S Quotes
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“She was too intent upon her work, and too earnest in what she said, and too composed and quiet altogether, to be on the watch for any look he might direct towards her in reply; so the shaft of his ungrateful glance fell harmless, and did not wound her.”
Source: Charles Dickens's works. Charles Dickens ed. [18 vols. of a 21 vol. set. Wanting A child's history of England; Christmas stories; The mystery of Edwin Drood].
“She was too much—for Zenith, Ohio. She’d tried at times to make herself smaller, to fit neatly into the ordered lines of expectation. But somehow, she always managed to say or do something outrageous—she’d accept a dare to climb a flagpole, or make a slightly risqué joke, or go riding in cars with boys—and suddenly she was “that awful O’Neill girl” all over again.”
“She was too quiet, or she was too loud. She took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. She was too sensitive, or too cold-hearted. She hated with every fiber of her being, or loved with all her heart. There was no in-between for her. It was either all or nothing. She wanted everything, but in the end, she settled for nothing.”
Source: Game of Nightmares
“She was too tired to feel anything more, she wanted a book to do to her what books did: take away the world, slide it aside for a little bit, and let her please, please just be somewhere and somebody else”
Source: The Magician's Land
“She was too well-trained to panic.”
Source: Bomb: The Race to Build—and Steal—the World's Most Dangerous Weapon
“She was too young to truly understand our loss, and she was too old to hold in my arms. Yet, I wanted nothing more than to clutch her against me as we faced the burial of her mother.”
Source: Girl Desecrated: Vampires, Asylums and Highlanders 1984
“She was too young, too impatient to live, too unacquainted with pain.”
Source: The Portrait of a Lady
“She was torn between her customer service training and her youthful certitude.”
Source: In a Sunburned Country
“She was tough in the best sense of the word. She'd taken blows, the disappointments, and had worked her way through them. Some people, he knew, would have buckled under, found a clutch, or given up. But she had carved a place for herself and made it work.”
“She was trained to design buildings.
Now she is the architecture.
A woman built like a city.”
Source: Beirut Labyrinth – ENTER
“She was tranquil, but it was with the quietness of exhausted grief, not of resignation; and she looked back upon the past, and awaited the future, with a kind of out-breathed despair.”
Source: The Italian, or the confessional of the black penitents. A romance. By Ann Radcliffe, ... In three volumes. ... The second edition. Volume 1 of 3
“She was transparent, like a watercolor. As if she were about to dissolve in sound, in tones not yet created.”
“She was truest to them in the season of trial, as all the quietly loyal and good will always be.”
Source: a tale of two cities
“She was truly happy for the first time in her life, and it felt just like living in a small room painted all white, with windows looking out onto impenetrable forest.”
Source: Intimations: Stories
“She was trying to get rid of a religious hangover.”
“She was trying to prove that she could be just like a man to all of them. To Jimmy. To Lydia. Because the world has decided that to be soft was to be weak, even though Joan's experience being soft and flexible was always more durable than being hard and brittle. Admiring you were afraid always take more guts than pretending you weren't. Being willing to make mistakes goes further than never trying. The world has decided that to be fallible was weak. But we are all fallible. The strong ones are the ones who accepted it.”
Source: Atmosphere
“She was trying to say something else; she was trying to say that the inability to articulate what one feels in any satisfactory way is one of our enduring tragedies. It wouldn't have been much, and it wouldn't have been useful, but it would have been something that reflected the gravity and the sadness inside her. Instead, she had snapped at him for being a loser. It was as if she were trying to find a handhold on the boulder of her feelings, and had merely ended up with grit under her nails.”
Source: Juliet, Naked
“She was trying to sound tough and impatient, but she knew that vulnerable desire to be wooed was still brimming in her tone.”
“She was twenty and had come to realize that, though she had a voice, she wasn't a singer; that to endure and embrace the life of a singer demands a whole lot more than a voice.”
“She was two steps from vomiting on the lawn, yet here she stood sounding like a homicidal maniac.”
Source: Forged Futures
“She was ugly from the front, and I said ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly. Well, I could handle it behind her.”
“She was unable to prevent the tears shimmering in her blue eyes, and Teach muttered something under his breath. "Why are you always so sad?" he asked.
Noting the tenderness in his features, it was difficult to speak around the lump in her throat. "I'm not."
"Yes, you are. When we are married, I shall make you smile, every day for the rest of your life.”
Source: Blackhearts
“She was unaware that she was somewhat of a celebrity up in heaven. I had told people about her, what she did, how she observed moments of silence up and down the city and wrote small individual prayers in her journal, and the story had travelled so quickly that women lined up to know she had found where they’d been killed. She had fans in heaven..... Meanwhile, for us, she was doing important work, work that most people on Earth were too frightened even too contemplate.”
“She was unbelievably beautiful, shockingly paralyzing, and she just got more and more breathtaking with each passing year. It was horrifying. Inhumane.”
Source: That Bubbling Feeling
“She was undeniably lovely, with her honey-shaded hair and blue eyes, but she possessed a quality that surpassed physical beauty: a hint of passion contained beneath the frail gravity of her facade. Like any man, Ross was aroused more by what was concealed than by what was revealed. And clearly, Sophia Sydney was a woman of many secrets.”
Source: Lady Sophia's Lover
“She was unequal to anyone's wistfulness. She had made too little of her life. Its loneliness shamed her like a crime.”
Source: The Collected Stories of Lorrie Moore
“She was unlike most other girls of her age, in this—that she had ideas of her own, and was stiff-necked enough to set the fashions themselves at defiance, if the fashions didn't suit her views.”
“She was unlike the women one normally encounters sitting on a chair in the terrace. She had a lost look in her eyes. She had a faraway gaze. It seemed as if she was searching for something in life!”
“She was unreal.
She was perfection.
Girls like her didn’t belong here.
Fortunately, she did belong to me.
She always wore a winsome smile, but it wasn’t only that.
It was her eyes; they were made up of stars.
Her hands.
Her fingers.
It was the world’s most fancy duty to keep her close.”
Source: IF TOMORROW COMES
“She was up and down—from fire and brimstone to smoke and ashes.”
Source: The John Green Collection
“She was very beautiful and he felt he loved her. She was not beautiful as a state or a picture is beautiful; she was beautiful as a meadow across which the wind blows. It was life that pulsed in her and that had formed her into what she was.”
Source: Arch of Triumph: A Novel of a Man Without a Country
“She was very beautiful-but it was a beauty that made me uncomfortable.”
Source: Thalia
“She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes—she was conscious that even these trivial things were inwoven with her deepest life.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Edith Wharton (Illustrated)
“She was very ugly - the ugliest person you ever saw in your life! Her hair was scraped into a bun, sticking straight out at the back of her head like a teapot handle; and her face was round and wrinkly, and she had eyes like two little black boot-buttons. And her nose! - she had a nose like two potatoes. She wore a rusty black dress right up to the top of her neck and right down to her button boots, and a rusty black jacket and a rusty black bonnet, all trimmed with trembly black jet, with her teapot-handled of a bun sticky out at the back. And she carried a small brown case and a large black stick, and she had a very fierce expression indeed on her wrinkly, round, brown face.
But what you noticed most of all was that she had one huge front Tooth, sticking right out like a tombstone over her lower lip. You never, in the whole of your life, ever saw such a Tooth!”
Source: Nurse Matilda
“She was very young...she still expected something from life, she did not understand that to push an inconvenient person over a cliff solves nothing.”
“She was waiting for me to kill her like her death would prove my nefariousness.”
Source: THE LEAFWING
“She was waiting, but she didn't know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart.”
Source: The fall, & Exile and the kingdom
“She was walking into doors again
A regular habit so it seems"
From the Domestic”
Source: Eat Not My Brother
“She was warned.
She was given an explanation.
Nevertheless, she persisted.”
“She was wearing a canary-yellow two-piece bathing suit, one piece of which she would not actually be needing for another nine or ten years.”
Source: FOR ESME- WITH LOVE AND SQUALOR
“She was wearing a long white Juliet-style nightgown. I was not exactly a ladies' man, but I had been with enough women to know that these weren't garments women wore to bed anymore.”
Source: The Gilded Life of Matilda Duplaine
“She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn't mean anything but that I didn't think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.”
“She was wearing a purple T-shirt, with a skinny black dress over it that made you remember how much of a girl she was, and trashed black boots that made you forget.”
“She was wearing a sleeveless top that held her breasts in the most marvelous way, the balance between what it revealed and what it left to the imagination as poetic as a Shakespearean sonnet.”
Source: CHIMERAS
“She was wearing her best dress, a ball gown made of iridescent shot silk, which appeared silver from one angle, and lavender from another. The front was simple in design, with a smooth, tight-fitting bodice and a low scooped neckline. A web of intricate tucks in the back flowed into a cascade of silk that fluttered and shimmered whenever she moved.”
Source: Devil in Spring
“She was wearing her fuzzy pink hat and she was happy, which was so obnoxious. She'd become one of those people who waltzed through life without so much as a split end, and I was still one of those people who changed diapers for free but still got treated like a rented mule.”
Source: Other Words for Love
“She was wearing the same clothes, but now she looked haggard and dirty. The delicate illusions that get us through life can only stand so much strain.”
Source: The Rum Diary: A Novel
“She was well aware that the heart
never breaks just once, it cracks open a million times across the span of a person’s life and as long as she kept living it would break again.”
Source: Lies a River Deep
“She was what we used to call a suicide blonde - dyed by her own hand.”
Source: Him With His Foot In His Mouth and Other Stories
“She was white, perhaps too white. Her eyes, which were almost always cast down, when she raised them testified to the purest of souls, and when she smiled, revealing her small, white teeth, one might be tempted to say that a rose is merely a plant, and ivory just an elephant's tusk.”
Source: Noli Me Tangere (Touch Me Not)