She Was There Quotes

#1. It's funny. I thought she'd live through anything."
Charlie said, "Me too. I figured even if there was a nuclear war, it would still leave radioactive cockroaches and your mum.

Neil Gaiman

#2. What she most liked about their friendship was how much space there was for silence[.]

Naomi Jackson

#3. You don't seem the type to endorse the obscure dictates of polite society," she noted, thinking that he only played at being a gentlemen. There was something rather rebellious about him.

Elizabeth Cole

#4. If she's going to win, we need a plan." Her smile was diabolical, and I grinned with her. I'd never met anyone as organized as these girls. If I had them, there was no way I could lose.

Kiera Cass

#5. There was no light in their rooms save that of the silver moon through the bars, and the occasional passage of a lamp by the attendant walking the halls. She could not see the color of his eyes, only the wet gleam of them.

Christina Henry

#6. Sometimes Drusilla forgot she was really there, a tangible creature and not some ghost of a memory, drifting about the world, only observing.

Christopher Golden

#7. 6And while they were there, the time came for her to give birth. 7And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.

Anonymous

#8. The bay was bright blue today, the hard fierce blue of a gas flame. If there was fog rolling in - and there must be, given the insistence of those horns - she couldn't see it from here.

Armistead Maupin

#9. But when he looked at her - and she looked at him - they both knew that there was something worse than kissing the wrong person. It was wanting to.

Kristin Hannah

#10. I was brought up as an only child, and we were very close. But when I was 14, we got evicted. We came home to a padlock, and I looked up at my mom and she was crying, and there was nothing to do.

Dwayne Johnson

#11. The dowager rose and slipped from her pew. There was the sound of tearing silk as she threw up her arms to embrace her son. Then:
"Oh, Rupert, darling," she exclaimed in tones of theatrical despair, "don't you see? The game's up!

Eva Ibbotson

#12. How could a person be clumsy, just standing? And yet she felt she was, as clumsy as one of those blocks of boxwood being seasoned there, unshaped, indelicate.

Margo Lanagan

#13. She discovered, despite what people may imagine, having nothing to lost is a lot like having nothing. (But there was something to lose, even at this point, something huge to lose, and that was why this unknown, homeless state never resembled freedom.)

Dana Spiotta

#14. There was a young lady of Lynn. Who was so uncommonly thin That when she essayed To drink lemonade, She slipped through the straw and fell in.

Catherine Coulter

#15. She said several times that Malcollm was a fiend who was determined to destroy his children, and that I was the devil incarnate helping him. She hoped we would both rot in hell. (I thought devils and fiends might flourish there, actually.)

Dick Francis

#16. The HISPANIOLA still lay where she had anchored; but, sure enough, there was the Jolly Roger
the black flag of piracy
flying from her peak.

Robert Louis Stevenson

#17. I'd always thought there was something wrong with me," he confessed. "I thought I was wrong to want this."
And she knew he wasn't weeping because of the sadness or shock, but because all babies cry when they're born.
Nora & Michael

Tiffany Reisz

#18. She said all a body would have to do there [Heaven] was to go around all day long with a harp and sing, forever and ever.

Mark Twain

#19. We were very happy' - it was such a pleasure to voice these things, she wished there were more words. 'Very happy

Rachel Joyce

#20. The only beautiful thing in the whole country was the queen, and she had sold herself into a marriage with the Eddisian Thief, the very one whose hand she had cut off. There was a match made in hell.

Megan Whalen Turner

#21. She'd just walked into heaven. And her grandmother was right there, in every scent.
Sugary and sweet.
Herby and sharp.
Yeasty and fresh.

Sarah Addison Allen

#22. As wretched as she was, she wanted Harry to be miserable, too. And yet, she was aware of an underlying sense of sadness. Theirs may have been the first war in which there were no winners, only losers.

Sharon Kay Penman

#23. My mom and I have always been really close. She's always been the friend that was always there.

Taylor Swift

#24. If there was one thing she was learning from all this, it was how easy it was to lose everything you had always thought you'd have forever.

Cassandra Clare

#25. There were two things about the plan that worried Sidra: the breach of Pepper's privacy, and the part that could kill Sidra if she did it wrong. The rest of it was easy. They

Becky Chambers

#26. She had never expected anything special to just happen to her. Her plan for life was to get out there and make special things happen, which was a much more sensible plan from a probability point of view.

Lev Grossman

#27. Everyone seemed to think that violence was an acceptable risk and a foregone conclusion for prostitutes, call girls and streetwalkers alike. There was almost an air of, well, what did she expect? What did she expect, indeed? To be allowed to live?

Jeannette De Beauvoir

#28. And finally she had sobbed the only truth there was into her mother's shoulder, the only explanation: the Tucks were her friends. She had done it because - in spite of everything, she loved them.

Natalie Babbitt

#29. She'd made her choice when he asked for her hand and she'd offered it without question. Once he touched her, she knew she was his. Afterward, he had always been there in the shadows, like a ghost who would not leave. And now the ghost had decided that he wanted her.

Sylvain Reynard

#30. In times when nothing stood / but worsened, or grew strange / there was one constant good: / she did not change.

Philip Larkin

#31. couple of small suites, all nicely furnished. There was a small sitting area with a gas fireplace, lush carpeting and deep leather chairs. She tiptoed in, enjoying

Ana Meadows

#32. She had already contacted her Peacemaker to ensure that everything there was as it should be. Ironholgs had spat and buzzed as if annoyed at being disturbed, but all was well. She yearned to be back in the ship, alone.

Tim Lebbon

#33. Mai whispers, "Why did she have to leave? When she was there, I knew where I had her; she was safe."
"You of all people," Nicholas says, "should know that freedom is more important than being safe.

E.J. Squires

#34. There was no more meaningless phrase in all of language than "Cheer up!" The only way to get someone to cheer up was to help them forget, and saying "cheer up" had quite the opposite effect, only reminding the person why he or she was depressed in the first place.

Koji Suzuki

#35. The sky was something she'd so often dreamed of while the hoo-ha of the Sunday service carried on around her. There seemed to her infinitely more God to be found by staring up at the never-ending universe than by looking glumly around a building of bricks and stone.

Ali Shaw

#36. There was this one lady in Colorado who made us something ceramic, where it could have been either a ring holder or a bowl cleaner. She was just like, "Here you go." And we were both like, "Oh my god! Thank yoooou!"

Ilana Glazer

#37. We both were there, but alone. "Bye," she said and left; I was alone; again, one more time.

Vikrmn

#38. She knew what he had in mind.
He'll propose in Scotland on my birthday.
There was no doubt as to what her answer would be.

Jana Oliver

#39. Amanda knew she was lucky to have a friend like Laura, somebody who was always there to back her up. It made it easier to be brave, easier to do the right thing.

Annette Cascone

#40. It was the comfort of knowing that she was not quite so strange, that there were other people who found delight in private challenges and quiet lives. People who lived in their thoughts as much as in the real, physical world.

Daphne Kalotay

#41. There was something in her attitude, in her whole appearance when she leaned her head against the high-backed chair and spread her arms, which suggested the regal woman, the one who rules, who looks on, who stands alone.

Kate Chopin

#42. If things had been different, she would be in Carolyn's place right now. She didn't want that sort of existence, but there was something so attractive about the security of feeling like you had stopped moving toward your life, and actually arrived.

J. Courtney Sullivan

#43. Cosette was not very timid by nature. There flowed in her veins some of the blood of the bohemian and the adventuress who runs barefoot. It will be remembered that she was more of a lark than a dove. There was a foundation of wildness and bravery in her

Victor Hugo

#44. I feel so alone," she said. "You don't realize how much space someone takes up until they're gone and there's too much emptiness. This place never echoed before. Now it does." She was mystified.

Faith Sullivan

#45. She saw signs of another village in the distance - she smelled smoke and saw the faint glow of something like civilization. But there was nothing for her there. She had to go get Jack now, and anyway, she was safer out here with the wolves.

Anne Ursu

#46. As she shuffled back, he glanced down at the tent between his legs. Christ, that goddamn thing in there was huge; he looked like he had another arm in his pants.

J.R. Ward

#47. Julian was a part of that, the beginning of battle and the cold of the middle of it and the fierceness of the fighting. There was nothing she wanted to look at more in the moments before a battle than his face. Nothing that made her feel more fully at home in herself, more like a Shadowhunter.

Cassandra Clare

#48. Long ago she'd learned that facing reality was inevitable. She could skulk about, trying to avoid it or pretending it wasn't there. But in the end, reality always found her. And its finding her seemed a
harsher blow than if she'd faced the situation straight on from the very start.

Tamera Alexander

#49. She decided to be quiet for now. There was a Yamani saying: "You need never unsay anything that you did not say in the first place.

Tamora Pierce

#50. When she was in Djibouti and I was in Aden, and I used to go and see her for twenty-four hours, she managed to multiply the misunderstandings between us until there were exactly sixty minutes before I had to leave; sixty minutes, just long enough to make you feel the seconds passing one by one.

Jean-Paul Sartre

#51. She was not busy dying, and there is no detritus of care, she was simply busy living, and then she was gone. She

Max Porter

#52. She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind?

Cornelia Funke

#53. YOU SHOULD KILL THEM. Vin looked up as she heard a pair of guards pass the door to her cell. There was one good thing about Ruin's voice - it tended to warn her when people were nearby, even if it did always tell her to kill them.

Brandon Sanderson

#54. You're unbelievable," he said in a low voice, and it wasn't a compliment. "It amazes me that there was ever a time I thought you needed toughening up."
"Would you prefer someone more ... helpless?"
Even Lucy had to admit that she had pushed him too far.

Lisa Kleypas

#55. Males and females are unique and different, because their brains are different. There's not a limitation on girls. My grandmother was very strong, and so was my mother. She also knew what it meant to be a woman and wife and was very successful at it.

James Dobson

#56. There was nothing she would ever change about him , except for who he thought she was.

R.J. Groves

#57. She sat there, with her feet in the water, not doing a thing, and all I could think was that this woman had changed my life. She'd changed the very universe I lived in - not by her actions or words, but with the curl of her lips as she smiled and the light in her eyes when she gazed upon mine.

Helen Cooper

#58. She was astonished, and at the same time she knew. There were many things in life like that. You couldn't imagine it, and then it happened and you couldn't really imagine it hadn't.

Ann Brashares

#59. There was something facile and shallow about male beauty, she thought.

William Boyd

#60. She had died and joined the Marine Corps. Or was God an aging general? Either way, she knew it couldn't be heaven 'cause there was no chocolate.

Clare Dargin

#61. Israel knew that there was no greater gift than to be given God's name, but that gift was a frightening reality that threatened to consume her. Israel, who would be tempted by the idolatrous presumption she possessed God's name, rightly never forgot she could not say God's name.

Stanley Hauerwas

#62. Because if there was one thing Cress knew about heroes, it was that they could not resist a damsel in distress.
And she was nothing if not in distress.

Marissa Meyer

#63. An introverted person obviously affected by her past. Lived alone, had no sex life, had difficulty getting close to people. Kept her distance, and when she let loose there was no restraint. She chose a stranger for a lover.

Stieg Larsson

#64. Jupiter was a chilly, dark and unfriendly tract of land in which no hope lingered, only despair. There she woke up in an oval dungeon.

J.M.K. Walkow

#65. This man took my last son. No one could claim my hurt, or my anger. No one could have a greater claim on this one's life." Her voice was tight and fierce. She patted Ray's arm. "There's been enough killing down here. We have to find a way to live without the killing.

Robert Crais

#66. The owner's wife gave me a container of chicken soup and a quart of rice pudding to take home. She was a broad, solid woman with thick arms and legs. She swiped vigorously at the stain on my coat with a wad of dampened paper towel, and I remembered Pegeen then: There's always someone nice.

Alice McDermott

#67. It's so good to see you," she whispered privately in the midst of the crowd. When she held him, there was no crowd, there was only him. There was always only him in her heart and soul.

Terry Goodkind

#68. I'm not there, she thought. I'm not there. I'm nowhere. She felt the world go dark with sudden exclusion and she was beating her wings against the door of the dark but no one opened the door; indeed, no one heard.

Janet Frame

#69. Inej's mother and father might still shed tears for the daughter they'd lost, but if Inej died tonight, there would be no one to grieve for the girl she was now.

Leigh Bardugo

#70. In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent.

Joseph Conrad

#71. holy scripture was believed to justify her subordination and explain her inferiority; for even as a copy she was not a very good copy. There were differences. She was not one of His best efforts. There is a line in an old folk song that runs: 'I called my donkey a

Elaine Morgan

#72. My mom's Brazilian, so she and I definitely grew up with different perspectives. I was born in America, and she's from Brazil, so we have different ways of doing things. There's a bit of culture clash there.

Maiara Walsh

#73. She wanted to have him hold her and tell her all the demons were pretend, that there was no monster in her closet, that everything would be okay. But that was a lie. The demon was in her head, telling her she was too fat. She had to get the demon out. But she couldn't do it by herself.

Jackie Morse Kessler

#74. It suddenly seemed to Laurel that all the absences in her own life, every loss and sadness, every nightmare in the dark, every unexplained melancholy, took the shadowy form of the same unanswered question, something that had been there since she was sixteen years old - her mother's unspoken secret.

Kate Morton

#75. 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

#76. 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

#77. This time he shouted a little more loudly, and his heart began to beat a little more quickly. It was foolish, of course. There was no chance she could have got lost here.

John Ajvide Lindqvist

#78. There was no reply. That in itself was encouraging. They trudged on, Luke stealing admiring glances at her when she wasn't looking.

Alan Dean Foster

#79. She was looking at him from under level brows; her face was grave and open, and there had fallen upon it the shadow of that unreasoning responsibility which is at the bottom of the most frivolous woman, the maternal watch which is as old as the world.

G.K. Chesterton

#80. She said his music was tuned to the biggest music there ever was, the music of the stars.

Kurt Vonnegut

#81. But here, surrounded by friends who wanted her, she recognized for the first time that there was only one voice that truly mattered. Only one she had to listen to. Her own.

Jennifer Donnelly

#82. But what I liked the best was that, while the room giggled at her request, she didn't duck her head or blush or think to ask for something else. She wanted what she wanted.
There was something charming about that.

Kiera Cass

#83. The governess was not much liked in the village. She was too tall, too fond of books, too grave, and, a curious thing, never smiled unless there was something to smile at.

Susanna Clarke

#84. He was lying there on his death bed, and he asked for her as his last wish.
She came with tears in her eyes. He held her hand and said with a smile," I wish I died daily", And then a flat line.

Nishikant

#85. Of her own experience she had no memory of the thing happening; but in her instinct, which was the experience of all mothers of wolves, there lurked a memory of fathers that had eaten their new-born and helpless progeny.

Jack London

#86. What was he doing with her? How on earth could he love her? But he did. Or, at least, she made him feel sick, sad, and distracted. Perhaps there was another way of describing that unique and useless combination of feelings, but "love" would have to do for now.

Nick Hornby

#87. There was a point when I was very young where I remember talking with my mom about going to drama school and this was maybe when I was 8, 9, 10 years old - and she knew that I was also academically very capable, and she steered me in another direction.

Carmen Ejogo

#88. But then, with whatever time she had left, until life was taken from her, Neema would touch more pages; she would encounter there more of those far-flung sisters; she would listen to them whisper the unuttered words of her heart.

Masha Hamilton

#89. [Her father] never minded when there was nothing to shoot, and she never minded when there was. The harsh crack of the rifle and the limp rabbits and doves were the practical cost of the joy of those mornings.

Sonja Yoerg

#90. Someone has broken your heart. I knew there was something about you. That's it, isn't it?'
A little," Sara said, suddenly self-conscious.
I'm sorry.'
It happens." She shrugged, straining for nonchalance.
Maybe,' he said. 'But if it's your destiny, what can you do but accept it.

Jennifer Vandever

#91. There were musicians that influenced me, but they weren't all women. Teena Marie was a big influence because she wrote and produced her own music, which let me know that women could write and produce their own music, which was an empowering moment for me.

Queen Latifah

#92. Now she had no choice about what she had to do. What she would do to protect Dorian. It was what she'd realized last night: she did have someone left - one friend. And there was nothing she wouldn't do to keep him safe.

Sarah J. Maas

#93. Perhaps that was the reason she felt so hemmed in. Islands were places in between; places neither here nor there, but rather places on the way somewhere. That was how she felt. Not settled.

Kimberley Freeman

#94. She wanted to give him toast. The sort that had melted butter and a bit of honey spread on top. It was a stupid thought, but there was something comforting about toast.

Heather Dixon

#95. Nature abhors a vacuum. At the very least, though, she felt that now there was nothing for her to hate.

Haruki Murakami

#96. She wondered what she would do or say if someone walked through the archway, but it was night, and the nights here were very long. There was room in them.

James S.A. Corey

#97. I'm sorry that I hurt you."
"You didn't hurt me." There was a long pause on the phone. Then she said,"You are going to hurt from this longer than I ever will. It's true that I didn't know what kind of Indian you were. But what hurts me most is to know what kind of man.

Tony D'Souza

#98. Before taking her into the library, my wife told me she was an old friend in a marriage crisis. A fatuous lie; at her age there are no crises left in marriage, only acceptance and extraction. (General Villiers)

Robert Ludlum

#99. There was an old lady who lived in a shoe. She had so many kids ... her uterus fell out!

Andrew Dice Clay

#100. Whoopi Goldberg looked like me, she had hair like mine, she was dark like me. I'd been starved for images of myself. I'd grown up watching a lot of American TV. There was very little Kenyan material, because we had an autocratic ruler who stifled our creative expression.

Lupita Nyong'o