She Knew She Could Quotes

#1. She knew she could never love any man the way she loved a blank sheet of paper that only she could fill.

Coco J. Ginger

#2. He was everything she could ever want and everything she knew she could no longer do without.

Nina D'Angelo

#3. He lacked tenderness; he was rude; and he had more than a streak of cruelty in him; he was a thief and a liar. He stood for everything she feared and hated and despised; but she knew she could love him ... This was no choice made with the mind.

Daphne Du Maurier

#4. Smart to avoid being with anyone she might actually really feel something for, who might actually really feel something for her. Smart to avoid getting involved with people she knew she could -

Stacia Kane

#5. And yet, she knew she could be.

Ally Carter

#6. She knew she could help him best by being silent and by being near

John Steinbeck

#7. She knew she could not be Jem for Will. No one could. But slowly the hollow places in his heart were filling in.

Cassandra Clare

#8. She knew she could answer it. She knew how to put one foot in front of the other even when every step hurt. And she knew there was pain in the journey, but there was also great beauty. She'd seen it standing on rooftops and in green eyes and in the smallest, ugliest rock. She would find the answer.

Veronica Rossi

#9. 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

#10. She knew she could kill him in a variety of gory ways in less time than it took him to adjust the strange spectoculums that rested on the very end of his nose, but even this distraction didn't seem to help!

Stuart Hill

#11. She'd always known she could tolerate pain. Now she knew she could survive pleasure.

Kit Rocha

#12. She knew she could drink up to a certain point, but after that she never did anything interesting like dancing on the bar with her top off or snogging random strangers. She would merely fall over and then probably be sick.

Harriet Evans

#13. She knew she could be executed if she were caught, but there was no way that she would leave Callie in the hands of Fae.

Cathlin Shahriary

#14. 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

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

Cassandra Clare

#16. 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

#17. 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

#18. 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

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

Kristin Hannah

#20. She was almost there. She could feel the weight of herself, the ponderousness of her body, the distant memories of the dawn of time when rock was molten and free. For the first time in her life she knew what it was like to have balconies.

Terry Pratchett

#21. She knew his secrets, knew him inside out.
Humans could never know each other that way.
They could never really get into another person's head.
All the talking in the world couldn't even prove that you and the other person saw the same colour red.

L.J.Smith

#22. I knew then that no matter how hard you tried, no matter how many jars of honey you threw, no matter how much you thought you could leave your mother behind, she would never disappear from the tender places in you.

Sue Monk Kidd

#23. She had needed the time to know that this love would not destroy her, and I had, I now knew, given her that time, could give it, for it was what I had in great supply.

Alice Sebold

#24. The stove, she knew, wished it were a volcano, the humble teaspoons wished they were steamshovels, and the sink wished it were a well so all the others could have their wishes. Yet they all stayed exactly the same no matter what they wished, no matter what they saw and heard.

Georgess McHargue

#25. God knew she was a troublesome wench, with a tongue that could strip the barnacles off a ship's hull.

Sabrina Jeffries

#26. Nothing, she now knew, could be defined in exclusion, and every bug, pencil, and grass blade was a dictionary in itself, requiring the definitions of all things to fulfill its own.

Anthony Marra

#27. She was easy to look at and easy to be with most of the time, but she was in no sense of the word an easy person. She was afflicted with a restlessness of spirit he could not guess at, but he knew she was the one for him.

Harper Lee

#28. She was renowned as the best word shaker of her region because she knew how powerless a person could be WITHOUT words. That's why she could climb higher than anyone else. She had desire. She was hungry for them.

Markus Zusak

#29. She always saw through him, as if he were just another window. She always felt that she knew everything about him that could be known. Not that he was simple, but that he was knowable, like a list of errands, like an encyclopedia.

Jonathan Safran Foer

#30. She was so quiet. So reflective. And she could erase herself, her spirit, with a swiftness that truly startled, when she knew the people around her could not respect it.

Alice Walker

#31. Honestly?" Logan shrugged. "I didn't know it could kill me. If I'd ever heard that, I forgot it a long time ago. But I knew it was dangerous."
"Then why take the risk?" Stone asked.
Logan turned his head to look at me. "Because she was worth it.

Jeri Smith-Ready

#32. she knew the effort it took to keep one's exterior self together, upright, when everything inside was in pieces, broken beyond repair. One touch, one warm, compassionate hand, could shatter that hard-won perfect exterior. And then it would take years and years to restore it. So

Melanie Benjamin

#33. The others could believe that she was that way because she lost her parents so early, but Peter knew better. She was strong, confident, and never broken.

Alexandra Engellmann

#34. She became uncharacteristically silent, and I suppressed a chuckle. I knew exactly what Jax's body looked like. All of it. It didn't compare to Tristan's, but I could understand why Blossom would be impressed. The man-croc lacked nothing excpect hair

Kristie Cook

#35. She knew enough to recognize that memories were crowding in, and there was nothing he could do. They wouldn't let him speak. She would never know what scenes were driving that turmoil.

Ian McEwan

#36. 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

#37. Doubt is the pinprick in the life raft." She stepped close and we hugged. I could feel her trembling ever so slightly. She wasn't bulletproof. I knew then that my shaky faith in myself was starting to dig a hole in hers, and Emma's confidence was what held everything together. It was the life raft.

Ransom Riggs

#38. I knew what is was like to have people stare at you with pity. For everyone's gaze to follow you through the hallways as though you were marked by tragedy and no longer belonged. And I could understand why she hadn't wanted that.

Robyn Schneider

#39. Could we go into your room?" she asked. "I knew it. I knew it," he said, spinning around and sliding quickly toward his door. "It's finally happend, just like in dreams. An intelligent, beautiful woman is going to declare her undying affection

Arthur C. Clarke

#40. While in her heart Batty knew that Ginevra was a nice person, she sometimes couldn't help wondering if nice people could also be show-offs.

Jeanne Birdsall

#41. Claire knew she was in control of her actions, she could choose to fight or complain. Her plan was for self-preservation until she was free. This had been a good old-fashioned thunderstorm, loud and boisterous but no real damage.

Aleatha Romig

#42. Lila never knew people could be so mean. She was mean, too, because the sadness in that house was like a dream that made everything strange and wrong.

Marilynne Robinson

#43. She drank in the sight of him, the power, the virility, the sheer sexiness. She knew just how well those lips of his kissed, how gentle and coaxing his hands could be, and how mouth-watering his body was.

Donna Grant

#44. Despite my funny feeling about her, I regretfully obliged to his interest in pursuing a sexual relationship with her. I knew James only wanted the pussy, but I could see in Raven's eyes that she wanted more.

Jessica N. Watkins

#45. The children refused to disbelieve in the monsters because, frankly, they knew damn well the things were there. But she'd found that they could, very firmly, also believe in the poker.

Terry Pratchett

#46. God made her a giving person, and even in this house of people who could be so hateful and hard, her one skill, she knew, was to serve them and make them happy, the way even an unwatered tree still provides whatever shade it can.

J. Ryan Stradal

#47. Elle had never felt so cherished, so wanted. How in the world a simple kiss could relay such feeling, she'd never know. But kissing him was anything but simple. It was profound. And somehow, she knew when this night was over, her very soul would never be the same.

Jessica Lee

#48. The worst stage was when one could tell she was still awake and almost alert, but she knew that nothing worked. Imprisoned. She was imprisoned. In a statue like the Sphinx. Looking out from the eyes. Her own mind, at that point, was as small and bewildered as a little fly. Behind great battlements.

M T Anderson

#49. The IMAX was dark when Shay awoke. She knew Ryan was beside her - even after only a day of being together, she could sense his body as a discrete element in the universe.

Dayna Lorentz

#50. As she put it, she knew of nothing so ravishing as having a child whom she could whip whenever she was in a bad mood.
("The Queen Fantasque")

Jean-Jacques Rousseau

#51. Her tragedy was that she always found men to save her. She never had to save herself. She never knew she could.

Louise Penny

#52. Love, she knew - where once she hadn't believed - could be quiet and sweet, and still hold the world.

J.D. Robb

#53. Sex was this primal connection like no magick she had ever known, even separated by a millimeter of latex. She knew that some combined the two and, while she could see how this would improve the magick, it would dilute the sex.

Thomm Quackenbush

#54. Could she fall so low? No, there were limits, and she believed she still knew where some of them were.

Katherine Anne Porter

#55. My mother knew if you bought a couple of really good architectural outfits and put your money into accessories, you could create a million different looks. She taught that to me, which I think was invaluable.

Iris Apfel

#56. She had this uncanny sense of seeing things the way they were instead of the way you'd want them to be, of knowing me better than I knew myself. She could sniff out the truth even if it hurt.

Mike Gayle

#57. Henrietta knew of the heart as an organ; she privately saw it covered in red plush and believed that it could not break, though it might tear.

Elizabeth Bowen

#58. Margarita was never short of money. She could buy whatever she liked. Her husband had plenty of interesting friends. Margarita never had to cook. Margarita knew nothing of the horrors of living in a shared flat. In short ... was she happy? Not for a moment.

Mikhail Bulgakov

#59. I'm calling this place the Tardis," she said, continuing to scan the different locations. "We're not calling it the Tardis," I said. Of course, if she knew what it could really do, I'd never change her mind.
"Why the hell not?" she asked.
"Copyright infringement.

H.D. Smith

#60. She wondered how to mourn the death of a son who wasn't dead. And yet the loss of separation made that easy. The idea of pain made pain, where she knew none could possibly truly exist.

Juliet Castle

#61. Israel knew that there was no greater gift than to be given God's name, but that gift was a frightening reality that threatened to consume her. Israel, who would be tempted by the idolatrous presumption she possessed God's name, rightly never forgot she could not say God's name.

Stanley Hauerwas

#62. After she could only marvel at the sight of her hands in the cuffs. So this was what love looked like? Now she knew.

Anonymous

#63. Because if there was one thing Cress knew about heroes, it was that they could not resist a damsel in distress.
And she was nothing if not in distress.

Marissa Meyer

#64. She wanted his strong, capable hands on her blody and those soft lips locked with hers. She wanted to be held tight and kissed until she could forget-if only for a few precious minutes-that her life as she knew it had evaporated in a cloud of smoke and flame and violence.

Melissa Cutler

#65. She couldn't hide from everyone for the rest of her life ... Well she could. That was the direction things were going. But she knew from long-ago experience that when you were uncertain and if you were courageous enough to let her in a real friend could do a world of good.

Ann Brashares

#66. She was fifteen and had access to the Internet; she already knew that the world is a cruel place if you're a girl. Her parents couldn't imagine that this could happen, but Maya simply hadn't expected it to happen to her.

Fredrik Backman

#67. She saw Valentine's eyes as the sword hurtled toward her; it seemed
like eons, though it could only have been a split second. She saw that he
could stop the blow if he wanted. Saw that he knew it might well strike her
if he didn't. Saw that he was going to do it anyway.

Cassandra Clare

#68. There was no easy switch that she could flip to stem the flow of feelings, no way to drain the memories that pooled like acid in her stomach because her heart no longer knew what to do with them.

Jodi Picoult

#69. A shot of dread hit Vincent in the chest. Something was wrong. He knew it. Leanne had never been late, ever. If she knew she was going to be, she would have called him. But there had been no phone call, so that meant she wasn't expecting to be late, which could

Kristopher Rufty

#70. He felt as if there was something - deep in his brain, behind everything he thought and everything he was - which he did not know, but she knew, and he wished he did, and wondered whether he could ever know it, and should he, if he could, and why he wished it.

Ayn Rand

#71. Okay," she drew out. "Let me rephrase that. Did you sleep with Sage yet?"
I blushed furiously.
She smacked my leg and exclaimed, "I knew it! I could smell it on you."
"You can smell it on me?"
She grinned. "When I was hugging you, yeah. Your chest smelled like cologne and man tongue.

Karina Halle

#72. But as he shook her hand and met those striking emerald eyes, he knew before he'd taken his sext breath that she was the one he could spend the rest of his life looking for but never find again.

Nicholas Sparks

#73. Grief she could not feel, for there had been too much bitterness between her mother and herself to leave in her heart any deep feeling of affection; and looking back on the girl she had been she knew that it was her mother who had made her what she was.

W. Somerset Maugham

#74. You could get used to anything if you had to. She knew that now.

Stephen King

#75. I knew the moment it happened, it was a miracle. I could have been kissing her when she threw up. It would have scarred me for life. I may never have recovered.

M. Night Shyamalan

#76. Still, Mrs Potts wasn't going to let the girl just leave - not if she could help it. And having lived with a stubborn individual for quite some time, she knew that sometimes the best way to make people do what they didn't want to do was to give them the chance to do it on their own terms.

Elizabeth Rudnick

#77. Blaise's creation, however, was not a myth. She - it - was an artificially created monster with potentially unlimited powers. For all they knew, it could destroy the world and every human being in it. And Blaise was attracted to it. The thought made Augusta so sick she thought she might throw up.

Dima Zales

#78. Rachel found herself wishing that the week would never end-that her father could stay here forever-but knew he couldn't. If there was one thing she had learned in her brief time at Kalaupapa, it was that all things end.

Alan Brennert

#79. She knew as well as anyone that the world could be a place of trial and sorrow, that there was injustice and suffering and heartlessness - there was enough of all that to fill the great Kalahari twice over, but what good did it do to ponder that and that alone? None, she thought.

Alexander McCall Smith

#80. Then her mind had wandered into a place she could not follow, taking with it all the people she knew, their names and connections, whether they still lived or whether they'd died. But her body lingered, shed of an inner being, empty as a cicada husk.

Ron Rash

#81. You know the part in Cinderella
when everyone goes to the ball
and she sits at home, crying?
It wasn't because her gown was ripped.
It was because she knew
she was an idiot
for thinking
she could grab a prince.

Kelly Bingham

#82. Cam knew that if she succeeded, it was going to destroy her, but she could worry about that later. All she had to do at the moment was cut her own heart out without letting the wound show too much; she'd have plenty of time to bleed after Alex had gone.

Jo Victor

#83. Be careful. . . ." And then she let go. For even she knew there was only so much one could do to protect a winter moth drawn to an icy flame.

Evelyn Skye

#84. Still, she eyed the pair. She knew better than to underestimate an opponent. Defeat lay along that path. There could be strengths to this pair that bore watching.

James Rollins

#85. I could not pity her, for I knew now what had become of her child, and she was better dead.

Bram Stoker

#86. It hit him in that moment in a way he knew he'd never forget that he could take that hand and she could lead him anywhere. Just tip up her lips, turn those eyes to him and hold out her hand and he'd go straight to hell with her and do it smiling.

Kristen Ashley

#87. September knew a number of curse words, most of which she heard the girls at school saying in the bathrooms, in hushed voices, as if the words could make things happen just by being spoken, as if they were fairy words, and had to be handled just so.

Catherynne M Valente

#88. He knew she wasn't the simple servant she pretended to be. She was too clever, too smart. She could keep pace with him - something Lucien didn't have the stamina for.

K.M. Shea

#89. You and me," I said,"we both got the same kind of hurt inside us."
She nodded, and suddenly, just like that, I knew I could trust her with my life.

Diane Chamberlain

#90. It always looked to me like she was smiling. In fact, I know she was. Lots if things smile, like a flower to the sun. And one thing sure. I knew that just like I could smile to see Pinky, she sure could smile to see me.

Robert Newton Peck

#91. She could no longer remember what Ambrose looked like, or smelled like, or was like. All she knew was Cassius Clayton McLinn. All she wanted began and ended with him.

Laura Frantz

#92. She now knew that the death she feared might not be a physical one, that it could be death of the will, the soul, the mind, the laws, and thus not death, but a perpetual dying.

Joanne Greenberg

#93. She was wearing an old summer dress as a nightgown, but in the mornings it could work as a dress again, if you just tossed a cardigan over it and put on shoes. In this risky manner, she knew, insanity could encroach.

Lorrie Moore

#94. Peace ... Henrietta was not quite sure what it was but she knew it was very important. If one wanted it, Grandfather had told her once, one must not hit back when fate hit hard but must allow the hammer-strokes to batter out a hollow place inside one into which peace, like cool water, could flow.

Elizabeth Goudge

#95. She knew that shadows could be dangerous. They could have teeth.

Stephen King

#96. But how could she trust herself to keep her footing? She knew the strength of the opposing impulses-she could feel the countless hands of habit dragging her back into some fresh compromise with fate.

Edith Wharton

#97. She never knew where he was, in what city or on what continent, the day after she had seen him. He always came to her unexpectedly - and she liked it, because it made him a continuous presence in her life, like the ray of a hidden light that could hit her at any moment.

Ayn Rand

#98. This director could say many things about duty, and self-respect, and dignity, but she knew none of these meant much in the post-modern world.

B. Barmanbek

#99. She knew better than to lose her head over a man. That was what was so humiliating: she knew better. Three broken engagements had taught her that a woman needed to keep her wits about her when dealing with the male species, or she could get seriously hurt.

Linda Howard

#100. He only knew that she had him so aroused he felt like he could fuck a hole through a concrete wall.

Evangeline Anderson