Top 100 She Wondered Quotes
#1. How could someone possibly be that beautiful? She wondered for the hundred thousandth time. What higher power orchestrated such a perfect union of genes? Who decided that one single solitary soul deserved skin like that? It was so fundamentally unfair.(Chasing Harry Winston)
Lauren Weisberger
#2. Whatever had happened, she wondered, to the concept of reading as entertainment? Now it appeared to be an endurance contest as to how many pages the reader could get through without throwing up.
(Lorinda, chapter 1)
Marian Babson
#3. Still, the food is good." Whenever Tess came to Attman's, she wondered why she wasn't there at least once a week. "Best deli in Baltimore, by my lights.
Laura Lippman
#4. Did you teach him wisdom as well as valor, Ned! She wondered. Did you teach him how to
Kneel! The grave yards of the Seven Kinfdoms are full of brave men who had never learned that lesson.
Cat.
George R R Martin
#5. She wondered if she had grown obsessed with sex. She admitted to thinking about it almost all the time ... "And if I'm not thinking about sex, I'm thinking about death," she added bitterly. "Sometimes both at the same time.
D.M. Thomas
#6. What they prefer to that is to find someone to have power over; someone to own and to bully, to smash and to waste. She wondered if she would ever be in love.
Gwendoline Riley
#7. The night, a living presence, was in constant motion, shifting itself, sighing, breathing. She wondered if perhaps it, too, was trying to get warm.
Laird Koenig
#8. The sound of her phone shocked her out of the dark world that was currently playing in front of her eyes from the book in her lap. She wondered sometimes, why she bothered with books. If she wanted to hallucinate, all she had to do was get up in the morning.
Allie Burke
#9. She wondered why there were only two kinds of weather: hardship in the morning, and tribulation at night.
Colson Whitehead
#10. She thought for an instant of her late parents. She wondered if they would be ashamed of her now - just that question, not its pertinence, no qualifications - the way we always ask it.
Thomas Harris
#11. Her courage was a guise. She wondered if courage always was, or if there were those who truly felt no fear.
Laini Taylor
#12. Scarface, Boxer, and Rambo. She couldn't have gotten Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod? she wondered with a desperate kind of hysteria. Moe, Larry, and Curly? The Three Amigos? Rambo tugged a length of rope out of his hip pocket, handed his rifle to Boxer and grabbed her wrist.
Cindy Gerard
#13. goat. His performance was riveting, bolstered as it was with red, swollen eyes, uncombed hair, trembling hands. Had he begun to rent his clothes in grief, Claudia would not have been surprised. She wondered how long he had rehearsed, or if he had at all.
Laura Belgrave
#14. Watching him with one eye, she wondered if men ever figured out that they were more appealing when they were pursuing their own work than when they were pursuing a woman.
Mary Doria Russell
#15. She wondered if that's what he said whenever people asked him where he was from. 'The front desk.' Then the person would ask, But where is your family from? And Marcus would answer, 'The front desk.
Nina Post
#16. Two lost souls. He'd once called them that. She wondered if they'd stopped being lost when they'd found each other.
J.D. Robb
#17. She wondered whimsically if he wore those spectacles in a vain attempt to keep ladies from fainting at his feet.
Amanda McCabe
#18. He purred the words, as if his tongue was lazy and had all the time in the world to wrap around each and every syllable. She wondered if his tongue would be so thorough on a woman's body.
Blue Kincaid
#19. She wondered what it would be like to be more like Isabelle, so aware of your own feminine power you could wield it as a weapon instead of gazing at it mystified, like someone presented with a housewarming gift they had no idea where to display.
Cassandra Clare
#20. Doctor Mahfouz was always yammering on about how everyone had humanity in them. From Mahlia's experience, the doctor was sliding high, but now, as she looked at this sergeant named Ocho, she wondered if there was some bit of softness in this hard scarred boy that she might be able to work.
Paolo Bacigalupi
#21. She wondered if Hallmark made a card for women like her - "Happy Valentine's Day. One more year celebrating your spinsterhood.
Kathleen Brooks
#23. She wondered what a girl had to do to get her soul condemned.
Anna Durand
#24. Anna watched as Abel walked across the empty schoolyard, she wondered whether there was a limit to desolation or whether it grew endlessly, infinitely. Desolation with a hundred faces and more, desolation of a hundred different kinds and more, like the color blue.
Antonia Michaelis
#25. She grabbed her bag and strode to the front door, able to hear the murmur of the Hudson in the background. She wondered if the house had a water view, or if the trees blocked it. Probably didn't matter to a being who could fly up for a good vantage point.
Nalini Singh
#26. Silently, she wondered whether this was the same desperation, the same impotence that grips many men by their shirts, their T-shirts, their work vests, gripping them equally hard, shaking them and leading them to drink,to beating or the noose. Was this it?
Panashe Chigumadzi
#27. When Teresa was told that she had lost summers, she made a point to curse and weep, but she wondered silently if she hadn't just been handed the divorce equivalent of a Caribbean vacation.
Ann Patchett
#28. She wondered where he escaped from, how bad it was, and how far he traveled before he put it behind him.
Colson Whitehead
#29. She wondered how it was that she'd never truly studied this statistical symbol before: a figure split in two, a pair of empty circles on either side.
Jodi Picoult
#30. Staring at the plaster death figures in the museum window, she wondered what they had been thinking as they curled up to die in the ashes. Probably not: Well, we're Romans! We shouldn't complain!
Rick Riordan
#31. Remember. Oh, remember. How remember moments of forgotten time? Where is the way now (she wondered) through that dark up-spreading wood? Leaf, locust, sunlight in the hollow, all those she had known, all had fled like years. Now silence sounds where no light falls, and she has lost the way.
William Styron
#32. She wondered then if she had ever been on the right track. She had been reticent all her life, because it turned out that her opinions were different from what others expected. 'That proves either that I am an exceptional idiot, or the reverse.
Nuruddin Farah
#33. She felt the depth of her losses before they were realized, and she wondered, Is there still hope? Did she even dare hold on to such a tenuous thing as hope?
Sage Steadman
#34. She wondered what it sounded like when your heart broke. Glass shattering? The thundering roar of falling mountains? Or maybe the squishy rip of a real heart?
Jen Wylie
#35. The first time he wrapped his arms around her and bent his head to caress her lips with his, she was caught by surprise and felt a breathless tingle shoot through her. Was this it, she wondered?
Emily Arden
#36. She wondered, wondered, shuffling back through a fat deckful of days which seemed (wouldn't she be first to admit it?) more or less identical, or all pointing the same way subtly like a conjurer's deck, any odd one readily clear to a trained eye.
Thomas Pynchon
#37. But was falling such a bad thing, she wondered. Was it, perhaps better to see the top of the mountain, even if only for a moment, than never to even try? Or was it that the higher you allow yourself to climb, the further you have to come crashing down to earth?
Gemma Malley
#38. She wondered that hope was so much harder then despair.
Patricia Briggs
#39. She wondered how to un-know certain things, certain specific things that she knew but did not wish to know
Arundhati Roy
#40. So sometimes she wondered, in a distracted sort of way, where she was when she wasn't here, but mostly her needs were too sudden and pressing for any extended contemplation, and she simply fulfilled what needed to be fulfilled, did what needed to be done.
Stephen King
#41. You're practically begging for it, aren't you?" he murmured.
"No."
His chuckle rasped over her senses. "I like begging, Reagan."
"I'm not going to beg."
He was silent for a moment, his fingers still playing, and she wondered if she'd said the wrong thing. Then he said softly, "Damn.
Kelly Jamieson
#42. And she wondered if it were possible to love someone enough to die from it. If it were possible to love someone enough that time and distance and death were of no concern.
Sarah J. Maas
#43. She wondered again about her inclination to wish for things that made her so deeply unhappy.
Ann Brashares
#44. Could that technique, she wondered, be legitimately referred to as a "parassault"?
Gail Carriger
#45. She wondered if it ever occurred to those people to ask themselves why it mattered.
Anonymous
#46. Sometimes she wished she were a little kid again. Everything was so simple then. Now she never knew when she was going to find out something terrible, something she didn't want to know. Sometimes her jaw ached in the morning. She wondered if Princess Elizabeth's jaw ever ached.
Judy Blume
#47. All she remembered was that Caligula had planned to torture his wife to find out why he was so devoted to her. What was David's excuse, she wondered.
Edward St. Aubyn
#48. Oh how she wondered, what she looked like to him, in his alien innocence.
Michel Faber
#49. I'm not consciously hiding anything.' After Ruth said that she wondered whether it was true. Then again, who revealed everything - the irritation, the fears? How tiresome that would be.
Amy Tan
#50. The lightest touch might keep Mary there, rooted in this frozen alley. Instead, she stretched out her hand to the worn red ribbon in Doll's wig. Was it the same one, she wondered, the first one, the ribbon the child Mary had set her eyes and heart on at the Seven Dials, three long years ago?
Emma Donoghue
#51. She didn't quite know how to translate faces; so she wondered about Jerry, but that's all she could do.
Abby Slovin
#52. Was that how he'd died, she wondered, among dreams, crushed by the only ikon in the house?
Thomas Pynchon
#53. So, thought Peace, there was a wall around his heart and she wondered whether she should hoist up her skirt and scale that wall, but she knew she didn't have the right shoes on for that sort of climb because hers were too sensible for a man like Drake.
Sarah Winman
#54. She didn't like the way he was right. How she listened. She wondered if there was any difference between how she listened to him and how Arin listened to his god.
Marie Rutkoski
#55. She wondered if a person could be powerful, but inside be broken into pieces, and shaking, all the time.
Kristin Cashore
#56. And most of all she wondered about the man at the next table whose voice was like ... like a dream which she did not know that she had dreamed.
Susan Glaspell
#57. Clary's eyes widened. She wondered if she was about to be broken up with. If so, she would have a thing or two to say to Jace about his timing, after she drowned him in the lake.
Cassandra Clare
#58. The world could be as small as it was cruel. She wondered at God sometimes, his schemes, his plans, his plots, his sense of order. Maybe he was just like the Bible - beautiful and overwritten and redundant and badly in need of editing.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
#59. Doesn't anyone ever call you that, among all your many nicknames?' she wondered as they walked back through to the hall. 'Call me what?' '"Lightning" Strike?
Robert Galbraith
#60. 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
#61. Then she said she wondered if she really loved me or not. I, of course, couldn't enlighten her as to that. And, after another silence, she murmured something about my being "a queer fellow." "And I daresay that's why I love you," she added. "But maybe that's why one day I'll come to hate you.
Albert Camus
#62. Her thoughts had flown outward darting and dipping with the hummingbird moths that flocked by the thousands over head,as she wondered, with a wild ,timpani heart where her angel had gone.
Laini Taylor
#63. To Sara's practised eye, this latest episode looked something like a broken heart, even if she'd never seen the look on him before. Or even imagined it happening. She wondered if he'd noticed yet.
Manna Francis
#64. When she returned to her cabin, Dr.Gabriel was already there examining Sterling's back. Sterling lay on his stomach, on her bunk, his eyes closed. She wondered if he was sleeping. She doubted it. He was probably unconscious. Or perhaps he'd closed his eyes in order to hide what he was feeling.
Jade Parker
#65. Loeanneth, so greedy and bold. She wondered
Kate Morton
#66. She wondered if it was her stupid mother, the goddess of love, messing with her thoughts. If Piper started getting urges to read fashion magazines, she was going to have to find Aphrodite and smack her.
Rick Riordan
#67. She wondered why things always took longer than you wanted them to take, unless you wanted them to take a lot longer - then they didn't take nearly long enough. Time sucked.
J.D. Robb
#68. As she reached for the plates, she wondered if her life could get any weirder. Her life savings had been handed over to a band of South American guerrillas, she had a phony engagement to a famous football player, she was homeless and jobless, and she was making breakfast for Mad Jack Patriot.
Susan Elizabeth Phillips
#69. He had the prettiest hair she had ever seen on a man: dark brown, almost black, and soft like sable, it fell down to his shoulders. She wondered what he'd do if she threw some mud in it. Probably kill her.
Ilona Andrews
#70. It was their seventeenth kiss (her brain interface was keeping a tally, somewhat against her will), and she wondered if she would ever get used to this feeling.
Marissa Meyer
#71. She wondered what he'd make of the murder. "Well, well," he would say, "veddy bad. But would it be better if we did not know about it? No. Certainly not. And if we know, must we not do something about it? Certainly. If only to pray.
Mary Anne Kelly
#73. She wondered why no one saw through her disguise. Perhaps people could see only what they expected, what fit inside their vision, as if human vision came in precut shapes more narrow than the world itself, and this allowed her to hide in plain sight.
Carolina De Robertis
#74. She wondered whether the world's problems might be solved by access to the stars. Or simply exported.
Jack McDevitt
#75. She wondered how it would feel to be beautiful and have it taken away. How much harder would it be than never knowing what it felt like in the first place?
Amy Harmon
#76. She wondered if she'd taken the first step on the road away from her dreams. What scared her was how easy it had been to do it.
Matthew Thomas
#77. To Severine, his expression was blank. Spotless and clean. She wondered what it'd be like to create a mess in his eyes, to leave an imprint.
Calia Read
#78. She wondered what he really saw when he looked at her. God, she hoped she didn't look like his mother or anything. That would be veering into a Hitchcock shower scene that she really didn't want to be the star of.
Jane Cousins
#79. She wondered whether the books she loved consoled her precisely because they were the manifestations of her own isolation.
Rachel Cusk
#80. She wondered what it said about her spiritual fitness that her clearest messages from the Almighty seemed to come from the alternative rock station.
Julia Spencer-Fleming
#81. She wondered if she was doomed to be one of those people who spend their lives trying things.
David Nicholls
#82. A policewoman, State, in a white paper hazmat suit, half unzipped, was standing in the middle of Porter, eating a pulled-pork sandwich. Flynne liked her haircut. Wondered if Tommy did. Then she wondered where you got a pulled-pork sandwich, this time of night.
William Gibson
#83. She wondered if this was true of every parent: if, prior to having children, they all used to be someone else.
Jodi Picoult
#84. She wondered why she had never noticed that she did not know his name and why she had never asked him. Perhaps because she had known everything she had to know about him from that first glance.
Ayn Rand
#85. She wondered, faintly, if it was immoral to raise children in the habit of hope. Was it not, in the end, all the harder for them to adjust to the reality of how the world worked?
Gregory Maguire
#86. She wondered if she was going mad. It felt like a decision she could make. One small step over an invisible line and she could choose lunacy.
Liane Moriarty
#87. Was it always to be like this? she wondered. A moment of joy followed by a new sorrow?
Soheir Khashoggi
#88. She wondered where this courage had come from, to speak to him so frankly. From Winterfell, she thought. I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell.
George R R Martin
#89. With a smile, she wondered at how almost everyone could say they had a secret bond with the moon.
Lisa Rusczyk Hazard
#90. She felt tears dripping down her cheeks, and she wondered if anyone would ever miss her if she simply sat here, drinking coffee for days and days, years and years.
Hila Colman
#91. Sometimes she wondered if she was doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past, since she'd trained herself not to look back at it.
Cinda Williams Chima
#92. Hatred had invaded her entire being; every cell in her body had hatred in it. She wondered if everyone could smell it on her. It smelled like death and coffee, like lilies and dirt, and it permeated her.
R.L. Griffin
#93. She wondered how she would feel to be a married woman. It would be the end of her life, she decided, if life was a time of choices.
Neil Gaiman
#94. She liked to hear people tell stories. The saddest ones were the best. She wondered if that meant anything at all.
Marilynne Robinson
#95. And I specialize in fixing things up and restoring them to their former glory.
She wondered if that talent extended to humans, maybe even humans who never really had a former glory.
Jill Shalvis
#96. The language of Cat's generation was far harder than that of her own, and more pithily correct: in their terms, he was a hunk. But why, she wondered, should anybody actually want a hunk, when non-hunks were so much more interesting?
Alexander McCall Smith
#97. All the same, she wondered if they did know what she thought and felt, if they knew without knowing, in that way the Irish were so adept at doing.
Benjamin Black
#98. Was it genes or magick? she wondered. But then, for some, one was the same as the other
Nora Roberts
#99. Phineas gave Abigail an encouraging smile. "Chillax, dudette. He didn't want to bite you."
She wondered if she'd overreacted. "He didn't?"
"Naw." Phineas smirked. "He just wanted to jump your bones.
Kerrelyn Sparks
#100. She wondered if you could love someone too much. If you could it wasn't fair. People didn't have a chance. Love was all you had in the end. It was like sleep, like clean water. When you fell off the world there was still love because love made the world. That's what she believed. That's how it was.
Tim Winton
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