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She Quotes (page 106)

Virginia Woolf quote: "she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to..."
...she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day. Virginia Woolf
she was beautiful and seemingly quite intelligent, what with her pentameter search system. There wasn't a reason in the world not to find her appealing. Haruki Murakami
She lit the candelabras which stood on the mantelpiece. Placed at the head of the bead, on a side-table, they looked like two burning bushes, their flames solemn and inextinguishable. But beneath that avalanche of light the dead man became hideous: the pale head displayed a whiteness more livid than the bedsheet, ghastly against the cambric of the pillow; pits of shadow were hollowed out under the eyes and his nose was villainously elongated, and even the mouth seemed wicked? his mouth,... Remy de Gourmont
P. G. Wodehouse quote: "She had more curves than a scenic railway"
She had more curves than a scenic railway P. G. Wodehouse
Agatha Christie quote: "She was a lucky woman who had established a happy knack of..."
She was a lucky woman who had established a happy knack of writing what quite a lot of people wanted to read. Agatha Christie
She had no mercy. He looked at her neck and thought how he would like to jab it with the knife he had for his muffin. He knew enough anatomy to make pretty certain of getting the carotid artery. And at the same time he wanted to cover her pale, thin face with kisses. W. Somerset Maugham
She stepped out from among their shifting confusion of lovely lights and shadows. A circle of grass, smooth as a lawn, met her eyes, with dark trees dancing all around it. And then --Oh Joy! For he was there: the huge Lion, shining white in the moonlight, with his huge black shadow underneath him. C. S. Lewis
She was so evidently the victim of the civilization which had produced her, that the links of her bracelet seemed like manacles chaining her to her fate. Edith Wharton
Nicholas Sparks quote: "She leaned into me, and when I closed my eyes, I knew I wanted..."
She leaned into me, and when I closed my eyes, I knew I wanted nothing more than to hold her this way forever. Nicholas Sparks
She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her... Antoine de Saint-Exupery
She used a line from Trollope's Barchester Towers as an epigraph:"There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel. Jeffrey Eugenides
She had always been fond of history, and here [in Rome] was history in the stones of the street and the atoms of the sunshine. Henry James
She had a bracelet on one taper arm, which would fall down over her round wrist. Mr. Thornton watched the replacing of this troublesome ornament with far more attention than he listened to her father. It seemed as if it fascinated him to see her push it up impatiently, until it tightened her soft flesh; and then to mark the loosening—the fall. He could almost have exclaimed—'There it goes, again! Elizabeth Gaskell
She's not talking now," muttered the Rani's aunt, wagging one stick-like finger. "That tiger is throwing his voice."Can no-one get that woman to stop talking?" asked the Rajah of the room."Easier to stop 'em than start 'em," said the tiger, and he dealt with the matter. Neil Gaiman
She thinks of how much more space a being occupies in life that it does in death; how much illusion of size is contained in gestures and movements, in breathing. Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest. Michael Cunningham

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