S Quotes
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“She wrote a long letter on a short piece of paper”
“She wrote her goodbye on a page torn from Revelations. A bittersweet note I could swallow to mark the end of our world.”
“She wrote his name on a piece of paper
and lit it with a match.
The letters curled
as they turned dark and misshapen
until she didn’t recognize them.
They were figments of something
that she had done in her past, lost
into some other form of existence.”
Source: Hourglass in Grace
“She wrote his name on a piece of paper
and lit it with a match.
The letters curled
as they turned dark and misshapen
until she didn’t recognize them.
They were figments of something
that she had done in her past, lost
into some other form of existence.
Where did the letters go now?
She tried to find traces within the ash
of some resemblance of what used to be.
She dug down, her fingers turning
black and gray like the depths of her.
He was gone.
Gone.
What was she left with but ashes and darkness once the light of the flame went out? The smell of smoke lingered like a memory of him. Was this the end or could she write a new word? Not a new name, not his name, but could she call a new word into existence? A new piece of HER; a new reason for her existence? Picking up the permanent marker, Amy placed it in her pocket for later. Ashes blow in the creek bed and blend with the stream, moving down like sand in an hourglass.”
Source: Hourglass in Grace
“She wrote, in the last pages, of feeling all the evil of the neighborhood around her. Rather, she wrote obscurely, good and evil are mixed together and reinforce each other in turn. Marcello, if you thought about it, was really a good arrangement, but the good tasted of the bad and the bad tasted of the good, it was a mixture that took your breath away. A few evenings earlier, something had happened that had really scared her. Marcello had left, the television was off, the house was empty, Rino was out, her parents were going to bed. She was alone in the kitchen washing the dishes and was tired, really without energy, when there was an explosion. She had turned suddenly and realized that the big copper pot had exploded. Like that, by itself. It was hanging on the nail where it normally hung, but in the middle there was a large hole and the rim was lifted and twisted and the pot itself was all deformed, as if it could no longer maintain its appearance as a pot. Her mother had hurried in in her nightgown and blamed her for dropping it and ruining it. But a copper pot, even if you drop it, doesn't break and doesn't become misshapen like that. "It's this sort of thing," Lila concluded, "that frightens me. More than Marcello, more than anyone. And I feel that I have to find a solution, otherwise, everything, one thing after another, will break, everything, everything.”
Source: My Brilliant Friend
“She wrote love with her smile and magic with her eyes.”
“She wrote novels on paper napkins. Sometimes she scribbled on newspapers that the men in suits left behind and made her own poetry with the crossword templates on the back. She wouldn’t make a penny writing. If anything, she was losing pennies. That’s why they trust her art. Her poor, dirty, beautiful art.”
Source: The Goodbye Song
“She wrote poetry constantly; that was her "work". She was a slow bleeder and she slaved over it for long, exhausting hours, and many a middle of a night I could hear her creaking around the dead house with a pen in one hand, a clipboard and a flashlight in the other, refining her poems, jotting down the lines of a conceit. Writing never came easy for her; it gave her calluses. She never courted the muses, she wrestled them, mauled them all over the house and came up, after weeks of peripatetic labor, with a slim Spencerian sonnet, fourteen lines of imagistic jabberwocky.”
“She wrote short stories because she said no to parties.”
Source: The Goodbye Song
“She wrote the names of the day's cakes on the board: traditional Southern red velvet cake and peach pound cake, but also green tea and honey macaroons and cranberry doughnuts. She knew the more unusual things would sell out first. It had taken nearly a year, but she'd won over her regulars with her skill with what they already knew, so now they would try anything she made.”
Source: The Girl Who Chased the Moon
“She wrote to him fairly regularly, from a paradise of triple exclamation points and inaccurate observations.”
Source: FOR ESME- WITH LOVE AND SQUALOR
“She wrote what she loved, until she loved what she wrote, and she sent it out one more time.”
“She wrote, 'Dandelion, I love you.' And I thought that was magic. It's not in you, it's between you. It's bigger and stronger than you are”
“She wrote, I wish I could be a girl again, with a chance to live my life again. I have suffered so much more than I needed to. And the joys I have felt have not always been joyous. I could have lived differently.”
Source: Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel
“She yanked her hand away as if he had burned her, rubbing her palm along her thigh. The feeling didn’t go away, and neither did the butterflies he had sent winging in her stomach. “How do you know you’re not a vampire?” She needed to distract him, distract both of them. “Maybe you forgot. You’re certainly capable of acting like one.”
This time he laughed, startling both of them. The sound was husky, low, and foreign to his ears, as if he had forgotten what it was like. His black eyes leapt to her face almost in fear.
“Not bad, wild man. First a growl, and now a laugh. We’re making progress.” Her eyes danced at him, reassured him.”
Source: Dark Desire
“She yanked my plate away and took it to the sink. She rinsed some bones that looked like pork shoulder, which was weird since we'd had chicken tonight.”
“She yanked up the veil from Sarah’s burka to catch her breath in the night’s thick air. Frantic, Zoe snatched her cell phone from the bedside table. The touchscreen’s dim light painted her frightened silhouette on the bedroom wall.”
“She yearned to see her mother again, and Robb and Bran and Rickon… but it was Jon Snow she thought of most. She wished somehow they could come to the Wall before Winterfell, so Jon might muss up her hair and call her “little sister.” She’d tell him, “I missed you,” and he’d say it too at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. She would have liked that. She would have liked that better than anything.”
Source: A Game of Thrones 4-Book Bundle: A Song of Ice and Fire Series: A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, and A Feast for Crows
“She: You are just adorable. I can never forget that you helped me fight depression.
He: You are magic. You made me fall in love with life.”
“She: You bring out me in front of myself. And that me is the one pulled out from my own cocoon!
He: And I cannot hide myself from you!”
“She [Yui] was convinced that nostalgia had nothing to do with memory, that we actually feel it most strongly for things we have never experienced.”
Source: The Phone Booth at the Edge of the World
“She'd absolutely adored the library_an entire building where anyone could take things they didn't own and feel no remorse about it.”
“She'd also called me brave...unless she was talking to the catfish.”
“She'd always been a little contemptuous of beauty, as though it was something you had to trade away some other vital thing for.”
“She'd always believed that people come in two varieties: those who look out the windshield and those who stare in the rearview mirror. She'd always been the windshield type: gotta focus on the future, not the past, because that's the only part that's still up for grabs. Mom throws me out? Gotta get some food and find a place to live. Husband dies? Gotta keep working, or I'll end up going crazy. Got some guy stalking me? Gotta figure out a way to stop it.”
“She'd always had such contempt for mundanes, the way all Shadowhunters did--she'd believed that they were soft, stupid, sheeplike in their complacency. Now she wondered if all that hatred didn't just stem from the fact that she was jealous. It must be nice not worrying that every time one of your family members walked out the door, they'd never come back.”
Source: Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instruments Series (5 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass; City of Fallen Angels, City of Lost Souls
“She'd always known he didn't love her. But it was easier to bear when he didn't know she loved him. That way they were even. Now he knew he had all the power.”
Source: The Sugar Queen
“She'd always known he loved her, it had been the one certainty above all others that had never changed, but she had never said the words aloud and she had never meant them quite this way before. She had said it to him, and she hardly knew what she had meant. They were terrifying words, words to encompass a world.”
Source: Untold (The Lynburn Legacy Book 2)
“She'd assumed she'd be married and have kids by this age, that she would be grooming her own daughter for this, as her friends were doing. She wanted it so much she would dream about it sometimes, and then she would wake up with the skin at her wrists and neck red from the scratchy lace of the wedding gown she'd dreamed of wearing. But she'd never felt anything for the men she'd dated, nothing beyond her own desperation. And her desire to marry wasn't strong enough, would never be strong enough, to allow her to marry a man she didn't love.”
Source: The Peach Keeper: A Novel
“She'd barely covered up her long, tan legs in a pair of shorts that made me want to go to church on Sunday just to thank God for creating her. - Beau”
“She'd be one of those parents who left a kid behind at a rest stop, driving for miles before she noticed. We'd hear about her on the evening news.”
Source: The Six Rules of Maybe
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
“She'd become an English major for the purest and dullest of reasons: because she loved to read.”
Source: The Marriage Plot: A Novel
“She'd been acutely aware that terror, betrayal, and cruelty had a human face, but she had not sufficiently appreciated that courage, kindness, and love had a human face as well.”
Source: Dark Rivers of the Heart/Intensity/Sole Survivor: Three Complete Novels by Dean Koontz
“She'd been criticized for holding the reins of parenthood too tightly, of controlling her children too completely, but she didn't know how to let go. From the moment she'd first decided to become a mother, it had been an epic battle.”
Source: Night Road
“She'd been impressed by his looks at first--those sharply planed cheekbones and those black, fathomless eyes--but his affable, sympathetic personality grated on her now. She didn't like boys who looked as if they never got mad about anything. In Isabelle's world, rage equaled passion equaled a good time.”
Source: Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instrument Series (3 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass
“She'd crack A joke sharp as a tin lid Hot from the teeth of the can-opener, And cackle her crack-corn laugh.”
Source: The Dead and the Living
“She'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just ... empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing.”
Source: Sisterhood Everlasting (Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants): A Novel
“She'd ended up passing out, and sometime later, John must have gotten up to use the loo and left the light on. Probably to make sure she didn't feel lost if she woke up. Because that's the kind of male he was.”
Source: Lover Mine: A Novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood
“She'd even violated the only sensible rule of dieting she'd ever run across, the sage advice of the Muppets Miss Piggy, who recommended never eating anything bigger than your head.”
Source: The Susan Donovan Collection: The Kept Woman, Knock Me Off My Feet, and He Loves Lucy
“She'd fallen into the best part of her past.”
“She'd have to propel herself into the future by whatever means possible or she'd be trapped forever in a place whose times had already passed.”
Source: The Inheritance of Loss
“She'd hit me before but never over and over and over and over into the head.”
“She'd like to model or maybe act or star in a magazine. Before she signs any big contracts, she better learn how to read.”
“She'd lost her fury, somewhere, as they'd talked. She didn't feel it anymore. She wished she did, because she preferred it to the emptiness that had settled in its place.”
Source: Graceling
“She'd lost two more pounds. A picture of the models she'd cut out of the magazine flashed through Kessa's mind. And the winner is... seventy-three!”
“She'd loved him as much as he'd let her. More than he'd let her.”
Source: My Name Is Memory
“She'd met Colin on a Monday. She'd kissed him on a Friday. Twelve years later. She sighed. It seemed fairly pathetic.”
“She'd never have allowed herself to be held by anything as mundane as a few bars and a reinforced door”
Source: Cry Wolf
“She'd never imagined it like this-when she thought of someone (a woman like herself)losing her mind, she'd imagined shrieks and wails, hallucinations; but at that moment it had seemed clear that there was another way, far quieter; a way that was numb and hopeless, flat, so much so that an emotion as strong as sorrow would have been a relief.”