Top 100 She Could Quotes
#1. The blue was gathered in her hand, and she could feel it quiver, as if it had been given breath and was beginning to live.
Lois Lowry
#2. And you look like a protagonist." She was talking as fast as she could think. "You look like the person who wins in the end. You're so pretty, and so good. You have magic eyes," she whispered. "And you make me feel like a cannibal.
Rainbow Rowell
#3. Nim loved the ocean because it was always there, wherever she looked and as far as she could see, but it was too huge and powerful to understand and too dangerous to
Wendy Orr
#4. Only a woman is capable of stalking someone, just so she could have the pleasure of ignoring him.
Aleksandra Ninkovic
#5. Oh that voice, so sweet. Rich, like the taste of vanilla ice cream, vowels like flute music, warm caramel consonants. She could float in that voice forever and not miss a thing.
Suki Michelle
#6. Her hands were to her face but she could see through the prison of her fingers could see them how they were beautiful wrapped in light swathed in the bright angelic robes of Acceptance
Stephen King
#7. She could end up as just another girl in a forbidden room, a sleeping beauty who would never wake.
He didn't want that for her. And she didn't want that either. It was the wrong kind of forever. A soulless, frozen love.
Sarah Cross
#8. For the past couple of nights when I'd lain down beside her, after she'd called asleep and I knew she couldn't hear me, I'd promised her that she'd never have to forgive me again if she could do it one last time.
Nicole Jacquelyn
#9. If she was alive, she would be the rightful heir to the Lunar throne. She could end Levana's reign. She could save them all.
Marissa Meyer
#10. I think that if a real princess was lost in this modern world and she could be whatever she wanted, she would be a musician,' Blanche said slowly. 'A violinist, or a harpist. That would be the only place where she could find solace for her lost kingdom.
Regina Doman
#11. But she could not reduce her vision to words, since it was no single shape coloured upon the dark, but rather a general excitement, an atmosphere, which, when she tried to visualize it, took form as a wind scouring the flanks of the northern hills and flashing light upon cornfields and pools.
Virginia Woolf
#12. I loved the Little Lulu stories, where she would fantasize that her bedroom rug would turn into a pool of water, and she could dive down into the center of the world.
Lynn Johnston
#13. I certainly never felt rejected because they had given me up. My parents knew nothing about my birth mother, yet always explained with certainty that she didn't "give me up" or "give me away" - she made a plan for me, the best one she could make under her circumstances, whatever those were.
Emily Giffin
#14. She carried a knife inside of herself now, one that was always cutting her. She could feel it every time she swallowed, every time her thoughts strayed from the splendor of the wild.
Scott Westerfeld
#15. He was turned on because she was naked and pretty, not because she could kick his ass.
Sara King
#16. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath for one last time and let his hand go. She saw his boat drifting away they both looked at each other and waved one last time before she could not see him anymore.
Akshay Vasu
#17. Something she knew she did not have the right to ask him about. But she wished - oh, how she
wished - that when he was ready to face his fears, she could be the one to help him.
Julia Quinn
#18. She could think of no other reason for this boy to continue to visit her if not to use her in some way.
Morgan Rhodes
#19. How the hell did people do this, this emotion-and-forgiveness thing? How did they stand these feelings? She could barely handle it and she had lovely, necessary, reason-for-living drugs to smooth over the rough spots. How did people do this shit sober?
Stacia Kane
#20. She was an anchor but at least now she knew it had an end, a stopping place. It hit bottom. She could fall no deeper.
Linda Hogan
#21. But it was too interesting, too new, too flattering, too deeply comforting to resist, it was a liberation to be in love and say so, and she could only let herself go deeper.
Ian McEwan
#22. We want what the woman wanted in the prison queue in Leningrad, standing there with cold and whispering for fear, enduring the terror of Stalin's regime and asking the poet Anna Akhmatova if she could describe it all, if her art was equal to it.
Seamus Heaney
#23. Her father, indulgent in his concern, had opened his library to her, and at last she could read to her heart's content. In all, these past few weeks had been some of the most peaceable of her life. She had the sense of existing inside a fragile pause, a moment of grace.
Helene Wecker
#24. Her eyes were celadon saucers but bottomless, of such great depth that she could take in the knowledge of whole worlds and have room in that gaze for still more.
Dean Koontz
#25. Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces.
Markus Zusak
#26. He loved her for being so beautiful, and he hated her for it. He loved how she put shiny stuff on her lips for him, and he also reviled her for it. He wanted her to walk home alone, and he wanted to run after her and grab her up before she could take another step.
Ann Brashares
#27. His eyes. She got lost in them for a long moment, wondering how she could have ever thought them tiger-gold. They were the color of dark whisky. And filled with some emotion. She stared. Something like ... Despair?
Karen Marie Moning
#28. She didn't want to go far, just out of the trees so she could see the stars. They always eased her loneliness. She thought of them as beautiful creatures, burning and cold; each solitary, and bleak, and silent like her.
Kristin Cashore
#29. She could see the words Calvin Klein against the brown hair on the small of his back and it occurred to her that this was probably not at all what Calvin Klein had in mind.
David Nicholls
#30. Afraid?" he growled, irritated she could affect his senses so easily. "No," she snapped. "Not even just a little?
Monica Burns
#31. It had been years before she could view anybody else's happiness without mourning the loss of her own.
Jojo Moyes
#32. Despair was a private weakness she could not afford to indulge.
Robin McKinley
#33. If Ginger could just be a good enough person for long enough, she could flip the script for Willa, though.
Tessa Bailey
#34. She could fade and wither- I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her.
Vladimir Nabokov
#35. In that case," I said, "go fuck yourself." Which she could actually, literally do, in fact.
Ann Leckie
#36. As he took her hand she saw him look her over from head to foot, a gesture she recognized and that made her feel at home, but gave her always a faint feeling of superiority to whoever made it. If her person was property she could exercise whatever advantage was inherent in its ownership.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#37. Studying the young woman's long thin legs, Tessa wondered how different her life would have been if she had had legs like that. She could not help but suspect that it would have been almost entirely different.
J.K. Rowling
#38. At this Linda gave up. Children might or might not enjoy air-raids actually in progress, but a child who was not thrilled by the idea of them was incomprehensible to her, and she could not imagine having conceived such a being. Useless to waste any more time and breath on this unnatural little girl.
Nancy Mitford
#39. I like people, kind of. I even like boys, mostly. But I was beginning to feel like that stewardess who smiles at you when you get off the plane. Behind the smile you know she really wishes she could trip someone.
Gwen Hayes
#40. She did not believe in a benign higher being. She could not. She had suffered too much to think of a heavenly force in the sky that would let such evil walk the earth without lifting a hand to stop it.
David Baldacci
#41. Or she could remember that sometimes pride was less important than doing what had to be done. She
Nora Roberts
#42. My mother was a reporter, and though she quit when they had kids, she still loved it. She told me about the people at the paper and the articles she wrote. She had the best memory of anyone I know, and she could really tell a tale.
Candace Camp
#43. The first time I bring a girl home, and not only is she the daughter of a famous poker player, but she could easily bankrupt us all in a single hand. For being the family fuckup, I felt like I had finally gained a little respect from my older brothers. And it was all because of Abby.
Jamie McGuire
#44. The man who'd saved her wasn't just a pair of sexy lips and a rugged jaw with big, yummy eyes. He was the whole package. Seriously? What Earth woman would prefer downloading offspring when she could ravage this instead?
Patricia Eimer
#45. She could be happy growing old, moving among people when she wanted, but alone.
Lauren Groff
#46. I looked down at America, who was now poking her cheeks with her fingers, seemingly just so she could see how it felt.
Kiera Cass
#47. She might have to use her employee discount to buy something more threatening today, although at the moment the most dangerous thing she could think of that Neiman Marcus had to offer was the employee discount itself.
Stephanie Bond
#48. What do you have in mind?
It was too dark for her to see his smile, but she could hear it in his voice. Probably too many things for the amount of time that we've got, but you never know. I'm an ambitious man.
Thea Harrison
#49. I gripped hold of that scarf like my life depended on it. Still to this day I inhale it every night, despite what has happened over the years. I don't blame her now for not waiting. For all she knew, I wouldn't return. But to marry him, god, she could have done so much better.
LeeAnn Whitaker
#50. She was all the things I wasn't. And i was all the things she wasn't. she could paint circles around anyone; I couldn't even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I've always been. Her hand, it fit mine.
Jodi Picoult
#51. How do you want to be remembered?
~As someone who did the best she could with the talent she had.
J.K. Rowling
#52. Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.
Mary Karr
#53. She could see Sylvie and her friends on the lawn below, their dresses fluttering like moths in the encroaching dusk.
Kate Atkinson
#54. I don't want to lose you.' His voice almost a whisper. Seeing his haggard expression, she took his hand and squeezed it, then reluctantly let it go. She could feel the tears again, and she fought them back. 'But you don't want to keep me, either, do you?' To that, he had no response.
Nicholas Sparks
#55. Snatched it up and shoved it into her sack without leaving her shelter. Score. What she couldn't eat right away she could slice and dry in the stifling summer heat. The scuffle continued, and Elysia
Jeri Smith-Ready
#56. Many a woman would get a divorce if she could do it without making her husband happy.
Evan Esar
#58. She wasn't going to sit down and patiently wait for a miracle to help her. She was going to rush into life and wrest from it what she could.
Margaret Mitchell
#59. So she was on her own, Kate thought, and instilled all the friendly helpfulness she could into her next question. Excuse me, but are you the bad company young Mr. Scott has got into?
Dorothy Dunnett
#60. Think she could have told us we were going to fight the NFL?"
"Would that have stopped you?"
"No"
"Me either."
The laughter between the two of us echoed into the night.
Katie McGarry
#61. Love at first sight? I absolutely believe in it! You've got to keep the faith. Who doesn't like the idea that you could see someone tomorrow and she could be the love of your life? It's very romantic.
Leonardo DiCaprio
#62. But I always wondered, if she could turn her feelings off like a switch, how much was she hiding from us? It had made her seem mysterious. Which is stupid. She wasn't mysterious; she was depressed.
Chelsea Sedoti
#63. She loved him, more than she could ever find words for, but this love he felt for her was not quite the same. It wasn't so much stronger, as more demanding, more insistent. As though he feared he would lose that which he had finally won.
Jean M. Auel
#64. Oh God, she could see it now - the police constable filling out a report: Mathematician drowned due to miscalculation.
Nina Rowan
#65. She used to say she could taste sleep and that it was as delicious as a BLT on fresh French bread.
Rebecca Wells
#67. A row of tables manned by seated, serious women. Each woman looked like she could be someone's least-favourite aunt.
Adam Rex
#68. Funny how being decrepit, diseased and sentenced to death gave you so much power. She couldn't go to Morocco nor even drive herself into town. She could hardly move off the couch. But she could say whatever she wanted: she had bitch licence.
Fiona McGregor
#69. Very few things hurt my young ego more than an Asian female openly shaming me for my Asian-ness. If she could not accept me, who could? If even Asian women saw the men of their own blood as less than other men, what was the use in arguing otherwise?
Alex Tizon
#70. She was innately suspicious of language because she could "hear" with remarkable accuracy what lay behind it, and also she just didn't know how to talk very well.
Anne Rice
#71. Then he left her there, standing alone, surrounded by word ghosts; things she could have said.
Kristin Hannah
#72. Remember you have just one mother, said Marina. Better not rush her to the grave! Though Marina had grown up with such reminders from her own mother, she could never get the tone quite right herself.
Yelena Akhtiorskaya
#73. At one point, Paola expressed a wish and used the subjunctive, and Brunetti felt himself close to tears at the beauty of the intellectual complexity of it: she could speak about what was not, could invent an alternative reality. He
Donna Leon
#74. Cooking a meal that would be consumed in fifteen minutes had no appeal when she could make a painting that might last forever.
Jeannette Walls
#75. various people at her church kept saying that she could be happy because she was going home to be with Jesus. This is the sort of thing that gives Christians a bad name. This, and the Inquisition. Sue wanted to open fire on them all. I think I encouraged this.
Anne Lamott
#76. She could see now that some of the grime that covered him was blood. He looked to be six or seven years old. His ribs were showing and his belly sunk in towards his spine, leaving a hollow above his hips.
Shirley A. Martin
#77. It isn't the young men who call to her at night. It's the Forest. It's the whisper of the trees that there's somethine else, outside the fences. That there's still a world that's bigger than any she could ever comprehend and all she has to do is find the strength to go after it.
Carrie Ryan
#78. If only she could be bold enough, and brave enough, to claim the things she wanted: love, a purpose, a life. But could she be?
Jennifer Donnelly
#79. Awake it was difficult to find anything in that chaotic clutter, but asleep she could ... when the contours of reality were as faint as a tracery of pale ink.
Isabel Allende
#80. Simon went over to Jace and dropped the soup can into the cart. "So what was all that about?"
"I think," Jace said, "that she asked if she could touch my mango.
Cassandra Clare
#81. All her tormentings of me turned suddenly into sweetnesses, and who could torment like this exquisite fury, wondering in sudden flame why she could give herself to anyone, while I wondered only why she could give herself to me. It may be that I wondered over-much. Perhaps that was why I lost her.
J.M. Barrie
#84. She was drunk, and silly, and so full of the glory of being young and alive and in the capital of the world that she could hardly contain herself.
Sarah J. Maas
#85. It was all so artificial. It was beautiful, but it did not belong to her. She was a tourist, an outsider, and she could only see the thin surface veneer of things; she couldn't get beneath it to the real heart of anything.
Penni Russon
#86. He was so pale the freckles stood out on his face the way they did when he was upset or hadn't slept. She thought they might be telling her something if she could only understand the language of freckles.
Alice Hoffman
#87. My disgraceful, wicked heart, thought Amy, is braver than the world. For a moment it seemed to Amy that there was nothing in the world she could not meet and vanquish. And though she knew this to be the most foolish idea, it excited and emboldened her further.
Richard Flanagan
#88. She had believed him to be hers, time and again, but still she could not stay the feeling that he might at any moment slip through her fingers.
Anna Godbersen
#89. I love Adele, I want her to be my best friend. She could come to the U.S., live with me and sing to me every morning.
Amber Riley
#90. To be loved by a man, truly loved, made a woman feel as if she could burst. Of course, Lia was strong and could face the world on her own, but it involved a deeper strength, she felt, to give yourself to another. To trust someone with your heart was a gift ...
Melody Anne
#91. All adults who care about a baby will naturally be in competition for that baby ... Each adult wishes that he or she could do each job a bit more skillfully for the infant or small child than the other.
T. Berry Brazelton
#92. She had never before suffered from claustrophobia, but the room seemed too small to contain Luke's elation, and she felt that she could be swept up and lost in the tempest of his delight.
Esther Spurrill Jones
#93. Cinder felt her heart tug in sympathy - she could relate to being a slave for her "guardian," but she couldn't recall ever being afraid that Adri might actually kill her. Well, other than that time she sold her off for plague research.
Marissa Meyer
#94. "Nix, I know you're faking the static." She could picture her sister blowing into her fist directly at the receiver. The static abruptly stopped. "Why?"
"It seamed less rude than the alternative."
"What's that?"
Click.
Kresley Cole
#95. He treasured her, treasured her tears, treasured her love for others. Her heart might even be big enough to fill that empty space in his own chest. Perhaps she could be his heart as well.
Elizabeth Hoyt
#96. But she could make the margrave fall in love with her if she wished. She could. She felt it in the way he looked at her and spoke to her. And what was just as bad was, she could fall in love with him too.
Melanie Dickerson
#97. She would not go meekly to that fate. If the rest of her life was meant to be miserable and forlorn, at least she could choose the path that would take her there.
Victoria Alexander
#98. I asked the girl if she could bring a sister for me. She did. Sister Maria Teresa. It was a very slow evening. We discussed the New Testament. We agreed that He was very well adjusted for an only child.
Woody Allen
#99. The wheel turns for all, caro Chase. It's the karma effect, Giulia cried, aping Ilenia. She could have never imagined that her words would become prophetic so soon.
Stefania Mattana
#100. She would prove to everyone she could do everything. She wouldn't let her disability be an excuse, wouldn't give anyone reason to pity her.
Liz Grace Davis
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