She Thought She Could Quotes

#1. In such misfortunes my Mother was of an heroic spirit, in suffering patiently when there was no remedy, and being industrious where she thought she could help.

Margaret Cavendish

#2. To love makes one solitary, she thought. She could tell nobody, not even Septimus now ...

Virginia Woolf

#3. She liked his tears so much that she put out her beautiful finger and let them run over it.
Her voice was so low that at first he could not make out what she said. Then he made it out. She was saying that she thought she could get well again if children believed in fairies.

J.M. Barrie

#4. She thought she could be saved. She thought he could take her hand and owldance her around the circle. She thought she could watch him fancydance, watch his calf muscles grow more and more perfect with each step. She thought he was Crazy Horse.

Sherman Alexie

#5. She was afraid to love me," Nancy said. "I never realized it. By keeping her distance, she thought she could protect me. If she didn't love me, maybe I would escape notice. I would survive.

Emilie Richards

#6. Whenever she thought she could not feel more alone, the universe peeled back another layer of darkness.

Janet Fitch

#7. It wasn't fair to pull her into that vortex, because I couldn't be fixed. And Roxy was a fixer. She thought she could help me, I could see it in her eyes.

Ashleigh Z.

#8. She could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr if they killed her quick.

Flannery O'Connor

#9. She thought she could so she did.

Melissa Muldoon

#10. 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

#11. But you hardley even know him"she said."He could be a serial killer"
"I did have that thought.I checked the apartment out,but if his got an ice cooler full of arms in it,I havent seen it yet.Anyway he seems pretty since.

Cassandra Clare

#12. She believed in getting as much use as possible from everything, and thought that as long as machinery, or anything else, could be cajoled into operation, it should be kept; to do otherwise, she thought, was wasteful.

Alexander McCall Smith

#13. At first Ifemelu thought Kimberly's apologizing sweet, even if unnecessary, but she had begun to feel a flash of impatience, because Kimberly's repeated apologies were tinged with self-indulgence, as though she believed that she could, with apologies, smooth all the scalloped surfaces of the world.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

#14. She thought no one could see her. I thought she was beautiful.

Dan Wells

#15. Olive thought she had forgotten what pain could be. She was a railway tunnel in which a battering train had come to a fiery halt. She was a burrow in which a creature had wedged itself and could go neither forwards nor back.

A.S. Byatt

#16. Mark, she now could see, was destined for a life of absolute logic [ ... ], while she, the Etch a Sketcher, thought herself destined for a life of squiggly lines.

Michael Paterniti

#17. I had thought Felicity dangerous a moment ago, when she felt powerful. I was wrong. Wounded and powerless, she is more dangerous than I could imagine.

Libba Bray

#18. She thought back to what Roman had said. That the power rested in her lap. The problem was that internalizing that revelation also meant decisions could no longer be pushed aside.

Anne Mallory

#19. The first morning after Westley's departure, Buttercup thought she was entitled to do nothing more than sit around moping and feeling sorry for herself. After all, the love of her life had fled, life had no meaning, how could you face the future, et cetera, et cetera.

William Goldman

#20. I'd like to ask you a question, if I may."
"What?"
"All these poems you've written and hidden - so many poems. Why?"
While she thought, morning broke and the birds sang in the garden. "Because I could not stop.

Jeffrey Ford

#21. Why creeds and prayers and mackintoshes? when, thought Clarissa, that's the miracle, that's the mystery; that old lady, she meant, whom she could see going from chest of drawers to dressing-table.

Virginia Woolf

#22. When my mother took her turn to sit in a gown at her graduation, she thought she only had two career options: nursing and teaching. She raised me and my sister to believe that we could do anything, and we believed her.

Sheryl Sandberg

#23. 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

#24. She has always thought that kindness was an active thing. But the not doing of something, an act of restraint -- could that be kindness too?

Jessie Burton

#25. She could no longer understand the Faith from the night of the ratting, who had believed that the world was only teeth and hunger, nothing but killing and dead bones in the dust. Hunger cannot explain why I love the blue of this sky, she thought.

Frances Hardinge

#26. Deffand fell in love with him, and thought that at her age she could

Virginia Woolf

#27. You'd think the man could have called her once, she thought, scowling at her boots. Sent a telegram, a damn smoke signal.

Nora Roberts

#28. Once she had thought that she might discover some key to her mother if only she could get her likeness right, but she has since learned that the mysteries of another person only deepen, the longer one looks.

Debra Dean

#29. He never thought that she saw in him what no one else could see. He never thought that in the whole world there were no other eyes that looked upon him with the same light and strength as hers.

Charles Dickens

#30. She thought about him all the time - not so much about Doug the individual, but rather about the nature of love, and the shock of learning how quickly it could disappear.

J. Courtney Sullivan

#31. Then he began tearing at his clothes. She heard the linen rip and the buttons ping as they scattered over the floor. She thought she should be frightened by the frenzy, but instead she was fascinated that she could elicit such a reaction from a man. That he was fairly mad with wanting her.

Lorraine Heath

#32. She simply could not imagine lives ending so soon. Oh, you poor young men, she thought wildly.

Paul Russell

#33. There was always something immensely comic to her in the thought of living elsewhere than New York. She could not regard as serious proposals that she share a western residence.

Dorothy Parker

#34. She had not meant to name them, but she could not help herself; and having done so she thought, Let their names be symbols that their lives are worth the keeping. Let them struggle a little the harder, to keep their names.

Robin McKinley

#35. She swept away, putting an extra kink into her walk. I would not have thought that a woman with an ass that bony could make it wiggle so much but she proved me wrong.

Ilona Andrews

#36. 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

#37. Until that moment she had never thought she could do it. Never thought she would be brave enough or scared enough, or desperate enough to dare.

Neil Gaiman

#38. I thought creators were supposed to tell their younglings they were special. I didn't know mine meant something more when she told me. I could've never known what she'd seen in the water. My future was a secret she kept bound up inside her.

K.P. Ambroziak

#39. 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

#40. Then she thought of how life could still be happy, and how tormentingly she loved and hated him, and how terribly her heart was pounding.

Leo Tolstoy

#41. She was still looking; I could pass as an Indian I thought. I
was part Indian too and that was the precaution I was taking from
getting mugged, a fact which I vehemently fought against back
home and was keen to adopt here. Gosh, I was a rotten hypocrite.

Dixy Gandhi

#42. Alexander? Fine. I'll leave you alone so you can call Lover Boy back." "Stop calling him that." Once he was gone, she punched her pillow a few times. It was funny that Sam thought she could have any man she wanted. If she were just looking for guys who wanted to hang out

CrushStar Romance

#43. Fire sat unbreathing. A life that was an apology for the life of his father: It was a notion she could understand, beyond words and thought. She understood it the way she understood music.

Kristin Cashore

#44. Martha Quest, who thought of herself as so adventurous, so free and unbounded - the fact was, even the idea of picking up a telephone and making herself known to a new person troubled her: she made excuses, she could not do it.

Doris Lessing

#45. That's the beauty of the cure. No one mentions those lost, hot days in the field, when Thomas kissed Rachel's tears away and invented worlds just so he could promise them to her, when she tore the skin off her own arm at the thought of living without him.

Lauren Oliver

#46. Music, she thought, perhaps could be a continuing process, like life, a shedding of one skin as fast as another grew. Instead every tune seemed to exist with its notes firmly rooted in an event or an emotion or a period of time.

Winston Graham

#47. It was as if, for a moment, she thought Mae was one kind of person, but now, knowing she was another, she could part with her, she could give her back to the world.

Dave Eggers

#48. When she said that last part, she raised her eyebrows, or at least, I thought that's what she was trying to do. The Botox made it so all she could do was widen her eyes until they bulged.

Katherine Howe

#49. I could see her toughening up, working hard to put all those emotions away because she thought that's what it meant to
be strong. I wanted to tell her that strength wasn't about hiding your feelings, that it was okay for her to feel this way after what she'd been through.

Richelle Mead

#50. She could feel the emotional wedge between him and his father. It must be very hard for them to work together, she thought. Maybe she just didn't understand the ways of the super wealthy.

Mike Wells

#51. I needed to hear her voice because everything was getting dark in me and she's the only light I've found since all this shit happened. I just thought, if she would answer, if she would answer, maybe I could, I don't know, just tell her in the right way why I was so messed up.

Heather Demetrios

#52. Dying wasn't so bad, not really. Not when you could go out like this, on a summer's evening with the fireflies winking in the trees. She always thought dying would be a scream into a void, a thrashing, a searing. Not this slow and sleepy drip.

Megan Shepherd

#53. Irena Sendler never thought of herself as a hero. She only did what she felt she must, and wished she could have done more.

Marcia K. Vaughan

#54. Elinor could sit still no longer. She almost ran out of the room, and as soon as the door was closed, burst into tears of joy, which at first she thought would never cease.

Jane Austen

#55. I could shove this swizzle stick through his heart, Min thought. She would'nt do it, of course. The stick was plastic and not nearly pointed enough on the end.

Jennifer Crusie

#56. 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

#57. 'I thought I could live my life without you,' she says, trying desperately to hold back her tears. 'I can't. I've tried and I can't do it.'

Mike Gayle

#58. She thought it over, but couldn't see any immediate loopholes other than the threat of her inner slut emerging, and she could darned well control that little bitch.

Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#59. I watched her backside as she went. I thought perhaps I wouldn't die if I could still find time to watch a well-crafted bottom

Mark Lawrence

#60. What if a girl grew up like a boy, with marriage an abstract, someday thought, a thing to think about when she became an adult, a thing she could do, or not do, depending? What would that look and feel like?

Anonymous

#61. This is how we always feel, she thought. We sleepwalk through our lives, because how could we live if we were always this awake? Someone

Terry Pratchett

#62. She thought that things could not get worse . . . but they always can, and often do.

Stephen King

#63. Ll the time covering him up as much as possible as if she thought her arms could keep the bullets off him..

George Orwell

#64. She began to notice his servant's heart, his humility, and his leadership. This attraction felt different from her prior experiences of liking guys. "Before it had always been, 'Here's the guy I want!' But this time I thought, 'Here's a man I could follow.

Joshua Harris

#65. he was more than a little daunted by her brain power. He thought she could probably take over the world. Yet

Veronica Henry

#66. But I could not fully admit it, even then. The way Suzanne's face looked as she watched him - I wanted to be with her. I thought that loving someone acted as a kind of protective measure, like they'd understand the scale and intensity of your feelings and act accordingly.

Emma Cline

#67. Did you?' the producer said. 'He's so clownish on the surface, all joke and dazzle. How in the world could you have seen it?'
'But I did. The moment I met him," she said. "A fucking supernova. Every day since.' She thought, but did not say, almost.

Lauren Groff

#68. She often thought about the power everybody had to ruin everybody else. You could do it by accident, just by showing up, or you could make the wrong decisions in such small pieces that by the time you realized what you were doing, it was too late.

Rosalie Knecht

#69. Her father sagged as relief spread through him. "I thought
something awful was happening."
She frowned. "Something awful was happening. It could have
got stuck in my hair.

Derek Landy

#70. You broke me out of the grasp of a living horror when I thought all hope was gone. You gave me the opportunity to crawl back to life when no one else could."
She glances over at me, her eyes shining in the dark. "You're a hero, Penryn, whether you like it or not.

Susan Ee

#71. She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo made Kenna squirm in the saddle.

Maeve Greyson

#72. She thought about how marvelous is would be to have a wife keeping the house in order, the meals on the table. At the same time it seemed ridiculously unfair that she could never have a wife. In fact, if she married, she would be expected to be the wife.

Robin Cook

#73. I watched her walk away and thought that if anybody could make a fighting suit look sexy, it'd be Sean. But even she couldn't.

Joe Haldeman

#74. It seemed hardly feasible that anyone could tune an oil barrel, and even less credible that the barrel could make music like nothing else in the world. She thought those sounds were magic.

Stieg Larsson

#75. 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

#76. Glory had rehearsed angry outbursts in anticipation of his arrival. She began to hope he would come so she could tell him exactly what she thought.

Marilynne Robinson

#77. I'm Violet," I growl. "I thought I lost something this summer, but I just realized, I never needed it."
Total silence.
Then someone mutters, "Is she talking about her virginity?"
In retrospect, I realize I could have worded that better.

Nicole Christie

#78. She could handle if he decided to throw her in the dungeons for a little while, too.
Because somehow, the thought of him getting hurt- or worse- made her willing to rick just about anything.

Sarah J. Maas

#79. She thought it was the misfortune of poetry, to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoyed it completely; and that the strong feelings which alone could estimate it truly, were the very feelings which ought to taste it but sparingly.

Jane Austen

#80. 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

#81. She was getting over it. She could feel it. Maybe she would never entirely be over him, but she thought she was beginning to see that a fairly normal future could be hers again.

Rebecca Flowers

#82. I was a good student, but a speech impediment was causing problems. One of my teachers decided that I couldn't pronounce certain words at all. She thought that if I wrote something, I would use words I could pronounce. I began writing little poems. I began to write short stories, too.

Walter Dean Myers

#83. She could not tell him that she protested because she did not believe he loved her enough to become his wife. It was no ordinary man but the Prince of Light who was asking her to be his bride. And, she thought gloomily, what sacrifice might she have disregarded had his gaze been only for her?

Noriko Ogiwara

#84. She died in my arms saying, "I don't want to die." That is what death is like. It doesn't matter what uniforms the soldiers are wearing. It doesn't matter how good the weapons are. I thought if everyone could see what I saw, we could never have war anymore.

Jonathan Safran Foer

#85. Oh, that anything could feel like this. It was wicked and wanton.
It was wonderful. That Philip, whom she always thought so proper, should know of such things as this. It amazed her.

Laura Lee Guhrke

#86. How could she be feeling the very same streams that rushed around within him? She thought, as they overflowed and lapped inside her too. She had never felt the inside of another person this way.

David Grossman

#87. Clare wasn't worried anymore about their being mean to each other. She imagined that someday she's be part of a friendship in which she and the friend thought so highly of each other and were so sure or this that they could say anything.

Marisa De Los Santos

#88. Anything could happen in life, she thought; anything could happen to anyone, and sometimes it was good. You just had to believe that it could happen to you.

Anonymous

#89. She felt, beneath her feet, the shifting of the planks she'd laid across the quicksand of that other life. She'd thought she could escape it? It was there, it had always been there, and this life she'd built on top of it felt about as sturdy as a shantytown on the flank of a volcano.

Laini Taylor

#90. Perhaps she had received diamonds, Strike thought; she had always said she didn't care for such things, but when they argued the glitter of all he could not give her had sometimes been flung back hard in his face ...

Robert Galbraith

#91. I heard a computer scientist the other day refer to playing with the Kinect as 'storytelling.' At first I thought that sounded a little high-minded, but after trying a few games I could see what she meant.

Susan Orlean

#92. Look, there's more to this than either of us thought." Finch waited for her to continue. He knew the pattern: whenever she had new information, she needed to assess what part she could reveal to him. He realized she needed another prod. "Jennie, I didn't have to tell you about the Whitelaw's

D.F. Bailey

#93. There was nothing physical she could do to stop Mario from carrying out whatever he wished. She shivered at the thought of what that sleazy, other world leftover might do should she launch an attack on him.

G.G. Collins

#94. She hadn't thought anything could squeeze past the pain in her head, the ache in her stomach, the sizzle of shame in her blood. But she hadn't counted on despair. Somehow despair always made room for itself.

Nora Roberts

#95. When they throw the water on the witch, she says, "Who would have thought a good little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness". That line inspired my life. I sometimes say it to myself before I go to sleep, like a prayer.

John Waters

#96. Lou could imagine Rich hiding within. She closed her eyes, letting her mind wander, search, and finally focus on him. Hurry up, Rich, she thought. Feeling the tug of connection, a thrill of anticipation ran up her spine. Lou didn't let herself nudge events often, but she did it today.

Danika Stone

#97. Enough of this soul-searching. What would be, would be. She could only do what she thought was right.

Iris Johansen

#98. Of course she could not help but be drawn to people like Hank, people with their own fire, but no matter how much they thought they loved you or their family or their country, no matter how they pledged their allegiance, that fire always burned for them alone.

Philipp Meyer

#99. As he started 'Whisky and Gin' and the cheering and the shrieking filled my senses, I thought of Mama, shattered by the war and Papa's death and I wished with all my heart that she could understand how it felt to be us that night - how it felt to be eighteen and unbeaten, eighteen and alive.

Eva Rice

#100. There was nothing she could say to them
nothing would be heard or answered. What were the weapons, she thought, in a realm where reason was not a weapon any longer? It was a realm she could not enter.

Ayn Rand