I was a writer and wanderer, never staying at one place for long.”