S Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with S. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“She was the sea, moving in and out of his life, between this world and the next. But what was the sea if it had no shore to return to?”
Source: Curious Tides
“She was the sky full of surprises. Her dreams were blue and breathtaking as a bright day and her secrets were dark and poetic as a cold night. Either way, she was the most beautiful mess that one had ever come across.”
“She was the soft voice telling me to lie down in traffic. And I wanted to. God, I wanted to.”
Source: Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia
“She was the sort of person for whom fear was the natural response to that beyond explanation.”
Source: The Forgotten Garden
“She was the sort of person whose mood preceded her into the room whenever she arrived, an extra presence that could not be ignored.”
Source: The Life and Death of Mary Wollstonecraft
“She was the stained glass in the ballroom, and every book that surrounded the woods of color, each volume of her life, could shatter more easily than ever before.
It would have been wise, perhaps, to run from those woods, to turn from glass to girl.
Instead, she offered him her hand.”
Source: Prince of Chandeliers
“She was the stone-faced queen, then and ever after. She had needed the mask to rule, and she had been glad to have it. She wondered if Eugenides was glad of his.”
“She was the storm, she was the lightning, she was the adult world with all its power and all its secrets and all its foolish casual cruelty.”
“She was the sun of my life, the gilder of every pleasure, the soother of every sorrow, I had not a thought concealed from her, and it is as if I had lost a part of myself.”
“She was the temptress who had ensnared the first man, and who still continued her work at damnation; she was the being who is feeble, dangerous, mysteriously troubling. And even more than her body of perdition, he hated her loving soul.”
Source: The Works of Guy de Maupassant
“She was the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude; nor the second, that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it's there, because it can't hurt, and because what difference does it make?”
Source: Sula
“She was the trembler of knees, the spiller of teacups.”
Source: And the Mountains Echoed
“She was the Weeping Woman, sure. But I was the woman who made rainwater out of tears. I would use them to water my crops through this drought. When people bought my fat turnips and sharp radishes and long, thick carrots, they would taste of freshly turned futures, hope, the bittersweet taste of things past, and the salty tang of possibility. This I would do to remind others that we are the seeds we plant, not the histories forced upon us. This I would do to wash away the sorrow from my soul.”
Source: Weep, Woman, Weep
“She was the wish of his life. He didn’t know how else to say it. He didn’t even know that he could really explain, just that every time he saw her he felt his bones might break under the weight of his wanting. His longing for her.”
Source: The Cherry House
“She was the world's best cook. Every night, she used to sing "Funiculi" while she fixed supper- puttanesca sauce, homemade bread, pasta she made every Wednesday. Rosa had loved nothing better than working side by side with her in the bright scrubbed kitchen in the house on Prospect Street, turning out fresh pasta, baking a calzone on a winter afternoon, adding a pinch of basil or fennel to the sauce. Most of all, Rosa could picture, like an inedible snapshot in her mind, Mamma standing at the sink and looking out the window, a soft, slightly mysterious smile on her face. Herr "Mona Lisa smile," Pop used to call it. Rosa didn't know about that. She had seen a postcard of the Mona Lisa and thought Mamma was way prettier.”
Source: Summer by the Sea
“She was the worst liar in her family. She used to think it was because she was the youngest, and therefore everyone could see right through her feeble attempts at deceit thanks to their superior knowledge of how the world worked.”
Source: Apples Never Fall
“She was their savior, after all. He just wondered if she knew that she had already saved him.”
“she was there.. fighting with me... saying mean things but crying at the same time... dont know where but ocean close by...standing near my car..she leans forward and started kissing me while crying... we kissed... we keep on kissing... I hold her waist..I hold her face with my both hands...we both crying and we kiss until she stops to say these few words .... dont leave me ever.... I love you Guru
and few seconds later I found myself searching her with my eyes wide open... again.. it was just a dream.”
“she was there.. fighting with me... saying means things but crying at the same time... dont know where but ocean close by...standing near my car..she leans forward and start kissing me while crying... we kissed... we keep on kissing... I hold her waist..I hold her face with my both hands...we both crying and we kiss until she stops to say these few words .... dont leave me ever.... I love you Guru
and few seconds later I found myself searching with my eyes wide open... again.. it was just a dream.”
“she was there, pouring need and passion into him. Pouring something else that felt like love. He was so unfamiliar with that emotion, that at first, he wasn't certain what it was that surrounded him and lifted him up. That he chased after. That he craved.”
Source: Lethal Game
“She was there, and she was the whole city, and that’s that.”
“She was thinking about prejudice, how it might begin so simply--they come from elsewhere, they don't look the way I do. Why did people want to match? And here they were in the great multicultural city of the first African-American but also half-white U.S. president in history.”
Source: There Is No Long Distance Now
“She was thinking of his mouth on hers. Which seemed only fair since he’d given a lot of thought to the same thing.
“’Night,” she whispered.
“Night,” he whispered back.
And yet neither of them moved.”
“She was thinking of the advantages she would have if only she were someone else.”
Source: Poor George
“She was thinking she needed to post a letter in the Lonely Hearts column in the Silver Town Gazette: She-wolf seeking male wolf who believes in ghosts. No others need apply.”
Source: Between a Wolf and a Hard Place
“She was thinking what I think she was thinking, wasn't she?”
“She was thirty-two, but drew blank on various periods of her life. In her own peculiar turn of phrase, they were like holes in the ground filled with plastic.”
Source: My Annihilation
“She was thirty-five, and she did not look a minute younger.”
Source: Boneshaker
“She was this incredible mom. With each of her kids, she did something called `time,' where she would spend an hour each day doing whatever the kid wanted to do, whether it was play spacemen or `Let's go into your makeup, and I'll make you up like a clown.' And as a teenager you'd be like, `Rub me, Mom. Give me a massage.'”
“She was those women, those girls, every one of them. And none of them were her.”
Source: Oathbringer
“She was thrilling to a desire that urged her to go forward, to be in closer to that fire, to be squabbling with the dogs, and to be avoiding and dodging the stumbling feet of men.”
Source: White Fang (Arcadia Classics)
“She was tipping her head back to inquire, when two men entered the great hall and the question flew right out of her head.
They were simply two of the most gorgeous men she'd ever seen. Twins, though different. They were both tall and powerfully built. One was taller by a few inches, with dark hair that swept just past his shoulders and eyes like shard of silver and ice while the other had long black hair falling in a single braid to his waist, and eyes as gold as Adam's torque. They were elegantly dressed in tailored clothing of dark hues, with magnificent bodies that dripped with raw sex appeal.
Oh, my, she marveled, they don't amek men like these in the States. Were these typical Scotsmen? If so, she was going to have to get Elizabeth over here somehow. A connoisseur of romance novels, Elizabeth's favorites were the Scottish ones, and these two men looked as if they'd just stepped straight off one of those covers.
"Try not to gape, ka-lyrra. They're only human. Mortal. Puny. And married. Both of them. Happily.”
Source: The Immortal Highlander
“She was tired of being the one who cried.”
Source: The Rainbow Rowell Collection: Eleanor & Park, Fangirl, Landline, and Carry On
“She was tired of being told how it was by this generation, who’d botched things so badly. They’d sold their children a pack of lies: God and country. Love your parents. All is fair. And then they’d sent those boys, her brother, off to fight a great monster of a war that maimed and killed and destroyed whatever was inside them. Still they lied, expecting her to mouth the words and play along. Well, she wouldn’t. She knew now that the world was a long way from fair. She knew the monsters were real.”
“She was tired of everyone deciding her life for her. She was ready to figure out who she really was--not what anyone else told her to be.”
Source: Scarlet
“She was tired of everyone wanting to go to heaven, nobody wanting to die. The only thing worth grieving over, she said, was that sometimes there was more beauty in this life than the world could bear.”
Source: Let The Great World Spin
“She was tired of hugging pillows, counting on blankets for warmth, and reliving romantic moments only in her dreams. She was tired of hoping that every day would hurry so she could get on to the next. Hoping that it would be a better day, an easier day. But it never was. Worked, paid the bills, and went to bed but never slept. Each morning the weight on her shoulders got heavier and heavier and each morning she wished for night to fall quickly so she could return to her bed to hug her pillows and wrap herself in the warmth of her blankets.”
“She was tired of shuffling around, of living in spaces owned by other people— a landlord would just be another man to whom she was beholden.”
Source: After the Eclipse: A Mother's Murder, a Daughter's Search
“She was tired these days because she was having job trouble too; her trouble meant she did not know how she could be useful in her life. Dad's job trouble was he had too much to do with his life. Sometimes I just wanted them to even it out but I couldn't think of how.”
Source: The Color Master: Stories
“She was tired, with that tiredness that only emptiness brings.”
“She was to bashfulness what that Pythagoras chap was to sorting out the area of the She was to bashfulness what that Pythagoras chap was to sorting out the area of the square of the hypotenuse once and for all.”
Source: The Case of the Ghost of Christmas Morning
“She was to be content to weave a steady life with him, all one fabric, but perhaps brocaded with the occasional flower of an adventure. But how could she know what she would feel next year? How could one ever know? How could one say Yes? for years and years? The little yes, gone on a breath! Why should one be pinned down by that butterfly word? Of course it had to flutter away and be gone, to be followed by other yes's and no's! Like the straying of butterflies.”
Source: Lady Chatterley’s Lover
“She was, to him, a holy grace, far more powerful than any priest or nun. God lived in her eyes. That was how he had fallen for her-- like a religious conversion.”
“She was told she had typhoid fever. Right away, as I still do today, I looked up the disease in medical books and read all about it.”
Source: "What Do You Care What Other People Think?": Further Adventures of a Curious Character
“She was too amazed. They'd solved her problem. Instead of being angry at her for not having the solution, they had worked out one themselves. She didn't need to do this all on her own. That shouldn't have been such a revelation for her. But after spending ages walking around with everyone piling bricks in your arms, it can throw you off balance when someone removes a brick to carry for you.”
Source: Tress of the Emerald Sea
“She was too busy to think about getting involved with anyone. Even one of the sexiest men alive.”
Source: One More Kiss
“She was too busy wishing
on shooting stars
to see the dreams
come true around her.”
Source: Love Her Wild
“She was too distracted by the alluring creature standing before her table, with his cordial blue eyes.”
Source: Blackwood Farm
“She was too exhausted and downcast to take in the importance of the news- just as a person who has shed so many tears at the bedside of someone who is dying has none left for the actual moment of death.”
Source: Suite Française
“She was too honest, too natural for this frightened man; too remote from his tidy laws. She was, after all, a country girl; disordered, hysterical, loving. She was muddled and mischievous as a chimney-jackdaw, she made her nest of rags and jewels, was happy in the sunlight, squawked loudly at danger, pried and was insatiably curious, forgot when to eat or ate all day, and sang when sunsets were red.”
Source: Cider With Rosie