Top 100 She Had Quotes
#1. I wish she had half a clue what seeing that happy face does for me. I can't quite explain it to myself, but I really wish she could know. It's like when she does it, it's all I can see and I want more of it. Especially after the day we've had. I always want her making happy faces.
Melyssa Winchester
#2. At the sound of the word, she saw a land of pine and snow, of sun-bleached cliffs and white-capped seas, a land where light was swallowed in the velvety green of bumps and hollows - a land that she had forgotten.
Sarah J. Maas
#3. And in this passion for understanding her soul lay close to his; she had him all to herself. But he must be made abstract first.
D.H. Lawrence
#4. I wish to God she had had an M-4 in her office ...
Louie Gohmert
#5. When I was young, I used to tell my mum that she had to get me on the TV, but then modelling just sort of happened.
Alyssa Sutherland
#6. I've never shot like that in my life. That's unholy. Uncle Cal claimed credit for teaching her to shoot, but while Margo had felt his guidance, she had felt just as strongly the guidance of the gun itself. It held her steady, and then sadness perfected her aim.
Bonnie Jo Campbell
#7. She had a crooked smile on her face as she turned, but it slid off suddenly when she saw who was standing there. Glokta snorted. 'Don't worry, I get that reaction from everyone. Even myself, every morning, when I look into the mirror.' If I can even manage to stand up in front of the damn thing.
Joe Abercrombie
#8. She had a job to do. She did not have time to feel pain; not often.
Ayn Rand
#9. But the most important thing of all, to which she kept returning like a tongue probing a sore tooth, was the realization that she had fallen in love with her gaurdian.
Patricia C. Wrede
#10. She wanted to be alone. Her mind was in a state of flutter and wonder, which made it impossible for her to be collected. She was in dancing, singing, exclaiming spirits; and till she had moved about, and talked to herself, and laughed and reflected, she could be fit for nothing rational.
Jane Austen
#11. She had the feeling that somehow, in the very far-off places, perhaps even in far-off ages, there would be a meaning found to all sorrow and an answer too fair and wonderful to be as yet understood.
Hannah Hurnard
#12. This was the house that Paula had taken me and two other graduate students to years earlier. She had told us to go out on the deck, look at the view of the Atlantic Ocean, and say to ourselves, This is what playwriting can buy. Now,
Sarah Ruhl
#13. Pia was blackmailed into committing a crime more suicidal than she could possibly have imagined, and she had no one to blame but herself.
Thea Harrison
#14. The biggest question she had was how do you rebuild a life when you aren't a person anymore?
Donna Augustine
#15. She had rushed to him like some stupid, lust-struck idiot, playing right into his hands. That fucking note ... That Goddamn gift ... The way he had taken her the night before and the things he said ... All a part of his game.
Ella Dominguez
#16. She hadn't lied. She hadn't betrayed anyone's trust; still, she felt she had done something wrong. Or rather, she had not yet done the right thing. Was there a difference between these two sins?
Michael David Lukas
#17. She got the feeling that as long as she was with Alex, she was going to have to get used to orgasming a lot more often than she had in the past.
It was something she thought she could handle.
Paige Tyler
#18. She had reached the age of seventeen, without having seen one amiable youth who could call forth her sensibility, without having inspired one real passion, and without having excited even any admiration but what was very moderate and very transient.
Jane Austen
#19. She had always worked as hard as she could, at everything she did, and she simply did not understand how anybody could do otherwise. How could they sit there, as they did, and stare into the space in front of their desks when they could be adding up figures or checking the drivers' returns?
Alexander McCall Smith
#20. Apparently, she had gobbled up the information like a hooker would a penis.
Mariana Zapata
#21. If she tried anything, she would be sorry. Adam was mine. She had thrown him away, thrown Jesse away - and I had snatched them up. Finders keepers.
Patricia Briggs
#22. Connie went away completely bewildered. She was not sure whether she had been insulted and mortally offended, or not.
D.H. Lawrence
#23. Chanel is everywhere. Pick up a magazine. You'll find Chanel all over it. That's the imprint that she had. I mean, she did so much.
Douglas Kirkland
#24. Thirteen days. Almost two weeks. And, just five days in, she had learned a fundamental truth about time: Like the accordion on which sometimes played old Pashto songs were played, time stretched and contracted depending on his absence or presence.
Khaled Hosseini
#25. My mother wasn't rational those last years; if she had been, she would have been horrified by her own behavior.
Lorna Luft
#26. She had a new bracelet on, stacked with emeralds brighter than her eyes. I hate rich people.
Helen Oyeyemi
#27. Almost as swiftly as he had imagined it, she had torn her clothes off, and when she flung them aside it was with that same magnificent gesture by which a whole civilization seemed to be annihilated.
George Orwell
#28. The way Grey speaks, one would think she had been garlanded in rubies and peonies rather than the semen of men who address her with a contempt that borders on revulsion.
Antonella Gambotto-Burke
#29. To abandon a child, she had once said to someone, when she thought Cassandra couldn't hear, was an act so cold, so careless, it refused forgiveness.
Kate Morton
#30. Living, being in the world, was a much greater and stranger thing than she had ever dreamed.
Ursula K. Le Guin
#31. She had the same hard look in her eyes, as if she'd been used for the past two thousand years and was getting tired of it.
Rick Riordan
#32. He strolled to the front door and stood watching, letting the picture of Felicity grave itself so deeply on his mind that when with the passing of time it would seem to other people that she had grown old and lost her beauty it would not seem so to him.
Elizabeth Goudge
#33. No: the years which had destroyed her youth and bloom had only given him a more glowing, manly, open look, in no respect lessening his personal advantages. She had seen the same Frederick Wentworth.
Jane Austen
#34. Of all the apocalypses in all the world - she had walked into his.
Mari Mancusi
#35. For she had not yet learned to know how rich she was in the blessings which alone can make life happy.
Louisa May Alcott
#36. She spent hours drawing on her own, trying to perfect her craft. And when she got into music, she had that same diligence in developing her own style as well as perfecting the craft of singing. I don't think that is part of the normal assumption of who sh
Laura Joplin
#37. As he made his way back to his estate, Baruk recalled his lone meeting with Vorcan, only a few nights after her awakening. She had entered the chamber with her usual feline grace. The wounds she had borne were long healed and she had found a new set of clothes, loose and
Steven Erikson
#38. When she walked him out to his truck, she held his hand for a few minutes. The girl moved really slowly, and he liked that. One of these days he was going to get his arms around her, kiss her. She had to be about the prettiest girl at school. Maybe the world. He'd
Robyn Carr
#39. He was so different from her, yet in his presence she felt the possibility of another kind of life, a life she had never imagined could be hers. A life without the rigid limitations others had always set for her.
Nicholas Sparks
#40. If she had spurned gifts from fate or God or some other earnest substitute, she would never feel it in that way. She felt like someone of whom she was fond, an old and future friend of herself, still unspent and up ahead somewhere, like a light that moves.
Lorrie Moore
#41. The old woman remembered a swan she had bought many years ago in Shanghai for a foolish sum. This bird, boasted the market vendor, was once a duck that stretched its neck in hopes of becoming a goose, and now look!
it is too beautiful to eat.
Amy Tan
#42. She had discovered long ago that you could use a computer without understanding how it worked. Just as you could use an automobile, vacuum cleaner - or your own brain.
Michael Crichton
#43. It's still horrible to wish the worst on anyone. I'm sure she had her reasons. Maybe people hurt her feelings, the same way I was hurt. A single word can feel like a rock being thrown at you.
Alice Hoffman
#44. Her stoic attitude contributed to the air of mystery surrounding her, long before she had any secrets to keep.
Isabel Allende
#45. Nevertheless, an uneasy suspicion lurked that he could jangle the knocker on a door to forgotten places in her psyche. A door she had no intention of opening - even a tiny crack.
Jen Yates
#46. if she wanted anything in this world, she had to hold on with bulldog tenacity until she got it.
Gerri Russell
#47. Since childhood, since her early school days, New Year's Eve had possessed for her a mournful terror: she had elected it to represent the Nothingness which was her own life, the solid, cheerful festival which had seemed to be the lives of others.
Margaret Drabble
#48. The previous day she had been on a conference call with a younger Urban Outfitters marketing team member (the chain now sells more vinyl and turntables than anyone else in America), who asked Braun what the little lines on the records meant. "I had to tell her those are the songs," she said.
David Sax
#49. She had a knack for making herself invisible that had always felt like a kind of superpower, something that belonged only to her.
Jennifer E. Smith
#50. I will remember, Your Grace, said Sansa, though she had always heard that love was a surer route to the people's loyalty than fear. If I am ever a queen, I'll make them love me.
George R R Martin
#51. She had bought several plain pine chests to use as love seats or boot boxes, but they came to look to her more and more like children's coffins, so she returned them.
Lorrie Moore
#52. Tombstones covered the dale, the smooth marble surfaces bright. She had spent days here as a teenager, though not out of any awareness of mortality. Like every adolescent, she intended to live forever.
Thomm Quackenbush
#53. But I also hoped that [she] had chosen California because she thought that was her true home, the place where she really belonged, where it was always warm and you could dance in the rain, pick grapes right off the vines, and sleep outside at night under the stars.
Jeannette Walls
#55. He was the most handsome nightmare she had ever met.
Jamie Farrell
#56. Lauren woke wedged against Ryder, her back to his front, his arm wrapped around her belly and one strong thigh between hers. If she was looking for space, she had about a hair's width.
Cindy Skaggs
#57. She had heard it was easy to blame others for one's own failures. But that wasn't exactly accurate. It was easy to blame herself for what had happened
hard to live with it.
Frank Beddor
#58. She had known deep down for as long as she could remember that something was wrong. What she didn't know, was what happened next.
Alice Darwin
#59. But she had felt since childhod that her life would n ot be ordinary. A moment would come- she would know it when she saw it- and everything would change.
Kim Edwards
#60. she had carried anxiety with her to work every morning and brought it home with her every night; a nameless, inconsiderate companion that had a habit of poking her in the ribs whenever she was trying to relax.
Joe Hill
#61. They were friends. That's all she ever seemed to have. Friends. She had enough of them.
Melissa De La Cruz
#62. Lincoln quickly looked up from the floor. His mother was already looking down at him like she'd just confronted him with damning criminal evidence. Like it was clear he'd done it with the candlestick in the conservatory, and she had the candlestick to prove it.
Rainbow Rowell
#63. It just did not make sense; unless, of course, as she had suggested, we all have a weak point, an area of intellectual or emotional vulnerability that may be quite out of keeping with out character.
Alexander McCall Smith
#64. Although experience has taught me to trust my feelings, I did not go inside to stand guard near her. She had asked me to wait on the bench. I had no intention of crossing her. Like most men, I find it mortifying to be ass-kicked by a woman who doesn't even weigh 110 pounds after Thanksgiving dinner.
Dean Koontz
#65. When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease - of joy that kills.
Kate Chopin
#66. He was determined to save her, to be her hero, to give her a reason why the gods had seen fit to place him inside her visions. Gods, he wanted to rescue her. After all, she had rescued him; she had become his heroine a long time ago, before his death became imminent.
Madison Thorne Grey
#67. Even in the pettiest, most unpromising material, she had discovered, you could find real treasures.
Neil Gaiman
#68. I wanted to soothe and comfort her, the way she had comforted her daughters.
A.B. Shepherd
#69. Like most girls she had been brought up on the warm milk prepared by Annie Fellows Johnston and on novels in which the female was beloved because of certain mysterious womanly qualities, always mentioned but never displayed.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#70. She tried to pray, but she had only ever prayed at night, and it seemed to her that the moons made poor protectors when angels chose to hunt by day.
Laini Taylor
#71. As soon as she hit the Send button, she had a spasm of remorse; her interval between action and remorse was diminishing so rapidly that soon she might be all remorse, unable to act at all; which might not be such a bad thing.
Jonathan Franzen
#72. No one is promised a tomorrow. She had been wrong about every man she loved or said she loved. She'd been wrong about everything. She'd entered into her life in the middle of its story. She had confused herself with the actress who portrayed her.
Jill Alexander Essbaum
#73. Perhaps she had not understood the heights to which prayer must rise before it becomes pure praise, the fortitude that is demanded before it can share in the redemption of man's soul. The man of prayer beside her had said it was action, the greatest activity there is. She began to believe him.
Elizabeth Goudge
#74. And with dream-awakened eyes, she saw all the beauty around her, saw the sea, felt the sun, and knew she had to vanish for a while from the human plane and make every sacrifice in order to create her world anew out of the depths.
Charlotte Salomon
#75. She had lived her life trying to look straight at things, straight at them knowing that there would come a day when she would look at something so hard that it would look right back and break her. Well, wasn't she made of flesh and bone? Wasn't she made to break? Sure. Wasn't she a woman?
Benjamin Alire Saenz
#76. Comedy comes from pain, and no one knows that better than this woman Roseanne Barr - who was molested as a child. Uch. That poor molester. Roseanne never got over it. She felt violated. She had trust issues. She never got the candy he promised her.
Jeff Ross
#77. LaShon knew that there was no way that was going to happen. She had dealt with her fair share of jail relationships and every time the dude came home he expected to pick up things where they left off at as if nothing ever happened.
Kevina Hopkins
#78. The male's diamond eyes locked on Payne, and though she hadn't seen him in forever, she knew who he was. Sure as if she was staring at her own reflection. Tears sprang unbidden to her eyes for last she had known, he breathed no longer. "Vishous," she whispered desperately. "Oh, brother mine ...
J.R. Ward
#79. She had seen expert methods of flirtation and temptation, not to mention last-minute flip of denial. What men liked to call a tease. What they loved to call a tease. They stomped and growled about it, but they always hung around for more.
Jacquelyn Frank
#80. That was my favorite dagger.
She had a favorite dagger? Seriously? And she thought that I was a freak.
Jennifer Estep
#81. I couldn't help but think of my mother's most life-altering mistake. Silly and romantic, getting married fresh out of high school to a man she barely knew, then producing me a year later. She'd always promised me that she had no regrets, that I was the best gift hr life had ever given her.
Stephenie Meyer
#82. She should have remembered her past experiences in the relationship wars and not let herself get so excited. Evidently her hormones had overruled her common sense and she had become drunk on ovarian wine, the most potent, sanity- destroying substance in the universe.
Linda Howard
#83. She did not want to be that woman - the one of whom they spoke. She had never planned to be that woman. Somehow, it had happened, however ... somehow, she had lost her way and, without realizing it, she had chosen this staid, boring life instead of a different, more adventurous one.
Sarah MacLean
#84. The only time she felt excited or happy was when she had had a drink because then anything might happen. That feeling of insecurity became exciting.
Lilian Pizzichini
#85. Once she had been a little girl, someday she would be dead, but now she was showing me her upper legs.
Charles Bukowski
#86. She had personal details about my relationships that only my close friends should have known. "So you've got a stalker," I said to my reflection in the rearview mirror. "And she eats people. Great.
Craig Schaefer
#87. Why is she unconscious?" Aimee smirked. "She had a full-fledged freak out on the roof top.
T.L. Brown
#88. Houses don't clean themselves, she'd mutter. Sometimes she cleaned the bits she had just cleaned. It wasn't like living in a house, but more a question hovering over the surfaces.
Rachel Joyce
#89. She looks at me, this is not what she had expected, she sniffs at the food and only slowly starts to eat, swallows each mouthful with demonstrative gloom, and then turns to look at me again, a long look, with those eyes, sighs and goes on, as if she were emptying the poisoned chalice. Spoiled dog.
Per Petterson
#90. That morning, she had found an envelope stuffed into her locker. It was from the Mercer Hotel, and held a plastic door key for their suite. "See you there tonight," Oliver had written. "Chomp! Chomp!
Melissa De La Cruz
#91. By the time she had grown sharper, ... , she found in her mind a collection of images and echoes to which meanings were attachable- images and echoes kept for her in the childish dusk, the dim closet, the high drawers, like games she wasn't big enough to play.
Henry James
#92. There had been a quarrel, she had been hurt, had wept. Now it was over; now she sat still and waited. Life would go on. As with children. As with animals. If only you did not talk, did not make simple things complicated, did not turn your soul inside out.
Hermann Hesse
#93. She had the look in her eye when you kick and kick at the door and it doesn't open, when you write a boy letters and letters and he never loves you, not 'til the day he dies. Not even then.
Daniel Handler
#94. For although she had been, and still was, very much admired, she had got into the way of preferring unsatisfactory love affairs to any others, so that it was becoming almost a bad habit.
Barbara Pym
#95. She had quickly learned that to show unhappiness was to risk the loss of love.
P.D. James
#96. Often she had seemed to herself to be moving among those vanished figures of old books and pictures, an invisible ghost among the living, better acquainted with them than with her own friends. she very nearly lost consciousness that she was a separate being, with a future of her own.
Virginia Woolf
#97. My mother was a very beautiful lady, I thought. She was very good to me. I guess - she died when I was nine and a half, but if she had lived, I probably wouldn't be trying to play guitar. She wanted me to be known, but as something else. Not a guitar player.
B.B. King
#98. I went to NYU graduate film school and met Pam [Romanowsky], and after doing a few things with her I thought she had the right sensibility and that she could figure it [The Adderall Diaries] out.
James Franco
#99. Grandma's house had the atmosphere of a Tupperware box left out in the sun. Like a tropical flower, she had to be kept warm and moist at all times, or she would wilt and die.
Matthew Crow
#100. For a moment he had had an overwhelming hallucination of her presence. She had seemed to be not merely with him, but inside him. It was as though she had got into the texture of his skin.
George Orwell
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