Top 100 She Lived Quotes
#1. DeLois lived up the block on 142nd Street and never had her hair done, and all the neighbourhood women sucked their teeth as she walked by. Her crispy hair twinkled in the summer sun as her big proud stomach moved her on down the block while I watched, not caring whether or not she was a poem.
Audre Lorde
#2. She was proud of her power of prophecy, though she had not yet lived to see any of her prophecies fulfilled.
Graham Greene
#3. At night the sky was very near, sprawled in star smoke and gamma cataclysms, but she didn't see it the way she used to, as soul extension, dumb guttural wonder, a thing that lived outside language in the oldest part of her.
Don DeLillo
#4. The fact was, however, that she was always dreaming and thinking odd things and could not herself remember any time when she had not been thinking things about grown up people and the world they belonged to. She felt as if she had lived a long, long time.
Frances Hodgson Burnett
#5. - and there, on the table under her bedroom window, lies the voice that has set her dreaming again. Fragments of a life lived a long, long time ago. Across a hundred years the woman's voice speaks to her - so clearly that she cannot believe it is not possible to pick up her pen and answer.
Ahdaf Soueif
#6. I have lived with extraordinary women, whether it was my grandmother, my mother. My father passed away when I was 16 ... I was witness to a woman who single handedly brought up the entire family and managed to do everything ... She was an extraordinary role model for me.
Christine Lagarde
#7. She rode at the head of a shining line of black limos like the head raven in a convocation of black birds. Her husband had moved people, and, in so moving, had become their Lancelot Satterwhite, too. Something of him lived in them, was not hers, was now theirs.
Lauren Groff
#8. The trouble with living alone, she had discovered-and the reason why most people she knew didn't like to be alone even for a little while-was that the longer you lived alone, the louder the voices on the right side of your brain got.
Stephen King
#9. I can't compare the lives I could have lived. One would have been comfort and security. But the other ... " She sighs. "It was the most love and the most pain and the most wonder I could have ever known.
Carrie Ryan
#10. The hours ahead, like all her nights with him, would be added, she thought, to that savings account of one's life where moments of time are stored in the pride of having been lived.
Ayn Rand
#11. she lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with the way the waves collapsed against her cheeks.
Christopher Poindexter
#12. So Aunt Jillian quit her job and hitched her wagon to Brant. Lived off food stamps and her savings account in a spare bedroom at Brant's house for two years. Then she brokered their first deal and all of the Sharps moved their bank account decimals seven places to the right.
Alessandra Torre
#13. When Constance was born, Aunt Glo named her after the dormitory she lived in at college: Constance Hall.
Sheri Reynolds
#14. Aunt Rosa, a fussy, angular, wild-eyed old lady, who had lived in a tremulous world of bad news, bankruptcies, train accidents, cancerous growths - until the Germans put her to death, together with all the people she had worried about.
Vladimir Nabokov
#15. I have lived through worse, she thought, and she said it aloud, bit through the words: "I've survived worse than you."
"You have," Raine gasped, and he made to roll her again.
Kameron Hurley
#16. I grew up spending time at my grandmother's farm in Germany and she lived a few kilometers away from the border between east and west Germany. It was so strange that roads which used to connect two towns now ended in the middle.
Matthea Harvey
#17. She had never had a friend like this, in her private room, combing her hair, listening to her, talking about silly nonsense and the uselessness of one's parents; how the future was perfect, because they hadn't lived it yet.
Jessie Burton
#18. Raining radiation on this ozone-deprived planet. The only thing she ever longed for was short-lived love.
Ellen Hopkins
#19. Echo lived her life according to two rules, the first of which was simple: don't get caught.
........ Some rules it would seam were meant to be broken..........
Rule number two, Echo thought snagging a pork bun from a food stall as she sailed past it. If you do get caught, run.
Melissa Grey
#20. He wanted her the rest of his life, and failing that, he wanted permission to walk along beside her while she lived it.
William Gay
#21. Without him, [Nate] she was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into bottomless darkness ...
Cassandra Clare
#22. If it weren't for the animals waiting for her, she wouldn't bother getting out of bed. Then, room service was a little lacking when you lived alone.
Dale Mayer
#23. When my wife's Aunt Caroline was in her nineties, she lived with us, and she once remarked: 'Remembrance is sufficient of the beauty we have seen.' I cherish the remembrance of the beauty I have seen. I cherish the grave, compulsive word.
E.B. White
#24. An invisible fire scorched the bottoms of her hands, the feel reminding her of raw energy and stealth, and she tried to jerk away, unable to do so because the man held her in place. He would surely kill her now. No one touched a lion and lived to tell about it.
Destiny Booze
#25. She who does not make the world better for having lived in it has failed to be all that woman should be.
Karen Andreola
#26. She had lived her whole life on shifting quicksand, where reason and the intellect were not to be trusted, where only faith was valid, and blind faith was sacred. She, herself, had enforced mindless conformity to that empty evil.
Terry Goodkind
#27. It would be nice to report she lived happily ever after till the end of her days. But such cheap, cop-out one-liners belong to other uncomplicated fairy tales.
Jennifer Silverwood
#28. My mother was the sweetest lady who ever lived on this planet, but if you tried to tell her that Jesus wasn't a Christian, she would stomp you to death.
Dick Gregory
#29. Her most recent birthday. She'd just turned thirteen. But not last December - December 17, 1941, the last day she had lived in New Orleans.
Rick Riordan
#30. Christine did not live, or love, as most people do. She lived boundlessly, as generous as she could be cruel, prepared to give her life at any moment for a worthy cause, but rarely sparing a thought for the many casualties that fell in her wake.
Clare Mulley
#31. Unspoken questions shine from her eyes, but I don't have the answers she wants to hear. All I have is the truth, the why, and it's ugly. She might've thought she liked it dirty, but she doesn't know dirty. She can't know it, unless she has lived it. Unless she is it.
J.M. Darhower
#32. Once upon a time, my mother lived in the posh downtown of Homs, Syria. She described my grandfather as a king in a storybook, atop a horse, wearing a didashah and pointing a long arm.
Mona Simpson
#33. How come she has more crap here now than when she lived with me? their father grumbled as he came down one morning.
Debra Anastasia
#35. It was the comfort of knowing that she was not quite so strange, that there were other people who found delight in private challenges and quiet lives. People who lived in their thoughts as much as in the real, physical world.
Daphne Kalotay
#36. I know there was nothing anyone could do. But they were taking away an 86-year-old grandmother to a horrible death, and the village where she had lived all her life, where everybody loved her, had just looked on. The only thing that anyone had had to say was, 'Mrs. Bloch, don't be afraid ...
Heda Margolius Kovaly
#37. She lived in fear of ifonic endings. (91)
Anne Lamott
#38. Like a wolf, she lived by instinct.
Nikki Rowe
#39. If she picked Roland over you, that makes her the greatest fool who ever lived.
Sarah J. Maas
#40. Neither my sisters, who were nowhere near, nor I knew depression; we knew bad mood. We didn't know drinking as disease, but as character flaw. Weakness. We didn't know "dysfunctional," but we lived it. We knew that if you were miserable, you brought it on yourself. She taught us.
Frances Mayes
#41. It was a life, she eventually concluded, that had been lived in the middle ground, where contentment and love were found in the smallest details of people's lives. It was a life of dignity and honor, not without sorrows yet fulfilling in a way that few experiences ever were.
Nicholas Sparks
#42. Every time, Love pushed down the door where her loneliness lived. The Music came and sealed the chamber of her heart. She was filled with clear sweetness that was there from the start.
David Paul Kirkpatrick
#43. Without a use this shining woman lived - Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.
William Blake
#44. At our age, surely there are better things to sustain us, to sustain a marriage, than the brief flame of passion?" ... "You are mistaken, Ernest," she said at last. "There is only the passionate spark. Without it, two people living together may be lonelier than if they lived quite alone.
Helen Simonson
#45. She lived in a sort of ramshackle magnificence.
William Joyce
#46. My mother lived till she was 95 and never had a line on her face or a frown line. She was beautiful.
Jaclyn Smith
#47. My mom was always like, "If I know that my kid is having fun, she's gonna do whatever she wants. Whether that's gymnastics, learning the car, acting or just being a normal kid, she's gonna do what makes her happy." That's how I've always lived my life.
Chloe Grace Moretz
#48. I mean, without the antagonist, there would be no story! It'd be like: 'Once upon a time there was a girl who wanted to be loved, so she met a prince and got married and lived Happily Ever After, The End'? That's not a story; that's a bumper sticker.
Shannon Hale
#49. Athena always lived between two worlds: what she felt was true and what she as been taught by her faith.
Paulo Coelho
#50. She sat there, with her feet in the water, not doing a thing, and all I could think was that this woman had changed my life. She'd changed the very universe I lived in - not by her actions or words, but with the curl of her lips as she smiled and the light in her eyes when she gazed upon mine.
Helen Cooper
#51. I had the impression that her place was near mine, but even by bus it took about twenty minutes. She lived alone in an apartment house, square and white like a block of tofu, on the edge of town.
Banana Yoshimoto
#52. When I gave up law to go into real estate, my mother said, 'How can you give up the law?' But she lived long enough to see the Bulls win all six championships. She would wear all six pendants at the same time. She could barely stand up.
Jerry Reinsdorf
#53. I was a child, and in 1942, I was evacuated to the Cotswolds with my mother, who was a teacher - she went with her school. I lived in one house in the village, and my mother was in the vicarage.
Ruth Rendell
#54. Growing ever smaller in the distance. Carrying that pain and sadness back with her to the lair where it, and she, lived.
James Sallis
#55. People lived their lives, carelessly dropping information as if it were trash. The writer moved behind them like a ragpicker. She cleaned and separated their garbage, culled and collected it.
Nell Freudenberger
#56. She lived in happy solitude, and grew old, and never worried when her beauty faded, for in her reflection she always saw a free woman.
Leigh Bardugo
#57. Standing beside Gray in the Fellowship Hall, we watched Grandma Miriam do her socializing exactly like she did last Sunday (and I enjoyed watching it). This proved what Gray had told me that she was born in Mustang and lived her whole life there seeing as she knew every single person in that church.
Kristen Ashley
#58. An introverted person obviously affected by her past. Lived alone, had no sex life, had difficulty getting close to people. Kept her distance, and when she let loose there was no restraint. She chose a stranger for a lover.
Stieg Larsson
#59. You've said before, Ms. Nicolson, that your mother was a strong woman. She lived through the war,
Kate Morton
#60. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don't want to die.
Sylvia Plath
#61. The witch was as old as the mulberry tree
She lived in the house of a hundred clocks
She sold storms and sorrows and calmed the sea
And she kept her life in a box.
Neil Gaiman
#62. When she was little they had lived in an old farmhouse too, in the middle of nothing of but landscape.
Kate Atkinson
#63. After watching the house for a few days, she had concluded that the magician lived alone, but you never knew if someone had a secret lover stashed away. Or a very loud pet. That time with the peacock, for instance. Noisy birds, peacocks.
Yoon Ha Lee
#64. He was a professional athlete and coach, a Ferrari who lived his life in the fast lane. She was a girl-next-door kind of girl, closer to a golf cart than a sports car.
Emily March
#65. They had lived and known glory, and then they were ddead. She was alive and they were not, and nothing but a heartbeat separated her from them
Rosie Thomas
#66. Well, unfortunately, my father passed away before my first book was published, so he never lived to see me as an author. But I think my mum was suitably pleased because she was mad about words. If she ever came across a word that she didn't know, she would always look it up in the dictionary.
Geraldine McCaughrean
#67. Mother Nature is always speaking. She speaks in a language understood within the peaceful mind of the sincere observer. Leopards, cobras, monkeys, rivers and trees; they all served as my teachers when I lived as a wanderer in the Himalayan foothills.
Radhanath Swami
#68. She told me once she envied the women who lived back in the good old days who only had to worry about Indians and mountain lions killing their husbands. Something about those things being beyond a wife's control.
Tawni O'Dell
#69. A woman said to me, 'You're better than your successor.' She then said she's lived under 10 prime ministers, and each was worse than the last. That put me in my place.
Gordon Brown
#70. Such meticulousness was touching, as though Maggie poured into the house all the tenderness that was rebuffed by those she lived with.
Victoria Clayton
#71. 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
#72. With fashion, my mother was an icon, but she never lived it in the sense that she was never obsessed with fashion. When I was a young girl, my sister wasn't doing fashion, so I started fashion thinking, 'I'm going to do something that they haven't done yet.' That was my silly scheme at the time.
Lou Doillon
#73. In memory, she lived and moved and laughed, but all that a photograph could offer was one frozen moment of a life.
Dean Koontz
#74. Quick, nervy and jumpy -yet to the children she was as constant as a staff, a tree that can be counted on not to pull up its root and shift in the night. She was the tree that grew in the centre of their lives and in whose shade they lived.
Anita Desai
#75. She lived because she had been willing to die, and her conviction in herself never wavered.
V. Lakshman
#76. Imminent death didn't terrify her as much as did the prospect of having lived a life in perpetual retreat, a life that would amount now to so much less than she'd ever hoped, ...
Dean Koontz
#77. My best friend - her name was Helena - lived in that house. Sometimes I used to spend the night with her. But more often she came to my house, on weekends. It was more fun to be in the country.
Lois Lowry
#78. Jo Lane had in fact lived there for five years until she moved on. "Where did she go?" I asked innocently, not getting it. "I'm so sorry to be the one telling you this, but Jo passed last winter," the young nurse said. "She died," she added, probably because of my dazed look.
Cat Patrick
#79. You do realize, that if you actually dated her, saw her on a regular basis, lived with her, that she would find some fault with you, right? That she would find some things about you that drove her crazy. That she'd make demands of you that you wouldn't like. That she'd get angry at you?
Gillian Flynn
#80. There were two kinds of monsters, the kind that hunted the streets and the kind that lived in your head. She could fight the first, but the second was more dangerous. It was always, always, always a step ahead.
Victoria Schwab
#81. But she wondered if, in moving outside of the natural flow of time, they had forgotten the most crucial point of life - that it wasn't meant to be lived for the past, or even the future, but for each present moment.
Alexandra Bracken
#82. She looked up at the whirling effulgent cloud, and thought, I brought down the fire from heaven; I have lived with glory. A thunderbolt struck from the sky and all was gone.
Mary Renault
#83. 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
#84. Because neither she nor Port had ever lived a life of any kind of regularity, they had both made the fatal error of coming hazily to regard time as non-existent. One year was like another year. Eventually everything would happen.
Paul Bowles
#85. Why hope to live a long life if we're only going to fill it with self-absorption, body maintenance and image repair? When we die, do we want people to exclaim 'She looked ten years younger,' or do we want them to say 'She lived a great life'?
Letty Cottin Pogrebin
#86. 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
#87. little treasure as I can," Chloe's nanny said, closing the front door behind her. Dottie's children and three grandbabies lived in Alabama, so she didn't see them as often as she'd like. It was inevitable and only a matter of time before
JoAnn Durgin
#88. How do you tell an optimist that he or she has lived a happy life by mistake?
Robert Breault
#89. A novelist has two lives
a reading and writing life, and a lived life. he or she cannot be understood at all apart from this.
Jane Smiley
#90. I remember, my mom, she's lived in Spain for about thirty years, and we were playing the Royal Albert Hall, and she was with some friends from New York. Morrissey came out with the sign 'The Queen is Dead,' and my mom's friends are like, 'Oh my God.' They took it literally.
Andy Rourke
#91. My mother's father drank and her mother was an unhappy, neurotic woman, and I think she has lived all her life afraid of anyone who drinks for fear something like that might happen to her.
John Hurt
#92. She meant you have to live a story for a time.'
'And?'
'And then you can write it, in time. What have you lived?'
'Kind of a personal question for Twitterland.'
'Kind of the perfect question to answer in fiction.
L.L. Barkat
#93. The more I lived with Jan, the more I loved her, the more I made her miserable. It was a vicious cycle (page 209) ... ... The more I loved her the more I hated her. And the more she loved me, the more I harmed myself (page 269).
Marvin Gaye
#94. There was an old lady who lived in a shoe. She had so many kids ... her uterus fell out!
Andrew Dice Clay
#95. Why can't life always be lived under the stars,' she said, 'with great music and family and friends?
Jan Karon
#96. For a woman who lived in the dark it was enough if she had a faint, white face -a full body was unnecessary.
Jun'ichiro Tanizaki
#97. For a girl who often felt like she lived more in the cozy world of books than in the unforgiving world of the playground, a book of books was the richest journal imaginable; it showed a version of myself I recognized and felt represented me. Over
Pamela Paul
#98. She was seeing the other side of the tragedy, the world that lived, for now, only in the hopeful hearts of those who, though not seeing, saw.
S.D. Smith
#99. 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
#100. I think she must have lived where all the sad poets live, in that secret place where everything hurts all the time.
Ross Thomas
