She Could Quotes

#1. I could always sing, from a really young age, but my voice was really weird. I used to make my mum turn up the radio every day in our house. She was well into music so I got that from her.

Ellie Goulding

#2. something glorious a minute later. How could anyone not have an orgasm? While she didn't ask for his cock, her mouth opened as she gulped in air. Perhaps it was when she dropped her head back that he understood she was ever so close, because he shut off the vibrator and pulled it out.

Vella Day

#3. Her lungs felt thick and slow, her mind dissolved, she felt she could cling like a bat in the long swoon of the crannied, underword darkness. Cling like a bat and sway for ever swooning in the draughts of the darkness

D.H. Lawrence

#4. It was mild monsters like these that made Jack the Ripper go after young women, she decided: who could tolerate yielding the world to someone who behaved as if she had given birth to the very world herself?

Gregory Maguire

#5. Missus said I was the worst waiting maid in Charleston. She said, "You are abysmal, Hetty, abysmal." I asked Miss Sarah what abysmal means and she said, "Not quite up to standard." Uh huh. I could tell from missus' face, there's bad, there's worse, and after that comes abysmal.

Sue Monk Kidd

#6. Behind me, Ingrid made a sort of muffled snorting sound. I can only assume she was choking on a breath mint. I shot her a look, hoping she hadn't heard anything, and saw she was wearing a poker face, which could only mean she'd heard everything.

Daniel O'Malley

#7. She opened her eyes and touched her lips, as though he had just kissed them. She could taste him.

Jean M. Grant

#8. If you could just see your face," she told me. "You look like a cat in a bathtub.

Patricia Briggs

#9. Can I ask what you're reading?" ... She turned the book so the cover faced me. Wuthering Heights. "Have you read it?" She said. I nodded. I could feel the pulsating beat of my heart behind my eyes. "It's a sad story." "Sad stories make good books," She said. "They do.

Khaled Hosseini

#10. She wondered briefly if perhaps she could leave her broken heart here in the cemetery and just take the rest of her home.

Jen Meyers

#11. From the moment she'd first seen him in the Fontaine ballroom, she'd been lost. The passionate kiss a week later had destroyed her. Even now she could feel the heat of his expert lips against hers, and the remembrance of his taste made her mouth water.

Sylvia Day

#12. I was very compelled by a woman who would choose this profession. She [Maura Isles] came from a very highly-educated, wealthy background and could have chosen to do a lot of other things, and has this uber-feminine, modern woman mentality, but works this job.

Sasha Alexander

#13. She loosened her grip on his hair and lightly scraped her fingernails over his cheek to his incredible lips.
"I could kiss you all day."
Laith's gaze intensified.
"All right.

Donna Grant

#14. Through science, she could reach anyone at anytime around the world, but no one seemed to know what to say.

David Paul Kirkpatrick

#15. Blake and Livia were next to exit. He took the steps before she could and turned to offer her his hand, like a knight escorting his queen. Livia took Blake's hand and hugged his offered arm. Bea's photographer-nephew's flash blinded them as it captured their moment for all time.

Debra Anastasia

#16. Sometimes when I visit my sister and her two children, I wonder if she missed a lot by getting married. Right now, nothing could be further from my mind than getting married.

Natalie Wood

#17. But you hardley even know him"she said."He could be a serial killer"
"I did have that thought.I checked the apartment out,but if his got an ice cooler full of arms in it,I havent seen it yet.Anyway he seems pretty since.

Cassandra Clare

#18. She would never be caught unprepared again, she swore to herself. She would never trust. Never love. Never put faith in other human beings again. She would learn all she could of the shape and substance of the world, and she would find a way to survive in it.

David Anthony Durham

#19. My mother was an English teacher who decided to become a math teacher, and she used me as a guinea pig at home. My father had been a math teacher and then went to work at a steel mill because, frankly, he could make more money doing that.

Freeman A. Hrabowski III

#20. I ain't no saint, but I've tried never to do anything that would hurt my family or offend God ... I figure all any kid needs is hope and the feeling he or she belongs. If I could do or say anything that would give some kid that feeling, I would believe I had contributed something to the world.

Elvis Presley

#21. She had stayed inside so that she could watch it on the TV in the room, let him know how it had looked on video, how the commentators and pundits had framed it. It

Neal Stephenson

#22. Rabbit came near her, she began, in a low, timid voice, 'If you please, sir
' The Rabbit started violently, dropped the white kid gloves and the fan, and skurried away into the darkness as hard as he could go. Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very hot, she kept

Lewis Carroll

#23. She believed in getting as much use as possible from everything, and thought that as long as machinery, or anything else, could be cajoled into operation, it should be kept; to do otherwise, she thought, was wasteful.

Alexander McCall Smith

#24. Well, Karou had wanted to retort, with all the gravity and maturity she could muster. Duh.

Laini Taylor

#25. My God, is this a date?" Jeff had asked when I asked if I could bring her along.
"I don't know," I said. "She might still be happily lesbian.

Jefferson Bass

#26. At first Ifemelu thought Kimberly's apologizing sweet, even if unnecessary, but she had begun to feel a flash of impatience, because Kimberly's repeated apologies were tinged with self-indulgence, as though she believed that she could, with apologies, smooth all the scalloped surfaces of the world.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

#27. She saw Hitler as "a clown who looked like Charlie Chaplin." Like many others in America at this time and elsewhere in the world, she could not imagine him lasting very long or being taken seriously.

Erik Larson

#28. If a man really loves a woman, of course he wouldn't marry her for the world if he were not quite sure that he was the best person she could possibly marry.

Geoffrey Chaucer

#29. She thought no one could see her. I thought she was beautiful.

Dan Wells

#30. It was the first genuinely shining day of summer, a time of year which brought Eleanor always to aching memories of her early childhood, when it seemed to be summer all the time; she could not remember a winter before father's death on a cold wet day.

Shirley Jackson

#31. Enjoy the movie. I hear the guy gets the girl" I said, my tone bold and flirtatious.
"Which guy?" She laughed, playing along. I could hear her smile through the phone. It felt good to make her smile. Really good.
I paused before answering, "The one who deserves her.

Melissa Brown

#32. The worst thing a boy could do to a girl is ignore her while she is loving you with all her heart

Liam Payne

#33. But before she could speak another word, he crushed his mouth against hers.

Morgan Rhodes

#34. The worse things got, the more she loved him, the more certain she was that somehow they could handle the days ahead.

Karen Kingsbury

#35. Surely there was something taught her by this experience of great need; and she must be learning a secret of human tenderness and long-suffering, that the less erring could hardly know?

George Eliot

#36. Spar felt a tiny thud on the back of his shin, as if a moth had butted against him on its flight through the night air. Wait, had that been the small human? Had she kicked him? He could not tell by glancing at her face.

Christine Warren

#37. If she can't stand the heat, she needs to stay out of the kitchen," Mr. Rush insisted.
"Or you could air-condition the kitchen," I said. "Or at least install a fan to ventilate some of the fumes.

Jennifer Echols

#38. Perhaps in body I am not quite as real as you," he said, then looked alive, making him once again seem real, even though she knew that if she tried to touch him, she could not. "But my thoughts and emotions are as real as yours. My soul, Mia Randall, is as real as yours.

Suzannah Daniels

#39. The harsh light above them caught her face, and Sean could see what she'd look like when she was much older - a handsome woman, scarred by wisdom she never asked for.

Dennis Lehane

#40. I'm in love with you, you stupid arse, and I'm not losing you. Got it?" she whispered against his lips before kissing him again. Her confession had stolen his breath, so all he could do was nod. "Now, once again, how do we fix you?" she asked, when they finally parted. To

Morgan Rhodes

#41. One of the most touching things my mother said to me was that if I ever wanted to come back to live in India, she would build me a home and go out and work hard so that I could be happy.

Saroo Brierley

#42. Well, Monsieur Laporte placed her near her Majesty in order that our poor queen might at least have someone in whom she could place confidence, abandoned as she is by the king, watched as she is by the cardinal, betrayed as she is by everybody." "Ah, ah!

Alexandre Dumas

#43. Because America, being a democracy, could not strike first, but had to wait - wait in instant readiness - until she was actually attacked.

E.E. "Doc" Smith

#44. Anna liked magazines. They were glossy machines. The only technology that she could fold. She read them on a regular basis because they were absorbing. Each one came out on a specific day of the week and was good for an hour of absorption.

Sarah Schulman

#45. Most of all she loved that when she hugged him her head would rest neatly just below his chin, where she could feel his breath lightly blowing her hair and tickling her head.

Cecelia Ahern

#46. She could tell he was exhausted, maybe half as much as she was, but he was still willing to do anything for her. It made her sad, someone being this loyal to her.

Hugh Howey

#47. He wished he could find a way back to believing, even though he knew better, that she was his to protect.

Cassandra Clare

#48. She'd once been appalled to hear of women claiming PMS as a defense for murder. Now she understood. She could happily murder someone today! In fact, she felt like there should be some sort of recognition for her remarkable strength of character that she didn't.

Liane Moriarty

#49. Absurdly, irrationally, she believed that music could make a difference to the temper of the world.She did not investigate this belief, test it to see whether it made sense;she simply believed it, and so she chose music that expressed order and healing:Bach for order, Mozart for healing.

Alexander McCall Smith

#50. Sylvi wished she could gouge out the look in Dorogin's stony eyes, and change the course of history. She wished Fthoom had been eaten by a sea monster.

Robin McKinley

#51. Of course she will put on a cap,' said Sophie, with a pitying look. 'How could she possibly receive strange gentlemen without a cap? But her hair must be dressed under it.

Patrick O'Brian

#52. Grampie's boat was a little double-ender, a model not built nowadays. She was narrow, so that she pitched and rolled something wicked in almost any sea. He could handle her, but he said she was probably the boat Christ got out of and walked away from on the water.

Ruth Moore

#53. She could not leave him hanging like this. "If you were hurt, I need to know." It was a rule somewhere, in the good-guy handbook.

Tara Janzen

#54. I looked up and she said, "You have to believe I did everything a reasonable person would do. Maybe I didn't reach my hands into toilet water, but I did everything else I could.

Charlie Close

#55. And Juniper had understood, somehow, that in Tom she'd found the person who could balance her, and that more than anything, to fall in love was to be caught, to be saved ...

Kate Morton

#56. The fact was, however, that she was always dreaming and thinking odd things and could not herself remember any time when she had not been thinking things about grown up people and the world they belonged to. She felt as if she had lived a long, long time.

Frances Hodgson Burnett

#57. Dodie could often be seen at the club, clutching a white terry-cloth towel in one hand, her cigarette holder in the other, as she pedaled away on one of the club's stationary bikes.

Lily Koppel

#58. Everyone loved her, but her greatest sorrow was that she could find no one to love in return, since all the men were much too stupid and ugly to mate with one so beautiful and wise.

L. Frank Baum

#59. He was so tender, so infinitely soothing, she longed to stay in his arms forever. With such strong arms about her, surely nothing could harm her.

Margaret Mitchell

#60. Neither could speak. It was the day that a silence settled on the pair of them, and they were bound close by it. Will felt, in that moment, too small to face such misery, but she knew that she would have to expand now, with a terrible rush, to fill the empty space.

Katherine Rundell

#61. Okay, you're right; she's so hot I could walk on three legs every time I see her."
"Now you're talkin'."
"I'll break your back and chop off your legs if you call her."
"That's my boy!

Linda Howard

#62. There's no shame with Park. Nothing is dirty. Because Park is the sun, and that's the best way she could think to explain it.

Rainbow Rowell

#63. The words were strung in the air like garland. She could almost see them.

Sarah Addison Allen

#64. She'd made a wreck of things, but thankfully God could take the wreckage and turn it into something beautiful.

Jody Hedlund

#65. Are you available to travel? What kind of questions were these? Was the second one even allowed in a job interview? Still, she'd answered as best she could and finally read a question that made sense:

Melody Anne

#66. Why was it? Who drove you to it?'
She replied, 'It had to be, my dear!'
'Weren't you happy? Is it my fault? I did all I could!'
'Yes, that is true - you are good - you.

Gustave Flaubert

#67. But yet it appeared to her so natural, so inevitable to strive against an inclination of that sort unrequited, that she could not comprehend its continuing very long in equal force.

Jane Austen

#68. The next morning he and Denise worked in an intimate silence. If she was up at the cash register and he was behind his counter, he could still feel the invisible presence of her against him, as though she had become Slippers, or he had - their inner selves brushing up against the other.

Elizabeth Strout

#69. There was a much smaller room on the other side. It was merely the size of, say, a cathedral. And it was lined floor to ceiling with more hourglasses that Susan could just see dimly in the light from the big room. She stepped inside and snapped her fingers.

Terry Pratchett

#70. Olive thought she had forgotten what pain could be. She was a railway tunnel in which a battering train had come to a fiery halt. She was a burrow in which a creature had wedged itself and could go neither forwards nor back.

A.S. Byatt

#71. She had kept well behind the safety barrier her entire life, but now she was standing there at the edge of the precipice for the very first time, fumbling blindly with the realization that there were other ways to live, at how intense and rich life could be.

Katarina Bivald

#72. GRATIANO
I have a wife I love. I wish she were in heaven so she could appeal to some power to make this dog Jew change his mind.
NERISSA
It's nice you're offering to sacrifice her behind her back. That wish of yours could start quite an argument back at home.

William Shakespeare

#73. When she was in the middle of a hack, it tended to fill up her brain until her vision hummed with coding and mathematics, skipping ahead to each necessary task faster than she could complete them. It tended to leave her in a state of drained euphoria.

Marissa Meyer

#74. Mark, she now could see, was destined for a life of absolute logic [ ... ], while she, the Etch a Sketcher, thought herself destined for a life of squiggly lines.

Michael Paterniti

#75. Her fingers gripped my back. I knew that there would be marks, but I didn't care. She could leave her mark. I wanted her to. No one else would ever touch me again. No one else would ever touch her. I wanted to mark her for myself.

Jenni Moen

#76. Katy Perry's politics I could probably do without, though I have friends who have interacted with her that say she's very nice.

Autre Ne Veut

#77. Blue was filled with frustration that her life was so clearly demarcated.
Things that were not enough, but that she could have.
Things that were something more, that she couldn't.

Maggie Stiefvater

#78. Could a mare only like mares or stallions, or could a mare like whatever she damn pleased? Maybe she just didn't know enough yet to understand what she was or what she wanted. Or maybe she was lots of things, just as her skin was a mixture of browns. Maybe she didn't have to like anything.

Lila Bowen

#79. I had thought Felicity dangerous a moment ago, when she felt powerful. I was wrong. Wounded and powerless, she is more dangerous than I could imagine.

Libba Bray

#80. So this gargoyle you're looking for, she could imagine herself saying. It wouldn't happen to have freaky magical powers, or the ability to devour human souls, would it?

Christine Warren

#81. Dear God, she couldn't give this man sex. She could barely give it to Van, and he currently smelled so good she just wanted to shove her face under his t-shirt and eat whatever she found there.

Charlotte Stein

#82. She was so intelligent that she could think herself into beauty. Intelligence ... they don't talk about it much, the poets, but when a woman is intelligent and passionate and good ...

Eva Ibbotson

#83. Shit. Well, maybe taking her jeans off would make him more inclined to say she could check out his tunnels.
Of course, he was pretty much guaranteed to say yes if she let him check out her tunnel again, but ... no.

Stacia Kane

#84. Silvia Dunne's voice sounded calm and even, but April knew her mother was like a grenade with the pin out - she could explode any minute.

Mia James

#85. Mom spent the time that she was supposed to be a kid actully raising children, her younger brother and younger sister. She was tough as nails and did not suffer fools at all. And the truth was she could not afford to. She spoke the truth, bluntly, directly, and without much varnish. I am her son.

Chris Christie

#86. Ana wished very much that she could discuss this with Faolan

Juliet Marillier

#87. She never answered. She couldn't. All she could do was stare, reaching toward him with her gaze alone, pulling him to drown in the sorrow of those depthless black pools.

Kelly Creagh

#88. Concerning Concealment as a symptom of love for Krsna:
It has been stated, 'although Srimati Radharani developed a deep loving affection for Krsna, She hid Her attitude in the core of Her heart so that others could not detect Her actual condition.

A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada

#89. She knew suddenly that a woman could change her whole life and uproot her existence with one choice.

Kristin Hannah

#90. Had Elizabeth's opinion been all drawn from her own family, she could not have formed a very pleasing picture of conjugal felicity or domestic comfort.

Jane Austen

#91. I'm game to stay in bed if you are." "We can't." "Why not?" "Because we don't even know each other." "Hi, my name is Daryl, and I think you're fucking crazy, but hot." More than hot, she totally made his inner kitty wish it could purr.

Eve Langlais

#92. Her heart leapt out to him before she could stop it.

Rainbow Rowell

#93. With a slow smile, she brought her gaze back to Kyle's as she reached behind and unhooked her bra.
"Need some help with that?" he asked.
"I have had plenty of practice."
"Yeah, well, I could do with the extra practice. Takes way too long to get those things off.

J.A. Belfield

#94. She was his; he was hers. The world could fall apart, and they'd still be one.

Kathleen E. Woodiwiss

#95. If she's going to win, we need a plan." Her smile was diabolical, and I grinned with her. I'd never met anyone as organized as these girls. If I had them, there was no way I could lose.

Kiera Cass

#96. When a father climbs a dangerous mountain and dies, we mourn. When a mother does, we question her judgment. How could she?

Susan Estrich

#97. There was a part of him (her) that dreamed, and he (she) was not sure if that part could ever retreat into an interminable silence.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

#98. She learned that an act intended to express love could have nothing to do with it. That her heart and her body were different things.

Jhumpa Lahiri

#99. For a moment she could feel his emotions again, as close as if they were her own. Awe mixed with fierce protectiveness, and a thread of pain so intense she wanted to take the hurt from him.

Stephanie Garber

#100. Manon told herself it was for an alliance. Told herself it was for show.
But all she could see was the unconditional love in that dying wyvern's eyes as she unbuckled her harness, stood from the saddle, and leapt off Abraxos.

Sarah J. Maas