S Quotes
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“She was spirit and presence, as rare and brilliant as snowflakes in sunlight, and he could not bring himself to harm her.”
“She was spoiled, but she wasn't lazy. She knew what she wanted, and because she believed absolutely that she could have everything she wanted if she tried hard enough to get it, she never stopped trying.”
Source: Nobody Does It Better
“She was spontaneous. Even in her cleverness. She never looked at people; people looked at her. It was her reward for being natural.”
Source: The Road Taken
“She was spontaneously created by the midichlorians,' I said. Both women gave me blank looks. 'Never mind.”
Source: Rivers of London
“She was standing at the door, and the sheer visual delight, the sharp ache of happiness, something like the sight of fleeing moments of beauty that are so much a part of the life’s vanishing act, with its total absence of forever, filled him as usual with that greed, that tyrannical urge to seize, to keep and preserve and never lose again, which is perhaps how twenty thousand years ago the first image of an antelope came to be painted by an artist upon a rock. Then she put her blouse on and Time, the old robber baron, went by, carrying his loots away.”
Source: The Gasp
“She was standing at the door defenseless, dressed like a queen and yet completely vulnerable and submissive, her pride relinquished. She had exposed herself in an act of pure courage, and that made him love her even more.”
Source: París
“She was standing in the airport of Copenhagen, staring at a doorway, trying to figure out if it was (a) a bathroom and (b) what kind of bathroom it was. The door merely said H. Was she an H? Was H "hers"? It could just as easily be "his". Or "Helicopter Room: Not a Bathroom at All”
“She was standing on the precipice right now and if she jumped, she'd hurtle down to hell to sit beside me. If I ended up having to push her off the edge, that also counted.”
Source: Hemlock
“She was staring at you.’’ ‘‘What can I say? Irresistible.’’ ‘‘Shane, it’s not funny. I just—you should be careful.’’ ‘‘Always am.’’ Which was an absolute lie. Shane’s eyes fixed on hers, and she felt a burst of heat inside that crept up to burn in her cheeks. He smiled slowly. ‘‘Jealous?’’ ‘‘Maybe.’’ ‘‘No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.”
Source: Feast of Fools: The Morganville Vampires
“She was starmetal bones with kaleidoscope eyes. A cracked framework of unique beauty, a patchwork portrait filled with swirling brush strokes, an amalgamation of delicate light and detailed shatter. I could write a novel about the way she breathes.”
“She was starting to believe they were the same thing. When humans wanted each other, they were all mouths and teeth, desire and satisfaction. Miriam wanted Esther in that way, also. She didn't see the need to distinguish between lust and love, consumption and devotion. Miriam loved her. She wanted her life and her death and each bloody beat of her heart in between.”
Source: As Many Souls as Stars
“She was starting to feel a little like a hamburger at a dieters’ convention. Nobody was likely to snack on her, but absolutely everybody noticed she was edible.”
Source: Black Dawn
“She was starting to forget which scars she had gotten by Misho’s side, and which would be new to him. Mirrors reminded her too much that she was still here, fearing failure and success alike because it took her further from the man she loved.”
Source: Resistor
“She was starting to hate the idea of marriage. She didn’t ever want to get married. Why? For what? From what she’d seen, it just made everyone miserable. Particularly women. They lost everything when they got married—most importantly, their independence. There was supposedly this new generation of Muslim men that were fine recognizing a woman’s right to independence— for the price of taking on a man’s responsibility. Cheap, right?
As long as she was willing to work full time, use her money to pay bills, take care of all household chores, spoil her husband, watch the kids, care for the kids, cook for the family, grocery shop, maintain the entire house, spend time with everyone, carefully budget expenses, she could go wherever she wanted. But just when, exactly, was she supposed to have the time?”
Source: A Second Look
“She was starting to think there might be such a thing as karma - that repetition - maybe you lived through the same thing over and over until you stopped caring. Maybe eventually it got less intense, until it was just nothing.”
Source: Paint It Black
“She was startled. "But you're human, aren't you?" In some ways yes. But in other ways I'm a stranger to your kind. I have a friend who calls you plucked angels, and he claims you're a total waste of spirit. Do you ever think like that?" Of course, in honest moments. But I can be just as honest and think that we aren't a spiritual waste but a spiritual potential waiting to grow.”
Source: The Return Of Merlin
“She was staying. A little longer. V smiled to himself. So this was what winning the lottery felt like.”
Source: Lover Unbound: A Novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood
“She was still a wild thing, a woman with the heart of a she-wolf and a face that could tear down cities. Now, everyone knew that as well.”
Source: The Faceless Woman
“She was still clutching the book. She was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life.”
Source: The Book Thief
“She was still hugging the cat. "Poor slob," she said, tickling his head, "poor slob without a name. It's a little inconvenient, his not having a name. But I haven't any right to give him one: he'll have to wait until he belongs to somebody. We just sort of took up by the river one day, we don't belong to each other: he's an independent, and so am I. I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together. I'm not quite sure where that is just yet. But I know what it's like." She smiled, and let the cat drop to the floor. "It's like Tiffany's," she said.
[...]
It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there, not with those kind men in their nice suits, and that lovely smell of silver and alligator wallets. If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany's, then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name.”
Source: Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories
“She was still loping around on all fours, her fists blue-white from the strain. As if she were holding a secret tight to the ground. Sister Maria de la Guardia would sigh every time she saw her. "Caramba!" She'd sit down with Mirabella and pry her fingers apart. "You see?" she'd say softly, again and again. "What are you holding on to? Nothing, little one. Nothing.”
Source: St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
“She was still not at ease with the idea that she was now important enough to have people as accessories. Nor was she comfortable with the idea of these people as gatekeepers with access to the details of their personal lives. Whenever she felt herself shrinking under the indifferent glare of the staff that surrounded her, as she did in this instance, she straightened her back and lifted her chin in the way that Chiedza, her trusted advisor-friend, had instructed her to do.”
“She was still there inside me now, just as she always was: a life put on hold, a memory I didn't know how to handle.”
Source: Hardboiled: & Hard Luck
“She was still under the spell of her infatuation. She had tried to forget him, realizing the inutility of remembering. But the thought of him was like an obsession, ever pressing itself upon her. It was not that she dwelt upon details of their acquaintance, or recalled in any special or peculiar way his personality; it was his being, his existence, which dominated her thought, fading sometimes as if it would melt into the mist of the forgotten, reviving again with an intensity which filled her with an incomprehensible longing.”
Source: Awakening EasyRead Edition
“She was still waiting for him to come back to her, even though he wasn't going to. She was still holding out for something that wasn't going to happen. She was good at waiting. That seemed like a sad thing to be good at.”
Source: Girls in Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood
“She was still waiting for the rush of love. That one you feel, all at once the second they’re born, like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. The rush of love that people with children always go on about. She’d been looking forward to it. It worried her that she hadn’t felt it yet.”
Source: Little Darlings
“She was strangely different. Not actually in any way he [her father] might have feared. Rather, she seemed more sure, quieter, more still, more absorbent, more favorably aware of them [her family] than ever in the past.”
Source: Beauty
“She was strangely unaware that she could look and see freshly for herself, as she wrote, without primary regard for what had been said before.”
Source: Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values
“She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of the sun and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all came to her. She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight.”
Source: Their Eyes Were Watching God
“She was strong, and strong women weren’t intimidated by insignificant men.”
“She was strong. She was courageous. But it never took away the fear.”
Source: The Number of Love
“She was stronger alone.”
Source: The Complete Novels of Jane Austen
“She was stronger alone; and her own good sense so well supported her, that her firmness was as unshaken, her appearance of cheerfulness as invariable, as, with regrets so poignant and so fresh, it was possible for them to be.”
Source: Sense and Sensibility: A Novel
“She was stronger now and did not need the opinion of a man to validate her beauty.”
Source: Hearts of Gold Collection
“She was struck again by the unlikely vibrancy of the color brown.”
Source: Waking Beauty
“She was struck by the simple truth that sometimes the most ordinary things could be made extraordinary, simply by doing them with the right people.”
“She was struck once again by how different he was from that self-absorbed cad he'd been when she had met him a year earlier. Despite her best efforts not to, she'd fallen in love with him then. It would be so very easy to love this kinder, more considerate Naveen.”
Source: Almost There
“She was struggling against a current that brought her inside herself.”
“She was struggling with something she had never felt before. A new conception of art? It came closer than that. A new kind of personality? But it was much more. It was a discovery about life, a revelation of love as a tragic force, not a melting mood, of passion that drowns like black water.”
Source: Lucy Gayheart
“She was struggling, as she always had struggled, not to show what she could do but to hide what she couldn't do. A life made up of advances that were actually frantic retreats and victories that were concealed defeats.”
Source: The Reader
“She was stubborn.
She was evolving.
She needed SOLITUDE like normal people needed exercise.”
Source: Fallout Dreams
“She was stung by sharp regret thinking about the sheets and tablecloths, so costly and never used due to excessive regard.”
“she was such a bad actress. she never said her lines rite, it was something perverse in her nature. and wat was her line anyway?”
“She was such a beautiful and sweet creature... and so full of tricks.”
“She was such a force of life that it feels impossible to imagine the world without her in it. She was so excited about her new job. It is so unbearably sad and hard to comprehend.”
Source: The Midnight Library
“She was such a good loving mother, my best friend. Oh, who was happier than I when I could still say the dear name "Mother," and it was heard, and whom can I say it to now?”
“She was such a scrawny, ugly little thing, and anyway she was sick; her crystalline blue eyes were watery, and she complained a lot. Father tried to point out that 'all' Bernice's Siamese complained a lot, and they all looked ugly to the untrained eye: skinny as snakes, with peevish, triangular faces, ears all out of proportion. Vivian thought J.C. just needed to fill out a bit. She took the cat to the kitchen and let her perch on the kitchen stool, fed her little tidbits as she went about her work. J.C. developed an eclectic and discriminating palate over the next few weeks. She liked goat cheese but not feta, she accepted slivers of toasted garlic but not raw, she ate ratatouille and minced coq au vin and went ecstatic over chicken in aspic.”
Source: Starting from Scratch
“She was such a solitary woman. A solitary woman who longed for one person to know her. I think I do know her now, but it is too late.”
Source: Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
“She was such a surprising mix of gentle and brash, of focused and flighty. It was almost as if I could see the little girl in her battling with the responsible woman, figuring out which would lead the way.”
Source: Beautiful
“She was such a sweet and funny person. To see her looking like something he has come to hate was a shot to the heart.”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel