She Walked 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 rose. "I'll just go get the wine."
"I'm not interested in wine."
She walked away, tossed a glance over her shoulder. "You will be. When I start licking it off you.

J.D. Robb

#3. She walked a ways down the concourse, and looked back and waved and then turned a corner and was out of sight. I still stood for a moment, looking at the last place I had seen her, being careful not to be routine, while I became the other guy again, the one I was without her.

Robert B. Parker

#4. In one of her more philosophical moments, she decided that the reason virginity was so prized for a bride was because early man must have realized that a bride who knew what was in store for her on her wedding night, would not be smiling quite so radiantly when she walked down that aisle!

Judith McNaught

#5. mate. I winked at Chrissy as she walked

Julian Davies

#6. She walked beside Jared, four inches of rain-dashed darkness between her hanging wrist and his.

Sarah Rees Brennan

#7. She walked away too far for me to call ... and for her to hear my voice.

Faraaz Kazi

#8. Take a few minutes."
"No. He's already had more of my time than he was entitled to."
Yes, he thought as she walked out of his office. Very much like her grandmother.

Nora Roberts

#9. ready for the next shift. Colleen was coming out of the kitchen and saw her as she walked towards the bar.

Ashley Merrick

#10. Well I'm not dumb, but I can't understand why she walked like a woman, but talked like a man.

Ray Davies

#11. She began to teeter as she walked, fell almost daily, bumped into things or, at the very least, dropped objects. She was in the grip of an insuperable longing to fall. She lived in a constant state of vertigo. 'Pick me up,' is the message of a person who keeps falling.

Milan Kundera

#12. As she walked up the street, Raleigh couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just struck a deal with the devil.

Taisha DeMay

#13. Don't Forget!" She shouted as she walked away.
"Love persevered. It's the men who change.

Paulo Coelho

#14. I want your best offer. [ ... ]
- You already have it.
She bit her lip, nodded.
- That's what I thought.
And then she walked away.

Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#15. When she walked him out to his truck, she held his hand for a few minutes. The girl moved really slowly, and he liked that. One of these days he was going to get his arms around her, kiss her. She had to be about the prettiest girl at school. Maybe the world. He'd

Robyn Carr

#16. She took two more steps forward. "Tristan!" she cried out loud. "Are you there?"
She walked to the edge of the board and stood with her toes at the very edge. "Tristan, where are you?" Her voice echoed back from the concrete walls. "I love you!" she cried. "I love you!

Elizabeth Chandler

#17. As she walked slowly down the hall, she could hear them arguing - nothing violent, nothing impassioned. But then, she'd not have expected that. Cavendish tempers ran cold, and they were far more likely to attack with a frozen barb than a heated cry.

Julia Quinn

#18. She felt as if she had no bones, like a jellyfish, hooked from the sea. She walked slowly towards them, her ears ringing, but they ignored her. All except for Levi, who stood at the end of the bridge, his hands in his pockets, smiling.

Sanjida Kay

#19. Thirty-two steps until Haley Tremaine entered hell. Thirty-two steps until she walked into the smell of alcohol and burned microwaveable meals, into a place where fear overwhelmed.

Krystal Wade

#20. But now he understood why someone would write things like 'she walked in beauty like the night' and so forth. Because poetry was a barrier against raw emotions. It distilled them into bearable music, allowed one to accommodate them a little at a time.

Julie Anne Long

#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. And down she walked along the street,
A handsome lad she hoped to meet
And sore by dawn were her dainty feet
But all the boys were gay.

Elka Cloke

#23. I'm A Queer Poet Too! She stressed queer not because she walked around identifying as a queer poet but so that the youth understood she would fuck her.

Michelle Tea

#24. 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

#25. I faced the gaudy sunflower on her canvas bag
it looked hand-painted and at last my eyes fell into hers. I said, 'Thanks for the card.' Her smile put the sunflower to shame. She walked off.

Jerry Spinelli

#26. Phases of her childhood lurked in her aspect still. As she walked along to-day, for all her bouncing handsome womanliness, you could sometimes see her twelfth year in her cheeks, or her ninth sparkle from her eyes; and even her fifth would flit over the curves of her mouth now and then. Yet

Thomas Hardy

#27. She felt as if the grave stones were whispering those names to her as she walked past ... Those stones that bore no names seemed like closed mouths, sad mouths that forgotten how to speak. But perhaps the dead didn't mind what their names had once been?

Cornelia Funke

#28. The first time I saw her - my God - it was like I'd never seen another woman in all my life. It was the way she walked that caught my eye. She moved like water: fluid, determined. Everything else blended together in a blur and all I saw was her. The only solid in all that color.

Tarryn Fisher

#29. Stop it, she mouthed. She walked with Parker, and he held the door open for her. A wide smile spread across her face in appreciation.
Of course. When he did it, she noticed.

Jamie McGuire

#30. She walked on, comforted by the surf, by the one perpetual moment of beach-time, the now-and-always of it.

William Gibson

#31. Jenna swallowed the lump in her throat. "Good evening, gentlemen."
"You'll be hard pressed to find a gentleman in this bunch," a forty-something guy with close-cropped white hair said, laughing.
She walked closer to the group and held out her hands in apology. "Sorry, didn't mean to offend.

Aria Kane

#32. I didn't cry when she got on the plane. She lived with me for four years, and when she walked away, I didn't feel much of anything at all

Jodi Picoult

#33. And she walked away, and she walked away, and that was that, and that was that.

Helen Oyeyemi

#34. She walked down the hill and she found relief in the unnatural stillness of the earth around her, the stillness of full light without sun, of leaves without motion, of a luminous, waiting silence.

Ayn Rand

#35. She walked in beauty, She sleeps in peace.

Courtney Cole

#36. She breathed, she walked through her house and knew that nothing was ever going to be the same again.

Susan Mallery

#37. She moved with such purpose it was as though she walked with exclamation marks.

Gail Carriger

#38. I did. I understood all too well, as much as I hated it. This was why we ignored each other. When she walked away the first time, my damn heart ruptured and I swore I'd never let it happen again. Like an idiot, here I was setting off explosives.

Katie McGarry

#39. Within fifteen minutes, Emilie had guided them to an upscale store known for its fresh meats and produce. She felt a little ridiculous as she walked into the store, a team of muscled badasses following her.

Laura Kaye

#40. Her strawberry hair bounced when she walked, her chin tilted upward when she saw us, and her body was the most perfectly fuckable thing to ever grace the earth.

C.D. Reiss

#41. She walked quickly through the darkness with the frank stride of someone who was at least certain that the forest, on this damp and windy night, contained strange and terrible things and she was it.

Terry Pratchett

#42. Arch glared at him. I've spent hundreds of years watching you mope around because you thought you lost your soul mates. You wouldn't recognize a soul mate if she walked up to you and hit you in your face. Even after all this time, you still haven't figured it out.

Rose Wynters

#43. She hardly felt the steps down the aisle, though she did feel the weight of all eyes on her as she walked. It was over in what seemed far too little time, and then her dad handed her off to Shane, and her heart almost stopped as his eyes met hers.

Rachel Caine

#44. She walked about with the rather fated expression you see in photographs of girls who have subsequently been murdered, but nothing had so far happened to her.

Elizabeth Bowen

#45. He rubbed his feet back and forth on the library carpet and when she walked by, he touched her with the tip of his index finger

Jonathan Goldstein

#46. Twenty years earlier, in a life [Kirsten] mostly couldn't remember, she had had a small nonspeaking role in a short-lived Toronto production of King Lear. Now she walked in sandals whose soles had been cut from an automobile tire, three knives in her belt.

Emily St. John Mandel

#47. She walked
through her life
heavy
from the
mighty wings
upon her back.

Atticus Poetry

#48. She walked to work every day feeling starkly, conspicuously alone. It seemed that everyone else on the street had someone to keep them company, someone to laugh with and confide in and nudge in the ribs. All those packs of young girls who'd already figured everything out.

Anne Tyler

#49. She belonged to herself only. She had edges, boundaries, tastes, definition down to her eyelashes. And when she walked it was clear she knew where she was going.

Stephanie Danler

#50. A closeness that felt sorry and cheap the minute she walked out of the room.

Don DeLillo

#51. As she walked, clock towers across Prague started arguing midnight, and the long, fraught Monday came at last to a close.

Laini Taylor

#52. As she walked through the dark, stepping softly through the wet stones, she looked ahead to where the first cautious star managed to blink through the clouds (361).

Caragh M. O'Brien

#53. No, enjoy it while you can. Esther said as she walked out alone.

Barry Gray

#54. She walked off to Hurst; and got a good priest there-- one whom she had known at Antwerp-- to write for her. But no answer came. It was like crying into the awful stillness of night.

Elizabeth Gaskell

#55. For two long seconds, he couldn't help but watch her perfectly shaped hips and exquisite bare legs as she walked across the carpet.

Mark A. Hewitt

#56. She wore a flowered blue dress of the type whores naturally favored, and that thing was so tight that when she moved, the daisies got all mixed up with the azaleas. She walked like a warm room full of smoke.

James McBride

#57. Yeah, I am in love. I'm definitely in love. She picked me up in a bar, actually. She walked by and just looked at me and smiled and I went 'Hey' and she goes, 'Hey'. I was just like, 'Oh my God', she took my breath away.

Darren McMullen

#58. She walked along beneath a sky of bird's-egg blue,

Stephen R. Lawhead

#59. Young? He'd hear his own harsh, pained laugh. Oh, no, not this lass. She's old. She walked under a blood-red moon in the dawn of time, did this one. Her face is the face of all that cannot be fathomed, and she's looking you in the eye, Whiskeyjack, and you'll never know what she's thinking.

Steven Erikson

#60. He was figuratively following along beside her as she walked the fence, ready to catch her if she should fall.

F Scott Fitzgerald

#61. She walked to the front door. 'Hello?'
'Hello,' a woman's voice said.
'Are you a Witness?'
'I swear to God I didn't see a thing.

Anne Lamott

#62. She walked home through the darkening glade, singing of the stars; and the trees stood still and listened to her, and the mountains were glad.

Ruskin Bond

#63. And I knew Nick's love for Auntie Reba.
He loved her in a way that was indescribable.
It wasn't like she walked on water or was the earth and moon and stars.
It was different.
It was breath.
It was necessity.

Kristen Ashley

#64. Nobody can just get from there to accepting a person's love in just an instant. She needed time to let that love cleanse her. I held my arms open to her, waiting for her to wind down. She walked into them and sobbed against my chest.

Andrew Jonathan Fine

#65. The tinkle of a wind chime stirred from over a window. Purple and white phlox cascaded cheerfully over the top of a nearby stone wall. Sunlight sifted through the weave of her straw hat, casting freckles of light on her nose and cheeks that shifted, out of focus, as she walked.

Caragh M. O'Brien

#66. She walked on and on as though if she walked far enough she might walk this thing out of her. As if by walking long enough, hard enough, she might forget.

Jackie Kay

#67. She glitters like she walked out of a Klimt painting

Jandy Nelson

#68. Was a new family in the manse. And such a family! Miss Cornelia shook her head over them several times as she walked briskly along. Susan Baker

L.M. Montgomery

#69. She walked to where he stood, where the fire met the water. He took her hand and they both looked out into the abyss of it. The fear that Marcus had felt inside the Castle was still there, but he knew it was like the fire, a wild thing that could still be controlled, contained.

Yaa Gyasi

#70. Matrona imagined her flush was made of thousands of biting ants, and the soft breeze blew them off her skin as she walked, carrying them back into the wood.

Charlie N. Holmberg

#71. [Keenan] 'What am I going to do?' He sank to the floor.
[Donia] 'Hope that some of us are kinder to you than you've been to us,' she whispered. Then, before she could soften again, she walked away and left the Summer King kneeling in her foyer.

Melissa Marr

#72. She quickly exited the room, hearing the echoes of the mastiff's angered barks fade behind her down the hallway. As she walked, she breathed a quick benediction to the patron saint of sleuthing. "Nancy Drew," she whispered, "be with me now." At

Colin Meloy

#73. She walked right on past, ignoring him just like she chose to ignore the way nature had tagged her with those outsized badges of femininity, just like she was above him, and sex, and everything else that's weak and of the flesh.

Ken Kesey

#74. Mariam knew that life for the most part had been unkind to her. But as she walked the final twenty paces, she could not help but wish for more of it.

Khaled Hosseini

#75. Bob Fosse and Gwen Verdon intimidated us all because she walked in and was going to be the dance captain. She was a great star, but she loved that kind of work as his assistant.

Donna McKechnie

#76. She walked up to him, put her arms around his middle and kissed him. "Like I said, I think the game is pointless anyway. We're not showing signs, so hopefully we're in the clear." Mark couldn't have talked if he'd wanted to. He leaned down and kissed her, and this time the kiss was much longer.

James Dashner

#77. She walked away from him, and as he watched her go, he found that the terrible weight in his stomach seemed to have lessened slightly. The

J.K. Rowling

#78. She walked off, just a small pear-shape of a woman, but she was a godsend.

Dannika Dark

#79. Mrs. Crawford. As she walked into her

Jacqueline Winspear

#80. And she knew this silent dance between them would be decided tonight, one way or the other. Either she tore down every one of her defenses and accepted his claim to the soul, or she walked away. Except she didn't think the latter was an option.

Nalini Singh

#81. She walked in technicolor.

Angela Carter

#82. Sarah was up in her room with her heart broke so bad, Binah said you could hear it jangle when she walked.

Sue Monk Kidd

#83. These are the multiple shadows because there were a lot of things she walked away from without a word of explanation when she was younger & she still thinks about them more than she needs to.

Brian Andreas

#84. You saw a fluttering fan before her face and magnolia blooms and sleepy lakes under the moonlight when she walked.

Zora Neale Hurston

#85. She walked like a woman who knew she had the world staring at her breasts.

Tarryn Fisher

#86. She walked on and on till she melted out of the picture - like - like a shadow jumping over a candle ...

Rudyard Kipling

#87. She walked, and with each step she let another inch of the long furl of her expectations go. The place itself was like a steady hand, a low voice, a very old person who'd seen too much to get overexcited anymore. Stop now a minute, it said. Stop searching.

Ellen Airgood

#88. She walked, her hand trailing the ghosts of yesterdays'

Dead Men Don't Kill

Viveca Benoir

#89. She walked toward me, her high heels perforating the polished wooden air of the Richmond's quiet basement like the slow beat of a tall clock.

Philip Kerr

#90. She would be like that character in a novel she read once about the woman who rid herself of everything she owned, item by item. She kept paring down, paring down until all she had left could fit in her handbag. Then she walked out the door and left the house behind, too.

Rebecca Kelley

#91. She walked away from him with swift, sure strides, as if she knew her destination. As if it had nothing to do with him.

Courtney Milan

#92. He'd started falling for her the moment she walked into Devil's Dip Gym. She'd KO'd him and there was no going back.

Avery Flynn

#93. As she walked, trying to find a hotel--any hotel--she was offered at least ten different ways of getting high, four or five ways of getting laid, and at least one way of getting even.

S. Andrew Swann

#94. Instead, an unexpected surprise was waiting for her when she walked in the door. Daisy's trusty West Highland Terrier Shamus was usually so well-behaved. Unfortunately, Shamus picked that night to misbehave.

K.M. Morgan

#95. She walked to the door in her fucking underwear, and opened it a crack before turning and sprinting into her bedroom, leaving me to greet the intruders. What in the actual fuck.

Christina Lauren

#96. Lillian walked into every room as if she owned it. She walked across this one as if she owned it but was slightly horrified to find herself there, like a queen in a basement.

Sarah Rees Brennan

#97. as she walked back to her husband, lola thought about lying on her expensive sheets and holding a baby - their baby - to her breast. to the baby, lola would smell like a mother, and the ridiculous chandelier would look like stars.

Amanda Eyre Ward

#98. She walked forward, feeling the dew on the grass with each step. She tightened her eyes, welcoming the darkness.

Eveli Acosta

#99. The funniest thing happened in one of my first scenes. In the beginning Emma was really arrogant and punk and in every scene she would slam the door when she walked in or out.

Dannii Minogue

#100. But as she walked up to him, the warmth in his gaze made her feel ... beautiful.

Cherise Sinclair