Top 100 She Stood Quotes
#1. A Seth Thomas steeple clock stood on a high shelf. When it struck ten, Grandma jerked awake. She looked around the room astonished. It was her belief that she never slept, not even in bed.
Richard Peck
#2. She stood by the tea-table in a light-coloured muslin gown, which had a good deal of pink about it. She looked as if she was not attending to the conversation, but solely busy with the tea-cups, among which her round ivory hands moved with pretty, noiseless, daintiness.
Elizabeth Gaskell
#3. I do know that when my children are older and telling their own children about their grandmother, they will be able to say that she stood in the storm ... and when the wind did not blow her way - - and it surely has not - - she adjusted her sails.
Elizabeth Edwards
#4. All to prove to her I'm not lying and I'm not sleeping around on her. She's a vagina with arms, and legs, and two faces. Do you know what it's like to have your penis ridden by a two-hundred thirty pound woman?" He stood now, looking traumatized.
Lucian Bane
#5. Many years ago I remember a famous actress explaining to me with perfect seriousness that before making an entrance she always stood aside to allow God to go on first. I can also remember that on that particular occasion He gave a singularly uninspired performance.
Noel Coward
#6. She was another world to me; she and the regular world stood side by side and made two worlds. I loved them both.
Jim Woodring
#7. Manon told herself it was for an alliance. Told herself it was for show.
But all she could see was the unconditional love in that dying wyvern's eyes as she unbuckled her harness, stood from the saddle, and leapt off Abraxos.
Sarah J. Maas
#8. For a full two hours, he stood at that door, a cloud of uncertainty ruling his mind. Damian felt like his heart was about to burst. Could she love him? Was it really true?
Elaine White
#9. There she stood. Dark circles ringed her eyes. Her face was pale, almost snow-white. She probably hadn't slept, either. She was still wearing the same dress. Her hair looked like a bomb had gone off. She was beautiful.
Daniel Ehrenhaft
#10. He caught his breath, not because of her bedraggled appearance, but rather because of the way she stood, so straight and tall. Courageous.
Jan Moran
#11. She stood in the storm, and when the wind did not blow her way, she adjusted her sails.
Elizabeth Edwards
#12. Harry and Ron both made furious moves toward Malfoy, but Hermione got there first - SMACK! She had slapped Malfoy across the face with all the strength she could muster. Malfoy staggered. Harry, Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle stood flabbergasted as Hermione raised her hand again.
J.K. Rowling
#13. Goodbye, Lord Rohan," she said. The door to Lina's house stood open, the footman waitig patiently. "I don't expect we'll see each other again."
His smile was slow, mocking, irresistibly devilish. "Would you care to wager on that, my love?
Anne Stuart
#14. Fitz yawned, and she patted Mr. Snuggles on the head as she stood to leave. He mumbled something, the words too sleepy to be coherent. But Sophie could've sworn he'd said, Miss you.
Shannon Messenger
#15. Cold wind swept around her and when she looked down, her feet stood on rocks. The night sky was filled with stars.
T.L. Brown
#16. Don't know how many minutes I stood there. It was precisely the comfort she seemed to need this night. If only she had known to ask, or I to give, we could've done away with the blindfold ... Thank God for the blindfold. She
Abraham Verghese
#17. She said I could have a seat on the couch if I wanted to, but I told her I didn't believe in leather, so I stood.
Jonathan Safran Foer
#18. I clicked on the link, which showed a picture of a reed-thin blond woman with an artfully tousled chignon smiling as she stood
Jojo Moyes
#19. The ship began moving. And Chaol - the man she hated and loved so much that she could hardly think around him - just stood there, watching her go.
Sarah J. Maas
#20. What is fear?" she breathed. 'Fear is nothing. Fear is illusion. Pass through its fire. Truth lies at its core. What it Truth?" She stood up, feeling calmer and glared up at the sinking sun. "I am Truth," she whispered fiercely.
J.D. Lakey
#21. In another place, in another time, she would have felt the majesty of the beauty around her, but as she stood on the beach, she realized that she didn't feel anything at all. In a way, she felt as if she weren't really here, as if the whole thing was nothing but a dream.
Nicholas Sparks
#22. Veins stood out in her temples as she struggled against her silence. No one noticed. Those words had already been used up, spent, thrown out into the atmosphere to dissipate without effect.
Danielle Ste. Just
#23. He stood back then stripped off his shirt. She let out a gasp then hesitantly put her hand out before pulling back. He took her hand in his then put her palm over his heart.
It's okay, you can touch. You can do anything you want.
Carrie Ann Ryan
#24. She stood upon a continent of ice, which sparkled between sea and sky, endless and dazzling, as though the world kept all its treasure there; a scale which balanced poetry and prayer.
Carol Ann Duffy
#25. Rowan stood with his queen in the rain, breathing in her scent, and let her steal his warmth for as long as she needed.
Sarah J. Maas
#26. In times when nothing stood / but worsened, or grew strange / there was one constant good: / she did not change.
Philip Larkin
#27. There had been a time in Godfrey's life when, had she stood before him in all her splendor, he would have turned from her, because of her history, with a sad disgust. Was he less pure now? He was more pure, for he was humbler.
George MacDonald
#28. Arms folded across his muscled chest, Lachlan stood way too close to her.
"Did you get tired of fighting?" she asked with a hint of a smile.
"I'm a lover, not a fighter.
Terry Spear
#29. He pulled her toward him and gathered her in his arms as his hand lovingly cradled the back of her neck. She stopped breathing as he leaned down - ohmigod, the Adonis was about to kiss her - and planted the softest, most sensual kiss on her lips.
Time stood still on the busy Chicago street.
Jennifer Lane
#30. Part of her felt like she should take Wolf's hand, but the most intimate contact she'd ever had with him before was the occasional friendly punch to the jaw. It wouldn't have felt natural, so instead she stood just within arm's reach, her hands fisted in her pocket.
Marissa Meyer
#31. She stood by the fireplace talking in that beautiful voice which made everything she said sound like a caress.
Virginia Woolf
#32. Julian thought he could have stood his lot better if she had been selfish, if she had been an old hag who drank and screamed at him. He walked along, saturated in depression, as if in the midst of his martyrdom he had lost his faith.
Flannery O'Connor
#34. Without a word, Carolyn held him ... for a long, long time. Then, presently, she stood up, took hold of his hand and led him back to her bed, where she proceeded to put him back together again, piece by piece.
Linda Lael Miller
#35. I love watching the old movies. I love Katharine Hepburn. I just adore her and everything that she stood for. I find it interesting watching the likes of Gene Tierney and those classic movies of the '40s.
Natalie Dormer
#36. When I was younger, I actually had a ghost face mask, and I stood in my sister's room in the corner for, like, half an hour until she saw in the reflection, me behind her, and she freaked out and started slapping me.
Rory Culkin
#37. There she stood, frightened, yet brave, not letting go her hold on what she meant to do, even when things seemed to be most against her.
Elizabeth Gaskell
#38. In her red dress and black boots, she stood straight and tall, blue eyes flashing with righteous fury, breasts rising and falling rapidly. Se had never looked more beautiful.
Trinity Faegen
#39. I stood there watching Phoebe arrange the pillows and the sheets. She isn't thinking that I ... I mean, she doesn't think that she and I would ... WHAT?
James Patterson
#40. She turned back to the dude who stood with arms crossed over his broad chest, radiating impatience and hostility. Sexy as hell. She was tired from lack of sleep, exhilarated by the thought of what the day might bring, but she sure as heck wasn't blind.
Toni Anderson
#41. The effects of her words stung me, and after she stole away I stood a long while before her looking glass, studying my profile, the line I cut in this world of men and ladies.
Patrick DeWitt
#42. As she stood in the darkened room and watched my sister and father, I knew one of things that heaven meant. I had a choice, and it was not to divide my family in my heart.
Alice Sebold
#43. She licked cinnamon sugar off her fingers, sun-heavy and happy, the type of happiness that before might have felt ordinary, but now seemed fragile, like if she stood too quickly, it might slide off her shoulders and break.
Brit Bennett
#44. I'm sorry. Let me help you with those." I stood up quickly
and began to pick up the books she was carrying; she just sat
there rubbing her head.
"Are you okay?" I asked worriedly. I really hoped I didn't give
her a concussion; believe me, not the first time.
Sophie Wilkinson
#45. When she had gone upstairs, he walked to a window and stood looking up at the sky. His head thrown back, he felt the pull of his throat muscles and he wondered whether the peculiar solemnity of looking at the sky comes, not from what one contemplates, but from that uplift of one's head.
Ayn Rand
#46. On the front porch where she had come to weigh them quietly with her eyes, her quietness a condemnation, the woman stood motionless.
Ray Bradbury
#47. Kaitlyn is that kind of girl that might be too interesting, might tempt you to get involved ... A girl who challenged him, who could be my equal ... Her mind was a place of blue pools and blazing meteors ... She stood slim and proud as some medival witch princess against dawn.
-Gabriel
L.J.Smith
#48. You're like this frosting." She swiped another swirl of it on her finger, stood and leaned forward to touch it to his bottom lip. "Pretty, momentarily pleasurable, but with no real substance or sustenance.
Tracey Alvarez
#49. The car was some kind of Porsche and the door stood open and beckoning, like a gold embossed invitation to sin
If she could survive a ride with angel-lips in his penis car then surely she'd be immune to him in any situation?
Amy Andrews
#50. Lynx stood and raced to the camp. "Attend to our injured!" She unsheathed a machete and made for Hare's killer.
Heron grabbed her wrist. "Wait. He's still conscious."
"Then he will feel my machete," she replied, voice like ice.
Gwynn White
#51. Blessing still wanted to fight, but Lyric stood in between them with her gun pointed at Ty. She was tired of all the drama and just wanted him to leave her the hell alone. Ty
Mesha Mesh
#53. Because she's Acheron companion. (Astrid) Ash has a companion? (Zarek) (The demon snorted. She stood up and whispered loudly in Astrid's ear.) Dark-Hunters are cute, but very stupid. (Simi)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#54. She stood in front of him with January in her hair and he was lost.
Fredrik Backman
#55. Yeah," he said. They stood awkwardly for a while, then Sam said, "I don't want to sound weird, but you know I love you, right?"
"Love you, too, Sam."
Sam made a move as if to hug her, but stopped himself.
She smiled. "Yeah, we're not the huggy type, are we?
Michael Grant
#56. She stood like a knight in a painting, her head bowed and her sword at her side, blood spattering her gear, her hair half-torn out of its bindings, floating down around her.
Cassandra Clare
#57. Her friends say she is very funny. At a family dinner, she stood to go, and the footman very properly pulled her chair away. At that moment I asked her a question and she sat down again, except there was no chair. Everyone, including the Queen, laughed and laughed.
Prince Andrew
#58. She is wrong, you know. What you do is important. You save people," I told him, pressing my lips to the half-moon scar high upon his cheekbone. "You saved me." His arm tightened about my waist and we stood for a long moment, wrapped in each other.
Deanna Raybourn
#59. The girl stopped and looked as if she might pull back in surprise, but instead stood regarding Montag with eyes so dark and shining and alive, that he felt he had said something quite wonderful. But he knew his his mouth had only moved to say hello,
Ray Bradbury
#60. And out of his heaviness there stood out strangely but one clear thought and it was a pain to him, and it was this, that he wished he had not taken the two pearls from O-lan that day when she was washing his clothes at the pool, and he would never bear to see Lotus put them in her ears again.
Pearl S. Buck
#61. She wore her scars, and looked as best as she could. He made her comfortable and removed them one by one. She stood bare in front of him. He kissed her naked soul and tattooed a promise on her skin
Himanshu Chhabra
#62. Sometimes it was hard to know where you stood with Lana. She was too busy protecting herself. If you weren't persistent, she never let you in.
Jen Frederick
#63. As she removed the key, he stood close enough that she felt his breath on her ear. "Do you have something of value in there, or are you making certain I know you have a lock?
Cate Rowan
#64. No matter where she stood, she was in the center of the room.
Patrick Rothfuss
#65. When I first saw her, she stood out in vivid, living color while the world around her turned to grayscale.
Lori Perkins
#66. In the heyday of the Oscars, there were electric sparks flying. When Cher went in her fabulous Bob Mackie dress and her Mohawk, and Bjoerk with her swan dress. Then we thought it was bad taste; now I think it should have been the best dress because she stood out.
Andre Leon Talley
#67. She stood and showed off her knee-high boots. Very Kalinda Sharma,
Sylvia Day
#68. She went to the open door and stood in it and looked out among the tomato vines and "jimpson" weeds that constituted the garden. No Tom. So she lifted up her voice at an angle calculated for distance and shouted:
Mark Twain
#69. Park stood up when she got to their row, and as soon as she sat down, he took her hand and kissed it. It happened so fast, she didn't have time to die of ecstasy or embarrassment.
Rainbow Rowell
#70. Desdemona, mourning her parents, was still imprisoned by the past. And so she stood on the mountain, looking down at the emancipated city, and felt cheated by her ability to feel happy by everybody else.
Jeffrey Eugenides
#71. What is today?"
"Thursday."
"Thursday." She stood up. "My God," she said, and sat down again with a moan. "It's too gruesome.
Truman Capote
#72. She'd stood by that creed. No softness, because the world wasn't soft; lots of laughter, because if you were in on the joke, the joke couldn't be on you; And no wanting what you couldn't take, because the world never gave.
Or so she'd thought.
Connie Brockway
#73. I don't think I will get married," Polly said as she stood up. "I'm going to train to be a hero instead.
Diana Wynne Jones
#74. Mackenzie flinched. Struggling to breathe, she stood up and walked over to the table.
Yawatta Hosby
#75. And she called him a stranger. Whose name still echoed in her mind like a war cry. Who had seen each bit of her naked soul and knew how scarred her soul is. Whose reflection still stood, smiling at her every time she stood in front of the mirror.
Akshay Vasu
#76. Because," he said quietly as she stood up, "until you walked into it, this was an ordinary garden."
Puzzled, Elizabeth tipped her head. "What is it now?"
"Heaven.
Judith McNaught
#77. My grandfather stood beside me and looked across the street, too. "No, Bryce," he said softly. "She's the same as she's always been; you're the one who's changed." He clapped his hand on my shoulder and whispered, "And son, from here on out, you'll never be the same again.
Wendelin Van Draanen
#78. Guido: She wasn't like any other woman. Stood by me 100%, uncomplaining as a tree.
Roslyn: Maybe that's what killed her.
Arthur Miller
#79. Moments, Liesel stood. The corridor was huge. She examined the soldier in her palm. Instinct told her to run home immediately, but common sense did not allow it. Instead, she placed the ragged soldier in her pocket and returned to the classroom.
Markus Zusak
#80. Darius squared his shoulders, wishing he had something other than his handkerchief to keep his hands occupied while she stood this close, looking so angry and at the same time as wildly beautiful, dangerous, and breathtaking as a thunderstorm at sea. A face to sink a thousand ships...
Jayne Fresina
#81. He stood there tall and dashing, peering down at her with a set of mesmerizing sapphire eyes. It wasn't the eyes that had her sex-drive squealing into overdrive; it was that ... hair. Now, Tarrah had never really been into redheads before, but damn, she sure as hell would be willing to convert.
Victoria H. Smith
#82. "Whatever," she said, rolling her eyes. "What do you need?"
"You."
I loved how her face glowed. She stood up on her tiptoes and gave me a quick peck on the lips.
Katie McGarry
#83. She still weighed only forty kilos and stood one metre twenty-four centimetres tall.
Stieg Larsson
#84. She stood there before them, in all the unconscious insolence of beauty, and
Emmuska Orczy
#85. she was opposed to books on strict moral grounds, since she had heard that many of them were written by dead people and therefore it stood to reason reading them would be as bad as necromancy.
Terry Pratchett
#86. When the demon was muscling for action she was like the princess in the fairy tale from whose mouth toads fell. The small part of her which remained outside the dominion of her temper stood aghast but inefficient as one after the other the reptiles showered forth.
Elizabeth Goudge
#87. Miserably disturbed!' that is not strong enough. He was haunted by the remembrance of the handsome young man, with whom she stood in an attitude of such familiar confidence; and the remembrance shot through him like an agony, till it made him clench his hands tight in order to subdue the pain.
Elizabeth Gaskell
#88. Molly stood up. You made an error! She felt like saying. A bad throw. So what? It's a baseball game. A game. Who really cares? A bad throw? In the great scheme of things? A bad throw? Of course she didn't say that. She understood that your own errors always feel tragic.
Mick Cochrane
#89. I do apologize for writing by hand - and so badly. I shall soon be like Helen Thomas, notoriously illegible. In her last letter only two words stood out plain: 'Blood pressure.' Subsequent research demonstrated that what she had actually written was 'Beloved friends.
Sylvia Townsend Warner
#90. There he saw a woman. He recognised her. She smiled. His heart stood still. Aliena
Ken Follett
#91. She stood before him fully clothed yet gloriously naked. He saw the universe through her and began to give praise!
Sanjo Jendayi
#92. I grew up in a highly political home. My mother was the co-chair of the 300 Group, an organisation whose aim was to get more women MPs into parliament, and she herself stood in the 1987 election, the year before she died.
Noreena Hertz
#93. Comfort came in and stood with an appearance of guilt and shame.
Her head bent, her eyes soaked with tears, her hands and legs, vibrating like a guiter string as perspiration covered her entire body, she felt like disappearing into the thin air, maybe to another mind creating world.
Michael Bassey Johnson
#94. Man, I didn't think I stood a chance. I mean, she was way out of my league.she still is.
Tim McGraw
#95. His mother stood before him like a monument. He saw her great outline through the blur of his weakness and his passion. She made no movement at all.
Mervyn Peake
#96. A mandarin fell in love with a courtesan. 'I shall be yours,' she told him, 'when you have spent a hundred nights waiting for me, sitting on a stool, in my garden, beneath my window.' But on the ninety-ninth night, the mandarin stood up, put his stool under his arm, and went away.
Roland Barthes
#97. That she had somehowtaken the initiative to learn my name should have struck me a then, but it did not. Instead, as she stood on the street with the rain coming down and mascara running onto her cheeks, all I could think was tah I'd never seen anyone more beautiful.
Nicholas Sparks
#98. Avery had sixth and seventh and eighth senses and could tell more from the way someone stood or said "see you later" than Mel could if she stole the person's diary and read it cover to cover.
Maureen Johnson
#99. She knew where she stood, when she stood among books.
M.R. Graham
#100. She watched him recede into the past as he stood ... each successive moment of him passing before her eyes and being lost forever.
Salman Rushdie
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