Top 100 She Was Quotes
#1. She was so real here. [ ... ] There, the distance between us was an impossible void; I felt all the reasons to stay away. Here, in the bookstore, with me, she seemed breathtakingly close in a way she hadn't before.
Maggie Stiefvater
#2. She had no existence, in herself. From earliest childhood she had believed this. Rather she was a reflecting surface, reflecting others' perception of her, and love of her.
Joyce Carol Oates
#3. She chokes on her drink with her laugh. "Chunk? You call your little sister Chunk?" "We all call her Chunk. She was a fat baby." She laughs. "You have nicknames for everyone," she says. "You call Sky Cheese Tits. You call Holder Hopeless. What do you call me when I'm not around?
Colleen Hoover
#4. The sweatshirt was big on her and she looked ridiculous. He liked it. And he liked that she was wearing something that carried his scent.
Anne Bishop
#5. It wasn't till Sebastian began to stalk toward her that she recalled her situation. She was wet and half naked, alone in a room with a strong brutish male of unknown intentions
Kiersten Fay
#7. Never mind what you've heard. Halle Berry was not the first black woman to win an Academy Award for Best Actress. She was actually the 74th white one. And never mind all this talk about America electing its first black President; Barack Obama is actually the 44th white man to hold the job.
Jeffrey Kluger
#8. She was wet with my crying. Up around her collar the cotton of her dress was plastered to her skin. I could see her darkness shining through the wet places. She was like a sponge, absorbing what I couldn't hold anymore.
Sue Monk Kidd
#9. Boy is my wife stupid. It takes her and hour and a half to watch 60 minutes. My daughters no bargain either. In public school she was voted most likely to conceive.
Rodney Dangerfield
#10. That my mother had strength of character enough not to be led into the temptation of seeming to be that which she was not - of
Booker T. Washington
#11. You would have been better off if you admitted to yourself that she was the love of your life. It might have saved us some pain.
Adria J. Cimino
#12. The next thing I knew, I had a young girl from Texas on my lap. I won't go into details of how I met her. Anyway, there it was. She was 23. I was 36.
Charles Bukowski
#13. Arlene was one of a kind, a true friend when I needed one, a grande dame from the old school. She was the sweetest of old ladies, and I will miss her dearly. All of those things are true, but the words I choose are far more profound.
"She smelled like cookies," I whisper through tears.
David Arnold
#14. As the two of us - past self, my present self - hovered over her bed, I could see each cruel damage written across her skin, beneath her eyes, down into her bones. She was no longer the way she wanted to be remembered. She was already more breath than body.
David Levithan
#15. She was a woman who knew who she was and how she had gotten there.
Lisa Mangum
#16. My mom grew up with horses, and when I turned 14, 15, she's like, 'Do you want to take a riding lesson?' I thought, 'Oh, gross, dirty.' She was like, 'Okay.' And then I did, and now I'm the one cleaning those damn stalls out. You can't get me away from the barn now. It shocks even me.
Kaley Cuoco
#17. Sometimes she felt as though she was disappearing, that she was being whittled down to just this terrible feeling, like a sudden aching that appeared all over, not in her body but in her soul.
Anna Quindlen
#18. She was missing all but her four front teeth, evenly spaced, as though they had chased all of the other teeth out of her mouth and then joined together in the middle, triumphant.
Yaa Gyasi
#19. And then she was kissing him as she never had before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhiskey; she was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair ...
J.K. Rowling
#20. She had no recollection, later, of having decided what to do next, or of having hunted for something to wear, but somehow she was hurrying down the stairs, dressed in shadowhunter gear, the letter in one hand and the chain with the ring clasped hastily around her throat.
Cassandra Clare
#21. She was awake, alive, full of ideas like branches in a greenhouse, growing thick and rife against the glass.
Carolina De Robertis
#22. Maybe she was the lucky one, I thought, a woman
who had divested herself of both future and past. No dreams, no
standards, a woman who smoked and drank and slept with men like
Sergei, men who were spiritually what came up out of the sewers when
it rained.
Janet Fitch
#23. She was also sure that having experienced the act first hand would probably benefit her writing. If anything she should have sex for her job. Yes, she definitely owed it to her readers to go out and have sex.
R.L. Mathewson
#24. I have a friend who is around my age, a little younger, and she's gay and came out to her own community when she was younger but not to her family and to the community at large.
Laura Innes
#25. She was so ugly that I took her to a dog show and she won first prize.
Rodney Dangerfield
#26. No! No matter how cut up she was, no matter how many scars on her body, no matter that every man who looked at her thought she was repugnant, she wanted to live! "Lia," Robert asked quietly, "how
Lindsay McKenna
#27. Anyway, she was now the sort of girl who shot people. Useful to know.
Neal Stephenson
#28. Mitch Glazer and I went to high school together, and his mother was my English teacher for two years. She was my favorite teacher, and I followed Mitch's career as a journalist, so we've kind of kept in touch over the years.
Mickey Rourke
#29. She was a music I no longer heard, that rang in my mind, itself and nothing else, lost to all sense, but not perished, not perished.
Marilynne Robinson
#30. She was no longer a slow dreamer watching the flowers grow. She was a warrior now. Warriors need something to fight for though, beside their lives, because otherwise their lives will not be worth it.
Francesca Lia Block
#31. After such prolonged frowning, it took her some moments to recall what her normal face even looked like, but after several attempts she was able to settle on a reasonable facsimile.
Haruki Murakami
#32. She giggled in a goofy way when she was amused or embarrassed. She felt awkward around popular people, and couldn't figure out whether she was good-looking or freakishly ugly, because she often felt both within the space of an hour.
E. Lockhart
#33. To me ... she was spring. It was as if while imprisoned inside the dark cage of the inner family ... I had completely frozen into snow ... and then there she was
fresh, clear spring. It was almost inevitable that..I would fall in love with her. -Hatori
Natsuki Takaya
#34. Crawford washed her hands a lot. She washed her arms all the way up past her elbows. She just couldn't get enough done in that direction. She was compulsive about being clean, clean, clean!
Fay Wray
#35. She was accustomed in London to associate only with first-rate people who liked first-rate things, and she knew that there were very, very few first-rate things in the world, and that those were mostly French.
Aldous Huxley
#37. And I could tell she loved him. And although she was an evil fungus growing on 200 pounds of irritated lard, her feelings were real.
Lynda Barry
#38. There was a succession of roommates, never chosen with her input and all with cognitive impairments. Some were quiet. One kept her up at night. She felt incarcerated, like she was in prison for being old. The
Atul Gawande
#39. Not kill us," Pigeon corrected. "She was mainly just trying to turn us into mindless slaves.
Brandon Mull
#40. His outfit wasn't what she was looking at, though. It was his eyes. They were always so bright, and with his hair falling into them, she was finding it hard to form coherent thoughts. But the she noticed that he hadn't shaved.
For the love of God.
Toni Aleo
#41. The more reasonable a student was in mathematics, the more unreasonable she was in the affairs of real life, concerning which fewtrustworthy postulates have yet been ascertained.
George Bernard Shaw
#42. She was an anchor but at least now she knew it had an end, a stopping place. It hit bottom. She could fall no deeper.
Linda Hogan
#43. Well, I remember this girl. I am not whole without her. I am not alive without her. When she was with me I was more alive than I have ever been, and not only when she was pleasant either. Even when we were fighting I was whole.
John Steinbeck
#44. She was like a permanent invasion of one's privacy.
Aldous Huxley
#45. The kiss blew Zoe's socks off. It was so easy to get lost in the promise of what he offered; no wondering, wishing, worrying ... Wrapped up tight in him as she was, she felt tempted.
Jill Shalvis
#46. Anna spoke not only naturally and intelligently, but intelligently and casually, without attaching any value to her own thoughts, yet giving great value to the thoughts of the one she was talking to.
Leo Tolstoy
#47. She may have looked normal on the outside, but once you'd seen her handwriting you knew she was deliciously complicated inside.
Jeffrey Eugenides
#48. She was my mother and she would not leave me. This I had simply accepted and expected. I had no more thanked her for it than i did the sun for shining on me.
Khaled Hosseini
#49. She was certain that the Vicario brothers were not as eager to carry out the sentence as to find someone who would do them the favor of stopping them.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#50. She was a born liar, Hope thought. It was incredible. She should skip the modeling career and go straight to politics. "I
Elin Hilderbrand
#51. Suddenly Kira knew that although her door was unlocked, she was not really free.
Lois Lowry
#52. He was turned on because she was naked and pretty, not because she could kick his ass.
Sara King
#53. In her he saw possibility. In her he saw the future. And when she was ready for it, he would be, too
Aimee Carter
#54. Genevieve's stomach gave an unpleasant flop. There was no mistaking that feeling. She was jealous. Damn it.
Rosalie Lario
#55. I was actually born and raised in Puerto Rico. I was born to a single mom. She was a wonderful woman, and she taught me to believe in myself, to work hard, play by the rules. She wanted me to get a good education, and she just told me that the best thing I could do is just study hard.
Raul Labrador
#56. I unbuckled her. She barely stirred. A lock of hair had fallen in her face so I gave in to the urge to touch it. Reaching up I tucked the hair behind her ear. She was so damn beautiful. I'd never move on from her. It wasn't possible. I had to find a way to get her back.
Abbi Glines
#57. This is what I know about myself. She was all I wanted. And I took her away.
Sue Monk Kidd
#58. She wondered whether the queen knew. Rowan did. Aedion did. And Arobynn did. He had understood that with Rowan, she was no longer afraid of him; with Rowan, Arobynn was now utterly unnecessary. Irrelevant.
Sarah J. Maas
#59. Because I was very big and she was very small, my mother had a horrible birth when I was born. So she always said: 'I'm never having any more kids!'
Jasmine Guinness
#60. The first thing that happened was that Helen became an invalid - we know now that there was nothing wrong with her, but Livilla had given her the choice of taking to her bed as if she were ill or taking to her bed because she was ill.
Robert Graves
#61. Don't limit a child to your own learning, for she was born in another time.
Rabindranath Tagore
#62. She'd find a way.
She'd be brave and noble, and she'd find a way.
But she wasn't. Eleanor wasn't any of those things. She was just trying to get through the night.
Rainbow Rowell
#63. had decided while she was in bed that she would never speak to her again. But she wanted Marnie to see her. She wanted her to look out of her window and see her down there on the staithe, and remember the mean, cruel thing she had done. If
Joan G. Robinson
#64. She checked herself in the mirror. She was a roadmap of violence.
Simon Wood
#65. I wanted - and still want - to tell my mother's story. She fled Stalin's army in 1944, leaving Latvia, which was to be occupied by the Soviets for the next 50 years, and arrived to the U.S. when she was 11.
Amity Gaige
#66. But in the night he woke and held her tight as though she were all of life and it was being taken from him. He held her feeling she was all of life there was and it was true.
Ernest Hemingway,
#67. Of course I saved you," she said. "I couldn't do without you." And because she was happy and flushed with magic, Holly leaned down and kissed Artemis, magic sparking around the contact like tiny fireworks.
Eoin Colfer
#68. Cinema dominated the Fife coalfield towns. We lived in Lochgelly, but my mum was caught up in Hollywood. She was in love with the style and glamour. Sometimes she would come with me to the cinema in the afternoons, and she would say things like, 'I wouldn't mind a peck with Gregory.'
Kenneth Cranham
#69. And she was *happy*. The kind of happy that smoothed time into still frames.
Victoria Schwab
#70. length of our love. she was your eyes the day i met you. remember, you and i.
Nayyirah Waheed
#71. Jane Austen never did marry. Why doesthat statement call for such reflexive pity? It carries a diferent meaning if we follow it up: Jane Austen never did marry, and therefore she was given the time and perspective to produce books as well-written as those by anyone who ever lived.
-David Whyte
David Whyte
#72. I pretended for a moment_ and only for a moment_ that I was the person she was making room for. That the hand she held up reached for me. That the heart thumping in her chest beat for me and me alone. I allowed myself that split second of weakness.
Brodi Ashton
#73. He thought she was someone who could break the pattern of history. And he was offering to break it with her.
Sharon Cameron
#74. And then she was lying naked beneath the rain and the storm, the angry heavens and Simon of Navarre's golden eyes.
Anne Stuart
#75. It was not often that she was alone like this and she did not like it. When she was alone she had to think and, these days, thoughts were not so pleasant.
Margaret Mitchell
#76. When she was relaxed, Raven was the picture of innocence. When she was feisty, she was sex kitten personified. When she was angry, I worried she would neuter me. Raven was a winning combination.
Bijou Hunter
#77. She was wearing her favorite UK T-shirt that read, I Bleed Blue.
Molly Harper
#78. She was probably having a few murderous thoughts of her own about any woman that touched him. Good, they were making progress.
R.L. Mathewson
#79. Celeste had been raised to be a specific kind of pretty. That beauty depended on covering things up, shifting the light, and seeking to be perfect at all times. But there is a different kind of beauty that comes with humility and honesty, and she was glowing with it now. Maxon
Kiera Cass
#80. His sister liked to think of herself as Lord Tywin with teats, but she was wrong. Their father had been as relentless and implacable as a glacier, where Cercei was all wildfire, especially when thwarted.
George R R Martin
#81. If she wasn't his best friend ...
There really was no point in finishing that thought. She was and it was his job as the man in her life to kick the living shit out of any asshole that hurt her.
R.L. Mathewson
#82. She was mine and not-mine all at once. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and the most terrifying.
Erica Jong
#83. The more she talked that way, the worse I felt. She highlighted my awkwardness, my lack of knowledge about the right things to say and do. I was a blundering adolescent in her eyes, and she was trying to let me down easy.
Daniel Keyes
#84. Sometimes it felt like no one was ever there for her. Everyone thought she was so strong. And she was, for the most part. But that didn't mean she never needed anyone to lean on.
Michelle Madow
#85. She was in love,
but not in love with
someone or something;
she was in love with her
life.
Robert M. Drake
#86. I liked her ... I really liked her. I wanted to protect her. I approached her in a gentle, playful manner, because she's so precious and I wanted to hold her in my arms because she's so carefree. She was my treasure.
Arina Tanemura
#87. It was a rule of secret-keeping, in which she was well-versed: Ask not, lest ye be asked.
Laini Taylor
#88. Eleanor Roosevelt had both her admirers and her detractors. And they admired her and detracted from her for many of the same reasons. People who liked her social activism, who thought that she was calling attention to problems that needed solving, were all for her.
William A. Rusher
#89. If she can be stolen, then she was never yours to begin with. And do not insult my skills or question my ability to come through. I always come through.
J.A. Huss
#90. If she was alive, she would be the rightful heir to the Lunar throne. She could end Levana's reign. She could save them all.
Marissa Meyer
#91. She was witchy, yes, and in charge of a cauldron roiling with ideas and stories, but she always gave the impression that the stories, the ones she wrote and wrote so very well and so wisely, had simply happened, and that all she had done was to hold the pen. (On Diana Wynne Jones)
Neil Gaiman
#92. Blindness is a private matter between a person and the eyes with which he or she was born.
Jose Saramago
#93. She was by far the biggest yearling in the bunch, the biggest many of them could remember, a freak.
Jane Schwartz
#94. Julie looked like she was about to cry and waved her arms. "Whatever. Look, I'm not stupid. I know things! Adult things."
- "Like what?" "Like sex. I know about sex." I just stared at her. I wasn't opening that can of worms.
Ilona Andrews
#95. He would always make her feel too big and too gruff and too shocking; she would forever be trying to watch her words when she was with him. He was not the kind of person who liked her true self, for better or worse.
Anne Tyler
#96. She was floating as the sea of pleasure took her out upon its rising tide and when she became aware of herself again it was to the feel of Zac behind her, supporting her weight by holding her under her arms. (Barely Restrained, 2011)
Brenda Cothern
#97. Love had no end. She was infinite. She was a universe, my universe, and I was hers.
Love had no boundaries, no rules, no favorites.
And no limits.
Emma Scott
#98. Then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before ... and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world.
J.K. Rowling
#99. She made no other moves, but there was tension in her that said she was a lioness that could strike at any moment.
You know, remarks Magnus conversationally, lionesses do all the work while lions sit around.
Richelle Mead
#100. The group of people in front of her was jovial and paid her no attention. The group behind was much the same. She was alone without being alone.
Andre Alexis
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