S Quotes
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“She will save herself by proving that she is loyal, obedient, useful, even fanatic in the service of the men around her. She is the happy hooker, the happy homemaker, the exemplary Christian, the pure academic, the perfect comrade, the terrorist par excellence. Whatever the values, she will embody them with a perfect fidelity. The males rarely keep their part of the bargain as she understands it: protection from male violence against her person. But the militant conformist has given so much of herself […] that this betrayal is akin to nailing the coffin shut; the corpse is beyond caring.”
Source: Right-Wing Women
“She will simply cherish every moment she's allocated until there are no more.”
Source: Here One Moment
“She will try to find the nice way to exercise intelligence. But intelligence is not ladylike. Intelligence is full of excesses. Rigorous intelligene abhors sentimentality, and women must be sentimental to value the dreadful silliness of the men around them. Morbid intelligence abhors the cheery sunlight of positive thinking and eternal sweetness; and women must be sunlight and cheery and sweet, or the woman could not bribe her way with smiles through a day. Wild intelligence abhors any narrow world; and the world of women must stay narrow, or the woman is an outlaw. No woman could be Nietzsche or Rimbaud without ending up in a whorehouse or lobotomized. Any vital intelligence has passionate questions, aggressive answers; but women cannot be explorers; there can be no Lewis or Clark of the female mind.”
“She will write and write. She will finish this book, then write another. She will remain sane and she will live as she was meant to live, richly and deeply, among others of her kind, in full possession and command of her gifts.”
Source: The Hours
“She winced and covered her ears as Eric,onstage, wrestled with his microphone.
"Sorry about that, guys!" he yelled. "All right. I'm Eric, and this is my homeboy Matt on the drums. My first poem is called 'Untitled.'" He screwed up his face as if in pain, and wailed into the mike. "Come my faux juggernaut, my nefarious loins! Slather every protuberance with arid zeal!"
Simon slid down in his seat. "Please don't tell anyone I know him."
Clary giggled. "Who uses the word 'loins'?"
"Eric," Simon said grimly. "All his poems have loins in them."
'Turgid is my torment!" Eric wailed. "Agony swells within!"
"You bet it does," Clary said.”
Source: City of Bones
“She winced at the rush of pain that shuddered through the base of her skull. “Holy balls, my head hurts.”
“God, your mouth.” The way he said it almost sounded like a groan.
“I think you like my mouth.” The instant the words were out she wished she could reel them back in. Oh yeah, clearly she had a concussion. Or freaking brain damage.
To her surprise, his lips pulled up in the first honest to God smile she’d ever seen from him. It completely transformed his constantly gruff expression into something that should be considered illegal. “You wouldn’t be wrong about that,” he murmured.
Wait…what?”
Source: Dangerous Protector
“She winced, knowing what was to come, "Calpurnia." She closed her eyes again, embarrassed by the extravagant name - a name with which no one but a helplessly romantic mother with an unhealthy obsession with Shakespeare would have considered saddling a child.”
“She wins who calls herself beautiful and challenges the world to change to truly see her.”
Source: The Beauty Myth
“She wiped sweat from her brow and took one last glance at her tiny Chicago apartment, the peeling paint and dingy windows a stark reminder of the life she was leaving behind.”
Source: Fertile Ground for Murder
“She wipes her forehead with her wrist
She's just back from a double shift
Esther's a carer
doing nights
Behind her
on the kitchen wall
is a black and white picture
of swallows in flight
Her eyes are sore
her muscles ache
she cracks a beer
and swigs it
She holds it
to her thirsty lips
and necks it
till it's finished.
It's 4:18 a.m. again.
Her brain is full
of all she's done that day
She knows
that she won't sleep a wink
before the sun
is on it's way.
She's worried about the world tonight.
She's worried all the time.
She don't know how
she's supposed
to put it
from her mind . . .
- Europe is Lost”
Source: Let Them Eat Chaos
“She wished a silly, girlish wish: that she'd had a chance to really fly on the carpet when it was still a carpet. With Aladdin. Zooming through the night air like she was doing now, but with his warm arms to hold on to and the entire world at their feet. They could have gone anywhere they wanted. They would have been completely free.”
Source: A Whole New World
“She wished for a moment that they were all children again. It still seemed extraordinary to her, that everything had turned out the way it had.”
Source: The Night Watch
“She wished for Ebono as she wished every time she saw Lrrianay at her father's shoulder, or any pegasus at any bond-mate's shoulder, or any pegasus. Or any time she took a breath, she wished again for Ebon.”
Source: Pegasus
“She wished he would. Wished someone would cut the damned [heart] from her chest. Wished someone would smother the voice that whispered of every horrible thing she had ever done, every awful thought she had, every person she'd failed.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“She wished he’d stop touching her. Not because she didn’t like it but because she liked it far too much. It made her hunger for things that could never be hers. And if someone went hungry for too long, they started to starve. Started to hurt.”
Source: Nalini Singh: The Psy-Changeling Series
“She wished it were evening now, wished for the great relief of the calendar inking itself out, of day done and night coming, of ice cubes knocking about in a glass beneath the whisky spilling in, that fine brown affirmation of need.”
Source: Widow: Stories
“She wished Jimena were here. Normally, they were inseparable, but this evening Jimena had to do community service at Children's Hospital. She worked with children undergoing rehabilitation for gunshot wounds. She read to them, played checkers, and showed them how to macramé. Jimena had been in a gangland sentenced twice to a Youth Authority Camp for jacking cars. She would be there now, if a lenient judge hadn't sentenced her to do commission service work instead. Jimena had been one badass homegirl before she understood her destiny.”
Source: Into the Cold Fire
“She wished now she'd brought that vibrator as a flashlight instead of leaving it on the couch.”
Source: Get A Clue
“She wished she could answer all of her fifteen year-old self's doubts about what was going to happen to her. She wished she could say, "Hey, you made it! Look at everything you've become!" But she couldn't, and maybe that was okay. She was stronger, more sure of herself, and more ready than she was before. She knew now, and that was what mattered.”
“She wished she could expire on the spot”
Source: The Love Hypothesis
“She wished she could explore his body and inspect him. Learn him and memorize him. That way she'd know what to miss when he was gone. Sam was heartbreakingly, hauntingly beautiful. It made her heart hurt. This couldn't end well.”
Source: Emergency Contact
“She wished she could help David to seem more legitimate. She wished she could do something to keep everything from being so undignified. Life seemed so uselessly extravagant.”
Source: Save Me the Waltz
“She wished she could talk as he did. His speech was so quick and easy. It sounded as if he liked her and was not the least afraid she would not like him, though he was only a common moor boy, in patched clothes and with a funny face and a rough, rusty-red head.”
Source: Charming Novels of Classic Heroines: Pollyanna, The Secret Garden, Little Women, Anne of Green Gables, and Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm
“She wished she could think of something to say to comfort her mother, and not just about Johnnie, but about something much worse that she knew and that Mother didn't. Father had left them and one day, when they all grew up and went away too, Mother would be quite alone.”
Source: The Peppermint Pig
“She wished she could understand her reaction to him. Why, her heart was pacing a wild beat again. Madelyne dared a quick look up and found Duncan was watching her intently. He looked so handsome. She wanted him to be ugly.”
Source: Honor's Splendour
“She wished she could visit Mariam's grave, to sit with her awhile, leave a flower or two. But she sees now that it doesn't matter. Mariam is never very far.... Mariam is in her own heart, where she shines with the bursting radiance of a thousand suns.”
“She wished she had a little yellow house of her own, with a flower box full of real flowers and herbs – pansies and rosemary – and a sweet lover who would swing dance with her in the evenings and cook pasta and read poetry aloud.”
“She wished she had cancer instead. She'd trade Alzheimer's for cancer in a heartbeat. She felt ashamed for wishing this, and it was certainly a pointless bargaining, but she permitted herself the fantasy anyway. With cancer, she'd have something to fight. There was surgery, radiation, and chemotherapy. There was the chance that she could win. Her family and the community at Harvard would rally behind her battle and consider it noble. And even if it defeated her in the end, she'd be able to look them knowingly in the eye and say good-bye before she left.”
Source: Still Alice
“She wished she hadn't succumbed to irritation. Because she wanted to know about his inner feelings. She always thought people were like pieces of art glass-- strong enough to handle and use, delicate enough to shatter under a strong blow, and filled with swirls of color that fascinated the eye. But while most people--and most glass--allowed light through, she could discern nothing of Devlin's heart and soul through the smoke and mirrors he held before him.”
“She wished she were as inconsequential as the ghosts in her dreams.”
“She wished she were not so aware of the vast gulf between what the men in her life thought she was worth and her actual value. She had, it seemed to her, always asked and expected too much and given too little. She seemed almost to have a perverse impulse to make anyone who cared about her regret it, to find the thing that would most appall those people and then do that until they had to run away as a matter of self-preservation.”
Source: NOS4A2
“She wished some help would come from outside. But in the whole world there was no help. Society was terrible because it was insane. Civilized society is insane. Money and so-called love are its two great manias; money a long way first. The individual asserts himself in his disconnected insanity in these two modes: money and love.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)
“She wished such words unsaid with all her heart”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Jane Austen (Illustrated)
“She wished there was some place where she could go to hum it out loud. Some kind of music was too private to sing in a house cram fall of people. It was funny, too, how lonesome a person could be in a crowded house.”
Source: The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter
“She wished to say everything; she was afraid he might die before she had done so.”
Source: The Portrait of a Lady
“She wishes her grandmother had not been so protective, and that she understood better what passes between a man and woman. As it is, she simply enjoys the feelings and wonders if they are what lightning is made of, for everything comes back to the weather. Tears like rain. Smiles like the sun. Hair as dry as sand and fear like the dark ocean.”
“She wishes instantly she hadn't looked back - the image of him is too easy to memorize, and she's already trying to forget the shape of him standing there and how easily she would fit into the crook of his neck.”
Source: How to End a Love Story
“She woke to the sound of the sea, the sound of home. A cool breeze floated through the open window, carrying a dandelion seed inside with it. Jinny-Joes as she called them, although Nana Martha insisted they were called fairies in Yorkshire, and if you caught one you had to make a wish. Olivia watched it dance in a shaft of sunlight before it settled onto the pillow beside her. She picked it up and twirled it around between her thumb and finger. Something about its fragility spoke to her of letting go, of being blown on the wind to some unknown place. She closed her eyes and made a wish.”
Source: The Cottingley Secret
“She woke up from a bad dream, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. The room was dimly lit by the early morning light seeping through the curtains. As she sat up, rubbing her eyes, she reached for her phone to call him.
"Sorry for bothering you in your dream," he whispered softly, his voice a gentle balm to her frazzled nerves.
Her fear slowly dissipated. "How did you know?" she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.
He gave a small, knowing smile. "I could sense it in your voice. I just wanted to let you know I'm here."
She nodded, feeling the warmth of his love wrap around her like a protective shield. "Thank you," she murmured, lying back down and letting the comfort of his words soothe her back into a peaceful sleep.”
“She woke up one day in her drooping mattress with the blessed resolve one only finds at the bottom of a hole out of which they're willing to climb. She put on her old shoes, but they felt new. Then she went and bought a badass multivitamin and decided to change her life.”
“She woke up thin. She loved it when that happened.”
Source: The Girl Who'll Rule the World
“She won't forget or recover, she is inconsolable.”
Source: White Is for Witching
“She won't know it if I'm not say it." Say that 3 times, and you should know what's the main problem.”
“She won't give him back his look.”
Source: Cathedral
“She wondered about that, if by birth one could already be out of step with destiny, but only replied that she was very tired and ready to sleep.”
Source: Infinite Country
“She wondered again about her inclination to wish for things that made her so deeply unhappy.”
Source: Sisterhood Everlasting (Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants): A Novel
“She wondered, ever so hopefully, if among these men she would find her holy grail – what she'd been saving herself for from the day she opened the pages of her first romance novel – the man with the ten inch purple-headed schlong.
Fabio with his flowing locks could take a hike.”
Source: Squirm: Virgin Captive of the Billionaire Biker Tentacle Monster
“She wondered how a man could look into a woman’s eyes and lie so completely, so convincingly. She wondered how he could have looked and not seen the love that had glowed there, the blind faith, the unconditional devotion. She wondered how he would sleep at night, knowing he had betrayed her so effortlessly.”
“She wondered how Cole, or Lottie, or anybody could join her family--could ever be a aprt of the years that formed so many jokes and feuds and scars. All this talk of diamonds and futures, and it occured to her for the very first time that the person of Rachel Eklund was a fragile and wasting thing. Another evening with Cole, another less with Mama and Harold and Dalton and Mildred; another less of sharing together a single, secret personhood no one else could understand. A little less and a little less, and then she'd be another person--Rachel Windham, most likely, molding this piece of herself with that piece of Cole, augmented mostly by their each others': this joke he made, this fight she started; the two of them making the way for other breakable people. And Rachel thought, 'this is the way families go.”
“She wondered how her girlhood home had fared. Did the walls (a combination of mud and plywood) still smell like life? Did vivid leaves still shimmer through the windows (little more than pane-less holes) like hope? Did rain still tap-dance on the roof (a rusty sheet of corrugated metal) like joy?”