She Could So She Did Quotes

#1. She thought she could so she did.

Melissa Muldoon

#2. She Believed She Could So She Did.

Rogena Mitchell-Jones

#3. She said she could so she did

R.S. Grey

#4. She did not know how to explain what happened, how everything has changed in just one day, how someone she loved so dearly could be there one minute, and the next minute: gone.

Celeste Ng

#5. But he knew it couldn't end. She was good at what she did, she liked her job, and he loved her. He couldn't fuck that for her. So he had to be patient and wait for her to get to the time when she felt she could come to him and end this long-distance thing.

Kristen Ashley

#6. She was a soldier, a warrior in her way as much as I. This could have happened two hundred times these past twenty years. She knew it, and so did I. It was a good day to die.

Robert Jordan

#7. absurd, but they all looked so grave that she did not dare to laugh; and, as she could not think of anything to say, she simply bowed, and took the thimble, looking as solemn as she could.

Lewis Carroll

#8. No wonder princesses were so impotent in fairy tales, she thought. If all they could do was smile, stand straight, and speak to squirrels, then what choice did they have but to wait for a boy to rescue them? Princess

Soman Chainani

#9. So I did, and after that day she took the world off my chest, lifted it so I could breathe.

Cath Crowley

#10. It was so dark that she could have slapped herself without knowing who did it.

J. C. Paris

#11. So, she said. You met your brother.

You know, said Fat Charlie, you could have warned me.

I did warn you that he is a god.

You didn't mention that he was a complete and utter pain in the arse, though.

Neil Gaiman

#12. She was so desperate to love and be loved, she could sprout tender feelings toward a rock. And rocks didn't call her "bewitching" or "temptress." Rocks didn't have touchable golden brown hair.

But rocks and Ransom did have something in common.

Tessa Dare

#13. No way they could threaten him, not even with Amelie; he'd already given Amelie the finger on the way out of Morganville and he clearly wasn't worried about her coming after him - or, if so, what would happen when she did.

Rachel Caine

#14. He's twenty-nine. And what did you think he was going to look like?"
She shrugged.
"You know-old. Grizzled. Long white beard. Scruffy robes. Loveable, smart, a little absent minded."
I bit back a grin.
" I said 'sorcerer,' not 'Dumbledore.' So he's hot. It could be worse.

Chloe Neill

#15. 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.

Frances Hodgson Burnett

#16. Gwenda sighed. She did not know how to say what she felt. It was not just love. She thought about him all the time, and she did not know how she could live without him. She daydreamed about kidnapping him and locking him up in a hut deep in the forest so that he could never escape from her.

Ken Follett

#17. So she left Rowan in the hall. But it did not stop her from wishing she could keep him.

Sarah J. Maas

#18. Could a more perfect manufactured object than a tennis ball be imagined? Fuzzy and spherical, squeezable and bouncy, its stitching a pair of matching tongues, its voice on impact a pock in the most pleasing of registers. Dogs knew a good thing, dogs loved tennis balls, and so did she.

Jonathan Franzen

#19. That poor innocent snake was far more terrified of Nana then she ever was of the snake. Cricket could barely believe her eyes, but when that shotgun went off with a boom so did the snake. Up until yesterday, Cricket had never seen a snake fly!

Darwun St. James

#20. Third step, get to know her surroundings so she could get out of there. Or at least try. That's what the heroine always did, right? And they said romance novels never taught anyone anything. She'd prove them wrong. And get the heck out of there.

Carrie Ann Ryan

#21. Private Latimer had become a monster, and he must have guessed this was so. Did a girl love him before? Could she continue to?

Ian McEwan

#22. Librarians, to Melanie, were somewhat in a par with god
who else could be bothered with, and better yet, know the answers to so many diffrent types of questions? Knowledge was power, but a good librarian did not hoard the gift. She taught others how to fknd, where to look, how to see

Jodi Picoult

#23. Eddie made a half-turn in his seat to face her. "So, what did you think of our hosts?"
She chuckled. "I think they could be not-too-distant cousins of the Addams Family."
"With Paul as a fuzzy Uncle Fester," Eddie laughed.

Hunter Shea

#24. The boys went off to fight with swords while girls had to learn dog barks and owl hoots. No wonder princesses were so impotent in fairy tales, she thought. If all they could do was smile, stand straight, and speak to squirrels, then what choice did they have but to wait for a boy to rescue them?

Soman Chainani

#25. They said she could not do it. But she didn't listen so when she did it. And when they stood in awe, she did not hear their applause. The only validation she needed came from the voice inside her head. The voice that had always been there saying, "You got this.

Toni Sorenson

#26. 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

#27. 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

#28. She knew that Grandmother was no longer with them. The dazed look in the old man's eyes told her as much. She wanted to cry - not for Grandmother, who could suffer no more, but for Grandfather, who looked so helpless and bewildered; she did not want him to be unhappy.

Ruskin Bond

#29. She [Eleanor Roosevelt]wants a life of her own. Her grandmother could have been a painter. Her grandmother could have done so much more than she did with her life. And Eleanor Roosevelt decides she is going to do everything possible with her life. She's going to live a full life.

Blanche Wiesen Cook

#30. What did she love Shelley for? His reckless spontaneity
like this. His helpless generous nature
like this. His treatment of her as a reasonable human being and not a trembling little rose
and so on. If she loved him for these things, could she hate him for them? Could she?

Jude Morgan

#31. And if that meant she wasn't entirely mine, what of it? I would be the one she could always return to without fear of recrimination or question. So I did not try to win her and contented myself with playing a beautiful game.

Patrick Rothfuss

#32. She briefly wished she did have some sort of magic so she could shoot a bolt of lightning through his head.

Marissa Meyer

#33. She drew a breath and her lips parted in two words that rebounded through his body.
"Kiss me," she said.
So he did the only thing he could do...

Sara Raasch

#34. She had said: 'You could not hate anyone that much -' She was mistaken. What did she know? She felt so good right now, this must be hate, what else could it be?
("Mind Over Murder")

Cornell Woolrich

#35. I thought about Kizuki. "So you finally made Naoko yours," I heard myself telling him. Oh, well, she was yours to begin with. Now maybe, she's where she belongs. But in this world, in this imperfect world of the living, I did the best I could for Naoko.

Haruki Murakami

#36. We meant well, she thought, looking up at a sky piled with cumulus clouds turning amethyst and indigo above the clearing. No one was deliberately evil. We all did the best we could. Even so, what a mess we made of everything ...

Mary Doria Russell

#37. Never complain. When I did, my mother said that if I didn't like my life, I could just give up and die. She reminded me that when I was inside her, I told her that I wanted to be born, so she delivered me, breastfed me and changed my diapers. She said that I had to be brave.

Hiroo Onoda

#38. My mother was gentle and warm. She was the sort of person you could really open up to. I was the eldest and her only boy, so I guess I was treated differently. She did bring me up as a Catholic, and at one time I was an altar boy, but I lost my faith, as did my father, when my mother died at 45.

Stephen Mangan

#39. We tried not to look at each other for a minute, smiling each time we did. Except for the tiny scars on her wrists, she seemed perfect to me, and so I loved the scars, because they meant that I could save her from something, and save myself

Chris Fuhrman

#40. Next time she'd have to ask him to keep the light on while he did it, so she could watch his face. That was the best part of the whole thing as far as she was concerned, the way a guy's face contorted so violently and then relaxed, as if some terrible mystery had just been solved.

Tom Perrotta

#41. Operna did not understand this habit of Indian men. If they could letch at her so overtly, they might as well ask her directly who she was. Why did they always turn to someone else and say, 'Wont you introduce us?' It was so pathetic.

Manu Joseph

#42. So why did you want her to go? Why did you choose to be the victim? You could have shouted at her. You could have let her know she'd hurt you. What happened, Jim? Why couldn't you say that?

Rachel Joyce

#43. I take it that you mean to seduce me," she murmured between kisses.
"Yes." Seduce her and marry her. And then seduce her again, as often as he could.
"Well then, carry on."
So he did.

Sabrina Jeffries

#44. She had noticed that there was a tendency on the part of some Americans to believe that everybody, deep inside, wanted to live in America, and that it was inexplicable that people who could do so did not.

Alexander McCall Smith

#45. It was a time when she did not have the words to name things she saw, and so now, when she tried to recall them, the words could never be right.

Scott Cawthon

#46. Did life really matter? Could hopes and dreams and plans and life end so quickly, so terribly? She looked at the sky. Was anything there besides stars? What did it all mean? What was God? Who was God?

Yvonne Lehman

#47. Lord, did he have the best smile. It was in turns sweet, seductive, and downright sexy. How could a man look so good without even seeming to try? Laith was charming, enticing, handsome, and fascinating.
If she had to classify him, it would be sex-on-a-stick.

Donna Grant

#48. Occasionally there are parents who say, "I brought my child so he or she could learn what the career of a writer is like, and you did this long theatrical performance instead, and I'm very disappointed."

Daniel Handler

#49. Did you?' the producer said. 'He's so clownish on the surface, all joke and dazzle. How in the world could you have seen it?'
'But I did. The moment I met him," she said. "A fucking supernova. Every day since.' She thought, but did not say, almost.

Lauren Groff

#50. Some lovers were fortunate enough to grow old together. They'd grown old apart. She did not think him any less handsome. She only wished that she'd been there when the first line on his face had appeared, so that she could have stroked and kissed and cherished it.

Sherry Thomas

#51. Androma was good at what she did. But so was Dex.
Besides, a prodigy could only outrun her master for so long.

Sasha Alsberg

#52. You cannot always find someone to make you feel special; if you did, make her a heaven so she could stay.

M.F. Moonzajer

#53. Patrice had long since buried the particulars of events so painful that they caused her to resolve only to see good. With such a stance, such as dissociative split, she could walk with evil and believe it did not exist. She was Joe's perfect mate.

Judith Spencer

#54. Librarians were somewhat on a par with God-who else could be bothered with, and better yet, know the answers to so many different types of questions? Knowledge was power, but a good librarian did not hoard the gift. She taught others how to find, where to look, how to see.

Jodi Picoult

#55. She had grown so accustomed to this exterior that she didn't always remember what truly lay underneath. Nor did she particularly want to. Why fester in disillusion, bewilderment, and anger when she could float above and pretend to be this sunny, charming girl instead?

Sherry Thomas

#56. Did something happen to the sanctity of your church again?"
My eye twitched. "Newt broke it so she could look in my closet." Again.

Kim Harrison

#57. Kell stared at her, at a loss. Was her bravado a front, or did she truly have so little to lose? But she had a life, and a life was a thing that could always be lost.

V.E Schwab

#58. She said before i could touch her walls I'd have to touch her heart. so i did.

Darnell Lamont Walker

#59. She carried on talking. And as she did so, I realized there could be no cosmic consequence at all if I stopped listening, and with that realization I switched off the phone.

Matt Haig

#60. With his shyness and his formality and his tyrannical rages he protected his interior so ferociously that if you loved him, as she did, you learned that you could do him no greater kindness than to respect his privacy.

Jonathan Franzen

#61. And, if she did, I wondered if she could see in my eyes that it had been good, so good for me; it was making me want to kneel at her feet right now.

Christina Lauren

#62. It was in her nature to love and to nurture; she would not leave those feelings within herself to fester and sour, but instead she chose someone who would receive her gifts gladly. She did not hold herself to be so special that only one special person could she find satisfactory.

Sena Jeter Naslund

#63. Come on, where did you learn to fight? Miss Manners' School for Girls? My baby sister could hit harder than you when she was three years old. Damn, if you're going to turn Daimon, the least you could do is take a few fighting lessons so you can make my boring job more interesting. (Wulf)

Sherrilyn Kenyon

#64. was probably significant that he was physically short-sighted. He could not recognise people until almost upon them. Their faces were like so many buns. Good-natured buns, he would have said, but Harriet did not agree. She saw them in detail and did not like them any the better for it. He

Olivia Manning

#65. 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

#66. I once took the key off my girlfriend's key ring so that I could surprise her when she got home. So I did this whole romantic setup in our bedroom with flowers and rose petals. She was so mad when she got home, but then when she walked in, she was so surprised.

Trey Songz

#67. Her heart longed for some ark into which it could fly and be at rest. Rough or smooth she did not care, so long as it was warm.

Thomas Hardy

#68. Maybe she truly was hideous. But so long as she could deceive everyone, what did it matter?

Marissa Meyer

#69. The moon, serene and detached in a cloudless sky, did what she could, though so far off, to help them in their quest; till her hour came and she sank earthwards reluctantly, and left them, and mystery once more held field and river.

Kenneth Grahame

#70. Margrethe watched them paralyzed by the intensity of the emotions moving through her. So much pain and euphoria, a sense that even though her own heart was broken, the world could contain such beauty and magic she almost could not bear it? What did her own pain matter, in the face of that?

Carolyn Turgeon

#71. He did not suggest that she sit quietly and get to know herself so she could be all the company she needed.

Louise Penny

#72. As
calmly as she could, she turned away from the cop who was interviewing her and walked toward him.
He grabbed her fast enough, hard enough to knock the breath out of her. Nothing had ever felt so
safe. "I was hoping you'd come. I was really hoping."
"Did you get banged up any?

Nora Roberts

#73. But despite everything, we didn't do badly by one another, we did as well as most. I wish she were here, so I could tell her I finally know this.

Margaret Atwood

#74. But as with Maxwell's Demon, so now. Either she could not communicate, or he did not exist.

Thomas Pynchon

#75. Esther was uncommon not because she was sick but because she was Esther, and she did not exist so that the rest of us could learn Important Lessons about Life.The meaning of her life-likethe meaning of any life- is a maddeningly ambiguous question shrouded in uncertainty

John Green

#76. He gripped her so tightly she could barely breathe. Then he let go. He did it as if he was forcing himself, as if he were starving and he was putting aside the last piece of food he had. But he did it.

Cassandra Clare

#77. My mother was amazing. I guess, in our community, if you wanted to get by you had to work hard. So she cleaned offices. She did everything that you could imagine. We were really poor. But she would say, 'Where you are is not who you are.'

Ursula Burns

#78. Natalie wasn't the type of person who blamed others for the stupid things they did. She tried to be very understanding of their idiocy. Besides, they were probably doing the best they could. The world was a tough place, and it must be *so* much harder if you were stupid.

Elizabeth Gannon

#79. This was historical revisionism at its best, and hadn't Sam always specialized in that, hadn't she always said she wished she had a permanent film rolling of their life so she could go back and prove that, yes, he did so say that thing he now denied?

Liane Moriarty

#80. ... and who are you, anyway?"
"I'm Tina."
"Thank goodness!" I said so loudly she stepped back. "No silly-ass overdone names for you, m'girl."
"It's short for Christina Caresse Chavelle."
"Well, you did the best you could.

MaryJanice Davidson

#81. Ms. Casey is standing in front of the class explaining how she worked all weekend to get the tests graded so she could hand them back on Monday morning, and you're wondering if you're supposed to be impressed that she did her job.

Charles Benoit

#82. Gen X wanted to succeed at this so she could tell people she did it, and little Gen Z wanted me to hand over that goddamn formula, and she was willing to scream until she got it.

Tina Fey

#83. Kestrel's cruel calculation appalled her. This was part of what had made her resist the military: the fact that she could make decisions like this, that she did have a mind for strategy, that people could be so easily become pieces in a game she was determined to win ...

Marie Rutkoski

#84. You could say sorry," suggested Harry bluntly.
"What, and get attacked by another flock of canaries?" muttered Ron.
"What did you have to imitate her for?"
"She laughed at my mustache!"
"So did I, it was the stupidest thing I've ever seen.

J.K. Rowling

#85. Overcome with anger, David grabbed her other arm. Why did she have to be so stubborn? Why couldn't she see how good The Wave could be? "We can stop you, and we will!

Morton Rhue