Top 100 She Had Enough Quotes
#1. Here," he said,holding out a dark mink coat. "Thought you might be cold."
"Where did you-"
"I yoinked it off a broad coming home from the market back there.Don't worry,she had enough natural padding already."
"Bill!"
"Hey,you needed it!" He shrugged. "Wear it in good health.
Lauren Kate
#2. What is she doing here? I wondered. Hasn't she had enough green-upping?
Lisa Papademetriou
#3. ...she had enough experience around testosterone to know the shit going through a man's head at any given moment should never be revealed for public consumption. Especially female public.
Terri Osburn
#4. Amelia's temperature dropped and all of a sudden, she felt cold as ice. Why were they getting involved? She had enough problems without
Ashley Stoyanoff
#5. My mom was a single mom, and she had enough on her plate. I knew when I was doing something I wasn't supposed to, and I tried to keep her from finding out about it. I did a pretty good job of that.
Jason Aldean
#6. Much strength and endurance did she have stored inside her? He hoped to God she had enough to see this nightmare through.
Julie Garwood
#7. Life had been hard on this girl, Jacob, but she had enough courage for an army.
Dean Koontz
#8. Baby, it's never an insult to be called what somebody thinks is a bad name. It just shows how poor that person is, it doesn't hurt you. So don't let Mrs Dubose get you down. She had enough troubles or her own.
Harper Lee
#9. All the overpowering blinding, bewildering, first effects of strong surprise were over with her. Still, however, she had enough to feel! It was agitation, pain, pleasure, a something between delight and misery.
Jane Austen
#10. Aroma of fresh bread led me to a bakery where a deformed woman with no nose sold me a dozen crescent-moon pastries. Only wanted one, but thought she had enough problems.
David Mitchell
#11. They were friends. That's all she ever seemed to have. Friends. She had enough of them.
Melissa De La Cruz
#12. Was she in love? Rosalind had asked herself that many times in the last few weeks. Anna's mother said you're in love when you feel like you've been hit by a truck. Rosalind felt bad enough for a motorcycle, maybe, but not a truck.
Jeanne Birdsall
#13. Valten turned to face her and she threw her arms around him again. We have to get out of here, his mind told him, but he decided he had enough time for another kiss. And Gisela obviously agreed.
Melanie Dickerson
#14. YOLO. A slogan, a rallying cry, carpe diem for the skateboarder set: You only live once. But was it true? That was the problem, wasn't it? She had never thought about it in any deep way. She hadn't had the time or inclination to speculate about other lives: this one was hard enough to manage.
Sharon Guskin
#15. But Hood was not yet done with her. He swung her up again, spun and once more hammered her onto the stone. 'I have had,' the Jaghut roared, and into the air she went again, and down once more, 'enough' - with a sob the crushed, broken body was yanked from the ground again - 'of- 'your- justice!
Steven Erikson
#16. Anya, the minor goddess of Anarchy? A woman who had more balls than most men - because she'd cut them off the guys stupid enough to get in her way and kept them as souvenirs.
Gena Showalter
#17. The other two wishes," she replied rapidly. "We've only had one."
"Was not that enough?" he demanded fiercely.
"No," she cried, triumphantly; "we'll have one more. Go down and get it quickly, and wish our boy alive again.
W.W. Jacobs
#18. We had six years of happiness. And it was you who had to spoil it. With you, when something is right, it's never enough. You don't value happiness. You don't even realize. Because you always want more. (She
David Hare
#19. She remembered the days when they'd been each other's everything, when just being together was enough. When she believed their love could conquer the world. How long had it been since Michael had said her name in that special way, when they'd talked all night about their dreams and their future?
Dominique Wilson
#20. Books were expensive, as well. But she'd read enough of them to know that they were only as valuable as the contents of their writers' minds - and to her it seemed that a great many writers, had they been merchants, would have precious little inventory.
Jim Butcher
#21. Until that moment she had never thought she could do it. Never thought she would be brave enough or scared enough, or desperate enough to dare.
Neil Gaiman
#22. She could tell he was heading toward a bad place. She had seen him go there often enough, knew he had shortcuts he could take to get there in no time.
Hugh Howey
#23. She had no idea what the future would hold for any of them, beyond possibilities as infinite as the stars.
And really, that was enough.
Melissa Landers
#24. So long as she had access to enough light to read, Anna could entertain herself for years.
Elizabeth Camden
#25. The passion for defiling things was inborn in her. It was not enough for her to destroy them, she had to soil them too.
Emile Zola
#26. When I was young, a teacher had forbidden me to say "more perfect" because she said if a thing is perfect it can't be more so. But by now I had seen enough of life to have regained my confidence in it.
Norman Maclean
#27. It was bad enough that she'd made a deal with the devil and was apparently addicted to his kisses, but now she had her brothers going behind her back and orchestrating something that couldn't possibly end well for her.
R.L. Mathewson
#28. 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
#29. She'd cried loudly enough that the man sitting across from her had offered her a tissue, and she'd screamed, what do you think you're looking at jerk? At him, because that was what you did in New York. After that she felt a little better.
Cassandra Clare
#30. A woman had joined the two men sitting at table three. She was a blonde, one of those fatal blondes, six foot tall or near enough, with hair the color of clover honey.
Martha Reed
#31. She lived, we'll say,
A harmless life, she called a
virtuous life,
A quiet life, which was not life at all
(But that she had not lived enough to know)
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#32. Every thing was safe enough and she smiled over the many anxious feelings she had wasted on the subject.
Jane Austen
#33. She savored their conversation, and often, when doing her chores, she remembered the words he said to her and how hopeful he was that she might kiss him again. Now she wished she had. because one kiss is not enough.
Adriana Trigiani
#34. And she pressed closer to me and we were silent and I smelled her, and felt her and listened to her, and knew that if I had nothing else but this, this would be enough.
Robert B. Parker
#35. She remembered something that am old boyfriend had said to her. One that she didn't want to let go of at the time. One person can't be happy enough for the both of us
Chris Manby
#36. That every tear she felt like crying was a tear she had to cry, and she would know when she had cried enough when she didn't have any more tears left.
Marianne Williamson
#37. She smiled and whispered, "I'm kissing you right now."
He swore softly, frustration evident in the snap of his voice. "I'm kissing you too."
With that she had to be content enough to walk away.
Thea Harrison
#38. She considered that the future was a frail enough thing at best, and if people looked at it hard they changed it. Granny had some quite complex theories about space and time
Terry Pratchett
#39. Matteo lived inside her like a memory that paradoxically stopped the pain and which she could never get enough of ... because there was, and never would be, anything that was like him. Wherever she went, whatever she did, he was the only thing she truly loved, and which she sadly no longer had.
Llarjme
#40. In the distance, Amanda heard the sirens. Just a little bit longer. She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she was scared of dying before she had the chance to tell Ryker goodbye. In their capable hands, though, surely they could keep her alive long enough for him to return. They had to.
Rose Wynters
#41. I had control issues, enough emotional baggage to excite a team of psychiatrists, and - thanks to my demon half - a penchant for snap decisions driven by instinct. And that was when my demon was subdued. When she came to the party, I was as stable as a nuclear reactor on meltdown.
Pippa DaCosta
#42. She was thinking how it was the unfinished business. This was why she could not sleep. She could not say the day was over. She had no sense that any day was ever over. Everything was still going on. The business not only not finished but maybe not done well enough.
Lydia Davis
#43. And who did she have? The thought caught her up short, but then she smiled, remembering the preacher's words. She had the Lord. He was her foundation, and that was enough.
Carol Cox
#44. Fair enough, Gutfreund had once been a trader, but that was as relevant as an old woman's claim that she was once quite a dish.
Michael Lewis
#45. She had learned to live light because life itself could be heavy enough.
Jackson Burnett
#46. She had just enough time to take in a breath, to blink, to part her lips before he took them with his own.
Kelly Creagh
#47. And she[Aphrodite]mourned Nerites' loss not because Nerites was her paramour but because she was her mentor.It was, strangely enough,poor Nerites who had taught her all she had known about sex & love until then. For how was a young Goddess, who was born from a cockle, to know about such things?
Nicholas Chong
#48. He'd loved her, he had. And he knew she loved him, he knew it! But it wasn't enough. She couldn't have imagined such a thing was possible. Love wasn't enough
Janet Fitch
#49. Mrs. Allen was one of that numerous class of females, whose society can raise no other emotion than surprise at there being any men in the world who could like them well enough to marry them. She had neither beauty, genius, accomplishment, nor manner.
Jane Austen
#50. Apparently, dancing for him and throwing herself at him weren't enough. Apparently, she had to nearly commit murder to arouse him enough to attack her.
Gena Showalter
#52. Maybe like the bat in the birdcage, Gavriel had been waiting for dark, waiting to get out of the chains, drink Aidan's blood, and escape. But when she showed up, he figured he could use them for a ride through daylight, so long as he seemed harmless enough to need saving. A chill crept up her spine.
Holly Black
#53. She was not vain enough to work her will against the world. But she could use the things the world had given her.
Patrick Rothfuss
#54. It's frustrating always being compared to Britney because we are two very different artists ... We both dance and sing but people have not yet had enough time to realise that there is a huge difference between us. If she wants to go and do something, I'll want to do the opposite.
Christina Aguilera
#55. If she had touched me," he said very softly, "I would have been hers and not my own, not ever again. I wanted her to touch me but I could not let her. No cat will. We let human beings caress us because it is pleasant enough and calms them - but not her. The price is more than a cat can pay.
Peter S. Beagle
#56. She was right. After all, if she herself had wondered whether she was Indian enough
she, who had always been to me a sort of epitome of Indian
then who could be? Who could claim the sole right or way to an identity?
Tanuja Desai Hidier
#57. My mother begged doctors to end her life. She was beyond the physical ability to swallow enough of the weak morphine pills she had around her. When she knew she was dying I promised to make sure she could go at a time of her choosing, but it was impossible. I couldn't help.
Polly Toynbee
#58. She carried her head high enough - even when we believed that she was fallen. It was as if she demanded more than ever the recognition of her dignity as the last Grierson; as if it had wanted that touch of earthiness to reaffirm her imperviousness
William Faulkner
#59. She had given him all she had - but what was it compared to the other gifts life held for him? She understood now the case of girls like herself to whom this kind of thing happened. They gave all they had, but their all was not enough; it could not buy more than a few moments ...
Edith Wharton
#60. She had courage enough, but little imagination; or she would not have forgotten joy, whatever the weight on her.
Robin McKinley
#61. He watched her sleep now, her dark hair fanned out over his arm that she laid on.
Running his free hand over her naked back, he couldn't get enough of touching her.
How had he gone this long without this.
Devona Serenity
#62. She had no mercy. He looked at her neck and thought how he would like to jab it with the knife he had for his muffin. He knew enough anatomy to make pretty certain of getting the carotid artery. And at the same time he wanted to cover her pale, thin face with kisses.
W. Somerset Maugham
#63. She may have had enough time to deal with things. What if she does come back? What will you do? Grant asked me.
What would I do?
I'd beg.
Abbi Glines
#64. Mother Goose chuckled to herself. "Jack is nimble, Jack is quick - but Jack can be such a - " She stopped herself from finishing the thought, perhaps remembering she was talking to thirteen-year-olds. "I think I've had enough bubbly for one night. It's time for bed anyway.
Chris Colfer
#65. Sitting watching Anna's eyelids flicker some hours later, Lib found herself longing for the sleep she should have had that afternoon. But this was an old battle, and like any nurse, she knew she could win if she spoke to herself severely enough. The
Emma Donoghue
#66. Righteousness coursed through her that felt like the few dizzy moments after childbirth, when she had felt simultaneously exhausted and powerful enough to move mountains.
Jodi Picoult
#67. She knew the power of bureaucracy well enough to be aware she had to sit and be admonished until this stranger felt she had expressed sufficient disappointment in a girl she would never have to see again.
Thomm Quackenbush
#68. Ah! he would have found it out fast enough if she had been nice-looking. The ugly women have a bad time of it in this world; let's hope it will be made up to them in another.
Wilkie Collins
#69. She tasted what she had said and found it sour enough to be accurate.
Peter Straub
#70. She had read enough lives of the poetesses to know all about inpatient psychiatric care.
Nell Zink
#71. She kissed him ... long enough he could almost hear her thoughts. Long enough that he began to know her story, know what she had been through.
Thomm Quackenbush
#72. Hillary Clinton made a campaign stop in Las Vegas yesterday. She said she wants citizenship for undocumented immigrants. But after seeing Americans celebrate Cinco de Mayo yesterday, immigrants said, 'You know what, we're good. We're gonna head back now. We had enough.'
Jimmy Fallon
#73. She had picked up life where she had left off ... and hoped that would be enough to get the universe to politely overlook her.
Thomm Quackenbush
#74. She mourned the history that the invisible intruder had erased, but not enough that she would spend a second more of her future feeling the emptiness.
Thomm Quackenbush
#75. She was hard, numb. The hardness had come about recently, spreading through her brain and chest. She worried that if she were hit hard enough she would just crack
R.L. Griffin
#76. You can drive."
When he raised an eyebrow, she said, "I've had enough contact with human males to realize you seem to have a congenital inability to function while a female is at the wheel, and I'd rather your full attention be on the case.
Nalini Singh
#77. Love she had found, had a strange way of multiplying. Doubling, trebling itself, so that, as each child arrived, there was always more than enough to go around.
Rosamunde Pilcher
#78. If she'd had enough thread, she could've crocheted the Taj Mahal.
Nora Roberts
#79. She'd kicked Klein's ass and still had enough moxie to tag him, and enough physical strength to get herself out of a window ten feet up on the wall.
He really should marry her.
Tara Janzen
#80. When my mother had to get dinner for 8 she'd just make enough for 16 and only serve half.
Gracie Allen
#81. And, while Jessica had faith enough in Providence, she preferred to seek help from more accessible sources. Her assistant was Phelps, the coachman.
Loretta Chase
#82. She was smiling as she imagined herself as one more star in the sea of millions, and her body decided it had had enough, and she felt the exact moment when her power source gave up and the hum of electricity extinguished.
But she was already vast and bright and endless.
Marissa Meyer
#83. It was only a searing pain running from her coccyx that was giving her any trouble. She'd landed on her arse - which, thankfully, had enough padding on it to have saved her from anything more serious. Three cheers for fat-bottomed girls.
Debbie Johnson
#84. As long as she is talented enough and passionate about doing it herself then I will be happy and support her. I think I will be sensible - my parents said I could only do it if I got my education and so I had something to fall back on.
Anna Friel
#85. I was completely obsessed with her. Addicted wasn't a strong enough word. She had surpassed my addictive tendencies, and I was full-blown obsessed.
Abbi Glines
#86. The whore, who said her name was Sandra, offered me delights unobtainable outside of Place Pigalle and Port Said. I said I wasn't interested, and she was bright enough to say that she wasn't really interested either. As things turned out, we had both overestimated our apathies, but not by much.
Kurt Vonnegut
#87. And he was not angry. But, before the pain set in, he had the time to be rueful. He had laid everything out, the best of himself, and it had not been enough. He had considered himself a bohemian, but she had proved too bohemian for him. And he had failed to understand her explanation of herself.
Julian Barnes
#88. At the beauty of what she had stumbled onto, at the fear that something terrible would happen because she was not vigilant enough. She cried at the fear of something so good that she would not be brave enough to bear it.
Rebecca Wells
#89. Heath had been there to help her, letting her draw from his strength. Did she have enough strength to sustain him in the same way?
Lisa Kleypas
#90. Rita has spent her whole life being chased by boys. Because of that, she never had a chance to stop running long enough to figure out who she was and what kind of guy she should let catch her.
Amy Harmon
#91. asked Mom why they couldn't think up better street names than numbers and letters. She said everyone in Washington, D.C. had more important things to do. There wasn't enough time for street names.
TR Dillon
#92. He was raw and sharp and rich and throbbing with life. He was sweet blood after a long hunt. How could she have mistaken Aiden's kisses for this? They had been delicious and smooth like the brief comfort of chocolate, but they had never been enough.
Annette Curtis Klause
#93. As usual when I drank too much I started talking about things I should'nt ... That night Kate told me I had no brains and she was officially done with me. OK, fair enough. I already knew that I was an idiot, stepping for the third time in the same shit with the same left foot.
Joanna Mazurkiewicz
#94. She was turned on by him - his scent, his smile; he was the manifestation of seduction. Under normal circumstances, she'd be tempted, but might have had enough willpower to resist him. These weren't normal circumstances, however. Tonight, she was certain she wanted him in her bedroom.
Norian F. Love
#95. Growing up surrounded by thieves and murderers, she'd had enough of that whatever-it-takes-to-win mindset to last a billion lifetimes. All she wanted was a little slice of truth, somewhere peaceful to lay her head, and the knowledge that the people she loved were safe from Rolf's vindictive reach.
Avery Flynn
#96. I had been in a film, playing a young British aristocrat. My wife told me that she was invited to a dinner and she invited me to dinner and the hostess had seen me and said, 'You cannot bring him.' but I think that I've done enough to shatter the image.
Michael York
#97. She drank the glass with breakfast and poured herself another. By the time she'd gotten Sean off to school (second grade) the edges had been taken off her thoughts and the world seemed as it should be: not too real, but real enough.
Dexter Palmer
#98. Nessy had never believed that fear and respect were the same thing. Nor did she believe that the castle's manners were beyond redemption, for although her accursed home was mostly bad it was at least a little bit good. She hoped it would be good enough.
A. Lee Martinez
#99. And he wondered just how much teasing she had received - and why human males would train a female to shoot a gun and then tease her into being angry enough to shoot them. "I'm
Anne Bishop
#100. She had concealed her hidden desires even from herself, unable to say why, but she needed no answer. It was enough that she had done what she had done. She had surrendered herself.
Paulo Coelho
