She Stood Quotes

#1. 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

#2. Dragons die." She stood on her toes to kiss him lightly on an unshaven cheek. "But so do dragonslayers.

George R R Martin

#3. Alma Belasco had caught her attention. She stood

Isabel Allende

#4. She stood in the mirror portrait very near Margaret, close next to her, good as a mother or a friend.

Ida Hattemer-Higgins

#5. Everyone wants to be immortal. Few are. Margaret Thatcher is. Why? Because her values are timeless, eternal. Tap anyone on the shoulder anywhere in the world, and ask what Mrs Thatcher believed in, and they will tell you. They can give a clear answer to what she 'stood for.'

Maurice Saatchi

#6. There's a moment in every woman's life when she knows that for once, she stood on her own two feet, faced the world, and flipped it off. I just had that moment, and it feels fucking awsome.

Rachel Firasek

#7. And now she stood outside the station with his flowers pressed happily to her breast, in all that red cardigan of hers, making the rest of the world look as if it was made in greyscale.

Fredrik Backman

#8. She just stood there and looked at the empty highway, and you could almost tell how bored she was by the way she stood.

Clifton Adams

#9. I joined the British Army because she stood between Ireland and an enemy common to our civilization, and I would not have her (Britain) say that she defended us while we did nothing at home but pass resolutions.

Francis Ledwidge

#10. herself, she stood outside Mark's door, head bowed, contemplating

Cheryl Taylor

#11. Chief Engineer Naomi Nagata towered over him. She stood almost two full meters tall, her mop of curly hair tied back into a black tail, her expression halfway between amusement and annoyance.

James S.A. Corey

#12. I think I met your friend Charley."
"You ... did? When?"
"When I looked in the mirror this morning."
She stood in disbelief for a moment. Then astonishment. Then doubt. Then hope. Then wariness. Aka, the five stages of Cookie.

Darynda Jones

#13. Her husband had been the nails, the bolts, the rope that held her and her home together. She stood and imagined planks falling off of her arms, tearing free as those nails rusted and the rope frayed and parted deep inside her.

Bryan Costales

#14. She was plagued again by the feeling that the room in which she stood, the earth on which it was built, and the universe in which it turned were as insubstantial as smoke, subject to sudden change. (pg. 249)

Dean Koontz

#15. She stopped over the ledge where he worked and she stood watching him openly. When he raised his head, she did not turn away. Her glance told him that she knew the meaning of her action, but did not respect him enough to conceal it. His glance told her only that he had expected her to come.

Ayn Rand

#16. She stood lost in eternity ... watching the immense sky ...

Angela Carter

#17. I think it's essential for comic writers to have a hate figure, a despot, a regime to react against, and I think Thatcher was perfect for me, I loathed everything she stood for.

Sue Townsend

#18. That night she dreamed about the King again.
She stood in a riverside meadow between greenwood and castle. Overhead the sun shone gilt in a sky like powdered lapis and struck golden sparks from the King's blood-red dragon banner.

Suzannah Rowntree

#19. She must have been tired, because instead of jamming the whip down Monique's throat, she stood up and, in a very even tone, said, If you think you've seen me mad before, imagine what I could do to you when I've just lost everything.

Barbra Annino

#20. You can't keep pushing everyone away." She stood up from the chair, her body tense. "You can't keep doing this, because one of these days, you'll wake up and have no one.

Rebecca Donovan

#21. Everything about her, the way she walked, the way she stood, her eyes and mouth and whole face, seemed to be saying, without trying or intending to, that if you happened to be hers, and she yours, life would be full of pleasant and interesting surprises.

Rex Stout

#22. He appreciated all beautiful things. As she stood before him poised, scrutinizing every inch of his face, liable to strike him, he thought she was the most incredible thing he had seen in his life. She didn't step away from fear, she walked up to it.

Nicki Salcedo

#23. Feo shook her head; she couldn't speak. The moments in which the world turns suddenly kind can feel like a punctured lung. She stood in the marble hall and cried until tears flooded down her nose and chin and dropped on to the heads of the two bloodstained wolves at her feet.

Katherine Rundell

#24. As she stood before Aragorn she paused suddenly and looked upon him, and her eyes were shining. And he looked down upon her fair face and smiled; but as he took the cup, his hand met hers, and he knew that she trembled at the touch.

J.R.R. Tolkien

#25. She stood there waiting for me to approach, as though absolutely certain that I would take her by the arm and continue strolling down the avenue.

Henry Miller

#26. He shot across the dark and dank room and gently lowered her slight body, which seemed to weigh almost nothing, until she stood with her back to the wall, as he called a shield of water to block her from any danger.

Alyssa Day

#27. The sorrow was no less in reality, but it became less oppressive from having some one in precisely the same relation to it as that in which she stood.

Elizabeth Gaskell

#28. Not until she stood at her sink, splashing cold water on her face, did she remember her little hippo. What the hell was that about? When did her unconscious get so fucking whimsical? And what fine truth was he going to tell her?

Christopher Bram

#29. As she stood down below him on the street,it seemed impossible that she'd connected with him as she had,but then,the phone was virtual relating,one step up from being online.Both people were in their own environments,invisible to each other,only their voices mixing.It was false intimacy.

J.R. Ward

#30. I'd thought of her with unblinking eyes, moving always, across the pages of opened books with rapid precision, but as she stood in front of me, her eyes looked slow and watery. I capsized into them.

Amber Dermont

#31. After all these years, he stood humbled and she stood corrected. Tara's eyes were downcast as she looked at the distance between them. If he had taken a step towards her, she was sure she could take a million too.

Mita Jain

#32. She stood with her slender arms hanging down, her scarcely defined bosom rising and falling regularly, and with bated breath and glittering, frightened eyes gazed straight before her, evidently prepared for the height of joy or misery. She

Leo Tolstoy

#33. You were worth it. All these years, all the waiting. You're worth it. He'd known the moment she had looked up at him as she stood before his execution block, defiant and wicked and wild.

Sarah J. Maas

#34. There is something wrong with this world." She stood like she was making a speech. "Something very wrong when it's the twenty-first century and this type of elitist travesty is still being perpetuated.

Alex Flinn

#35. I was immediately aware of her when she stood at the window but I didn't move at first. I wanted to look at her with my human eyes.#Ren

Colleen Houck

#36. She stood motionless like that for

Donna Leon

#37. The only way he could have her was to shatter this stubborn faith of hers. In doing so, would he shatter her? "What has this god of yours ever really done for you?" She stood very still for a long moment, her back to him. "Everything.

Francine Rivers

#38. She stood a moment before my eyes, clearly and painfully, loved and deeply woven into my destiny; then fell away again in a deep oblivion, at a half regretted distance.

Hermann Hesse

#39. There was something unfamiliar about him. Something ferocious about his eyes, some sort of bite in his faint smile. Something altogether hectic and unsettled. She stood on the ledge of his smile and looked over the edge.

Maggie Stiefvater

#40. She stood on the pile of rubble, her sword held high in such a way that it gleamed in the damp morning. She looked bold and fierce - unlike the science geek who'd been his best friend for years.

Carrie Ryan

#41. Did you see how she stood and faced them down? I demanded with pride. A most excellent bitch, Nighteyes agreed.

Robin Hobb

#42. When suddenly, as if a shelf were shot forth and she stood on it, she said how she was his wife, married years ago in Milan, his wife, and would never, never tell that he was mad

Virginia Woolf

#43. She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.

Thomas Hood

#44. All day, after two days and nights of rain, water had been rising in the dykes and now it was creeping rapidly up the five stone arches of the bridge where the she stood watching the wide rainy valley up which the tongue of river finally lost itself in a gray country of winter elms.

H.E. Bates

#45. In the sin department, she stood side-by-side with Eric, neither one better than the other. Both cleansed, forgiven, and redeemed by the precious blood of the Lamb.

JoAnn Durgin

#46. He led her to the bedroom, he took off her clothes, without a word, in the manner of an owner undressing a person whose consent is not required. He clasped the pendant on her shoulders. She stood naked, the stone between her breasts, like a sparkling drop of blood.

Ayn Rand

#47. I remember clearly the afternoon that she stood at the corner beside the door of the tourist centre in Gdansk.

You Jin

#48. She stood, as it were, with her face to God and her back to the people, waiting to receive His word for the 'chose people.' She had a vision of holy living. She would not deviate from that no matter how well-established, rational, and practical the ways of older missions seemed to be.

Elisabeth Elliot

#49. She wasn't there. He wouldn't have had to look too closely. She stood out from others like an angel in hell or a rose in a sewer.

Ruth Rendell

#50. She stood before him naked as her name day, and he was as hard as the rock around them.

George R R Martin

#51. That could have happened, really, it could have, if he hadn't shoved his muzzle into her crotch. Her breath swooshed out of her as she stood there in shock. He. Was. Sniffing. Her. Pussy. And she didn't know what to do.

Milly Taiden

#52. All around Molly there flowed and flowered a light as impossible as snow set afire, while thousands of cloven hooves sang by like cymbals. She stood very still, neither weeping nor laughing, for her joy was too great for her body to understand.

Peter S. Beagle

#53. She stood a little straighter, closed her eyes, and raised her arms in embrace of her final act.

The she took a deep breath and dove, headfirst--face-first--into oblivion

John Saul

#54. She stood in front of the speakers instead and closed her eyes, not really dancing, just bouncing and whispering the lyrics. After the first verse, she was dancing.

Rainbow Rowell

#55. Margaret Thatcher made tough decisions. She put people out of work and she stood up to labor unions and she did a lot of things that I did not like.

Harvey Weinstein

#56. She stood at the window, her arms spread wide, holding on to each side of the frame, it was as if she held a piece of the city.

Ayn Rand

#57. [A fan] said, 'What can I do to get your attention?' I was like 'Um, just take your clothes off.' She stood there and frantically started taking her clothes off and got dragged out of the room by security.

Robert Pattinson

#58. Before the cook arrived when she stood in a space no wider than a bench is long, back behind and to the left of the milk cans. Working dough. Working, working dough. Nothing better than that to start the day's serious work of beating back the past.

Toni Morrison

#59. I had a stalker while filming a movie in Spain last year. She stood outside of my apartment I used every day for weeks, all day, every day. I was so bored and lonely that I went out and had dinner with her. I just complained about everything in my life and she never came back.

Robert Pattinson

#60. She stood in the mist, waiting for him again.
Always in the same place.

Kelly Creagh

#61. But there was something strange about her that made me think she was "somebody." I don't mean her poise, the cool manner in which she stood with arms folded just watching all the goings on at the book party. Kids inherit that poise. It's their enemy, the way ignorance was the enemy of my generation.

Anne Rice

#62. Late in February, she stood on Munich Street and watched a single giant cloud come over the hills like a white monster. It climbed the mountains. The sun was eclipsed, and in its place, a white beast with a gray heart watched the town.

Markus Zusak

#63. She stood and looked at James as if he was on clearance at Vanity, which was her favorite store at the moment.

Aaron M. Patterson

#64. At the end of the day, he said, "I will take care of you," his voice thick with emotion. She stood before him and nodded. He zipped her coat for her.

Elizabeth Strout

#65. She looked in the mirror and gasped. Melissa gasped back at her. For a long time, she stood there, just blinking. George smiled, and Melissa smiled too.

Alex Gino

#66. Sometimes they rose up inside her, these moments of fierce happiness, kindling out of their own substance like a spark igniting a mound of grass. It was a joy to be alive, a strange and savage joy, and she stood there in the warmth and destruction of it knowing it could not last.

Kevin Brockmeier

#67. For a moment, she stood where she'd landed, like some drunken bee in the vicinity of its preferred blossom.

Grace Burrowes

#68. She stood, moved to stand in front of him, and held out her hand. "Thanks so much for fixing my hip and helping me."
He lifted a brow as he glanced from her hand to her face. "Sit down. You're not going anywhere.

Lia Davis

#69. But now his dry and silent grieving for his lost wife must end, for there she stood, the fierce, recalcitrant, and fragile stranger, forever to be won again.

Ursula K. Le Guin

#70. So she stood naked in front of the young man and at this moment stopped playing the game.

Milan Kundera

#71. Anyway, back to the kids."

"Well, one is a girl who looks about your age, and there's a boy." She grinned as she stood. "He's a hottie."

A tiny piece of egg caught in my throat. It was seriously gross to hear Mom talking about boys my age. "Hottie? Mom that's just weird.

Jennifer L. Armentrout

#72. When she stood up, the woman was looking at her with the calm gray eyes that Therese could neither quite face nor look away from.

Patricia Highsmith

#73. She stood in the storm, & when the wind did not blow her away, she adjusted her sails.

Elizabeth Edwards

#74. She stood slim and proud as some medieval witch princess against dawn.

L.J.Smith

#75. Don't kiss me again," she begged softly as she stood.

Iris Blobel

#76. She stood before him on the porch now, as living, breathing proof that fortune had not tipped itself in his direction all those years ago.

Abby Slovin

#77. She stood in one smooth motion, surprisingly pale where the sun not touch her, slender and hard-muscled, yet with roundnesses and softnesses that haunted his dreams.

Robert Jordan

#78. She stood with flaccid breasts, somehow still full of herself.

Shannon Bradley-Colleary

#79. She stood back and wiped the sweat-sting from her eyes. The air was clean. Her hands brown with dirt. Pride surged through her, raw and immense; she had believed happiness to be an absence - of fear, of pain, of grief - but here it roared in her as powerful as any sadness.

Anthony Marra

#80. All the Scarabae - all but one - were crowded in the garden. They watched her. Their grim
old faces gave away nothing. Like elderly kiddies at a play they did not understand yet knew to be
important, they regarded her as she stood behind the gate.
Goodbye, she thought. Goodbye for ever.

Tanith Lee

#81. Now conquering Rome doth conquered Rome inter, And she the vanquished is, and vanquisher. To show us where she stood there rests alone Tiber; and that too hastens to be gone. Learn, hence what fortune can. Towns glide away; And rivers, which are still in motion, stay.

Joachim Du Bellay

#82. She stood on the edge of tomorrow, a one person vanguard that believed. The city would soon follow her lead

Tommy McMahon

#83. 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

#84. She stood by his bedside and waited for him to die.

Richard L. Mabry

#85. 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

#86. She stood in front of him with January in her hair and he was lost.

Fredrik Backman

#87. 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

#88. 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

#89. 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

#90. No matter where she stood, she was in the center of the room.

Patrick Rothfuss

#91. When I first saw her, she stood out in vivid, living color while the world around her turned to grayscale.

Lori Perkins

#92. 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

#93. She stood and showed off her knee-high boots. Very Kalinda Sharma,

Sylvia Day

#94. 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

#95. 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

#96. She stood there before them, in all the unconscious insolence of beauty, and

Emmuska Orczy

#97. "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

#98. 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

#99. Mackenzie flinched. Struggling to breathe, she stood up and walked over to the table.

Yawatta Hosby

#100. 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