100 Quotes About Women S Fiction

Do you think we can be friends?” I asked. He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend. Priya Ardis

Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.” British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you. Priya Ardis

I noticed him right away. No, it wasn’t his lean, rugged face. Or the dark waves of shiny hair that hung just a little too long on his forehead. It wasn’t the slim, collarless biker jacket he wore, hugging his lean shoulders. It was the way he stood. The confident way he waited in the cafeteria line to get a slice of pizza. He didn’t saunter. He didn’t amble. He stood at the center, and let the other people buzz around him. His stance was straight and sure. . Priya Ardis

I had waited so long to touch him. I was like a kid in a candy store. I backed him into the cabinets and pressed myself against his lean body. Gabe was breathing hard and he grinned.“ Goodness, Purdie Magee.”"What?" I said." I'm a little surprised." I took his hands into my own and kissed his palms then his fingers. I placed his hands on my hips and pushed a little harder against the part of him that made us significantly different and he took it from there. Rhonda Tibbs

The door wasn’t closing. Shiloh’s spirit opened up as she considered the possibilities. Stacy Hawkins Adams

You know how sometimes you remember a place you once loved, a movie you’ve enjoyed, only to be disappointed when you return to that place or see that movie for a second time? Well, it wasn’t disappointing. She sounds exactly as I remember her–and there is still something so warm and caring about her that it is difficult to hate her for how she abandoned us. Christina Westover

It was an interesting night. I’d never been to a non- Jewish wedding, and Phelan assured me that this one was not the norm. The bride and groom got pissed as newts–he ended up passed out, sprawled face down in his own vomit, while she did the cancan on the bridal table, flashing something old, which apparently was nothing new. Paula Houseman

A Jewish woman in exile in the 1930s is an antihero. Unknown

Bringing you 'raisins and almonds' and words (from a Yiddish lullaby Rona Simmons

Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s ch Priya Ardis

After everything is said and done, a memory remains a treacherous thing… How long does one cling on to the people they’ve lost? How long could I have remembered my grandfather? How long had it been since I forgotten him and my mind began harbouring other things? Kanza Javed

Terri had already gotten her panties into a bunch just from one little phone call, so he knew coming at her too much too fast would be more trouble than it was worth. He couldn’t exactly beat her into submission, not right away anyway. Although he did enjoy seeing her get all riled up. Nothing tugged at a man’s heartstrings like a pair of mascara smeared eyes. Randy from Spring Cleaning-- Coming Summer 2012 . Brandi Salazar

I couldn't shake Zander's beady red eyes or the noise of his pounding wings behind us. His hot breath and foul stench reached for us, but couldn't catch us as we soared above liquid green fields in the Realm Beyond. Dianne Bright

You are Zyon's daughter. You are a soul reader. This trip is more than just a vacation, " Jadan said firmly. "You might feel like postponing it now, but we need to look for the medallion while we are in that region. Joe will keep an eye on everything. Plus, your mom will know what to do. I can even call for backup. Dianne Bright

Jadan's kiss on my forehead wasn't that big of a deal, something that a boy would have done at a junior high dance or how a friend would say goodbye before a long trip. But it felt like more. It seemed like he wanted more." ---Jennifer Mills Dianne Bright

Death. Life. They are in the air, the water, the earth, and the fire that surround us. They co-mingle like a dance of weeping and rejoicing. The joy and pain become one. We are of a dualistic nature." ---Jennifer Mills Dianne Bright

The magical gem bracelet, in all of its yellow beauty, was out of its league. My mind and heart couldn't slow down." --- Jennifer Mills Dianne Bright

I mind-melded the details trapped inside my head since it felt easier than talking, which surprised me." -- Jennifer Mills from Soul Reader by: Dianne Bright Dianne Bright

Their blissfully soft texture calmed me but alerted me at the same time. I couldn't explain the gentle spark of light that dripped off the edges. And of course, the aqua trim felt way too familiar. Dianne Bright

I don't watch reality TV, my reality is tough enough. Alisa Steinberg

The kindest thing you can offer an author is a review and a star rating. So appreciated. THE GOLDEN PEACOCK has had a successful 5-star run on Goodreads and on Amazon. Thank you! ” Lauren B. Grossman Lauren B. Grossman

Ebb and flow, ebb and flow, our lives. Is that why we're fascinated by the steadfastness of stars? The water reaches my calves. I begin the story of the Pleiades, women transformed into birds so Swift and bright that no man could snare them. Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

But inside loss there can be gain, too, like the small silver spider Bela had discovered one dewy morning, curled asleep at the center of a rose. Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Would you like to come in?" I said. My hands were sweaty. Inside my chest an ocean heaved and crashed and heaved again." I would, " he said. I saw his Adam's apple jerk as he swallowed. "Thank you." I was distracted by that thank you. We had moved past the language of formality long ago. It was strange to relearn it with each other. Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Sex was the main component of her thoughts now. But love - and her desperate longing for it - had vanished from her heart like a migraine after a painkiller. Augustine Sam

No girl can forget the day she lost her virginity, or the circumstance that led to it Augustine Sam

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Humph! A text message that said, ‘What’s up, sexy?’ You call that setting a mood? Love making takes place long before the bedroom– N. Wood Lane

When reading dies, the imagination soon follows. Ronnie Ray Jenkins

While I stood on the front porch, watching him climb into his vehicle, I breathed in the humid air. I looked at the cloudless sky, and the blue vastness of it made me think about the endless opportunities that lay ahead for me. Life, I knew, was going to be different now… better. I was going to live for today and for the future. Dear past… thank you for the lessons. Dear future… I am ready. Debra Kay

Men and women in their very essence -in their souls if you wish- have natural parity. (...) This was a relatively new idea at the time [of Shakespeare]. It ran counter to the teaching in the Bible -Eve's being made out of Adam's rib to be his helpmate -which was the basis for the idea, held for so long, that women do not have souls of their own but are dependent on their fathers' and husbands' . Tina Packer

She [Cressida] knows it is men's sexual desire that makes women "angels" before they have been able to possess them; once possessed, women are "things" [Troilus and Cressida I.2, 225-28, 233-34]. Tina Packer

They were from different generations, culture, nations. But even these things did not divide them so much as their separate conceptions of what it meant to be a woman. Patricia Duncker

Does rough weather choose men over women? Does the sun beat on men, leaving women nice and cool?' Nyawira asked rather sharply. 'Women bear the brunt of poverty. What choices does a woman have in life, especially in times of misery? She can marry or live with a man. She can bear children and bring them up, and be abused by her man. Have you read Buchi Emecheta of Nigeria, Joys of Motherhood? Tsitsi Dangarembga of Zimbabwe, say, Nervous Conditions? Miriama Ba of Senegal, So Long A Letter? Three women from different parts of Africa, giving words to similar thoughts about the condition of women in Africa.''I am not much of a reader of fiction, ' Kamiti said. 'Especially novels by African women. In India such books are hard to find.'' Surely even in India there are women writers? Indian women writers?' Nyawira pressed. 'Arundhati Roy, for instance, The God of Small Things? Meena Alexander, Fault Lines? Susie Tharu. Read Women Writing in India. Or her other book, We Were Making History, about women in the struggle! '' I have sampled the epics of Indian literature, ' Kamiti said, trying to redeem himself. 'Mahabharata, Ramayana, and mostly Bhagavad Gita. There are a few others, what they call Purana, Rig-Veda, Upanishads … Not that I read everything, but …''I am sure that those epics and Puranas, even the Gita, were all written by men, ' Nyawira said. 'The same men who invented the caste system. When will you learn to listen to the voices of women? . Unknown

Besides, love is only a feeling. Christina Westover

The woman looked out at the madness of the world and dared to hope. Her eyes were burning coals of stars. Rivera Sun

Less is Moor. Sophie Moor

I like the sounds of words. Words are very enjoyable. I like words because they are... seductive. And I like words because they can contain... fantasies. James Lusarde

As their figures recede, it strikes Filsan as ironic that they had delayed fleeing so they could take as many of their possessions as possible, but now those very possessions prevent their flight. Nadifa Mohamed

Even in death, her mother was winning. Noorilhuda

Aurora, you're a child, live like one, don't act like one. Enjoy the innocence, dump the immaturity. Noorilhuda

She had to save herself from every last one of them. All of them, the people at the orphanage, the foster care system, the middle school, they were all outsiders and strangers and a possible threat..... The counselor couldn't prove otherwise. Noorilhuda

He also knew the language of The Klingons, but the army had no use for it. Noorilhuda

The list of lifesavers left him numb, clueless - the action, indifferent. Noorilhuda

How do you circumvent a mind bent upon lying to get away from the truth? Noorilhuda

If you can get to be you, why can't I get to be me? Noorilhuda

I ask you, what would you do if you could erase one bad memory and retain all that was beautiful in your life? Would you not move heaven and earth - and get loads of therapy - to have that? Noorilhuda

What I've always taken away from his words is the sense that we all have something that confines us, that seeks to define us, label us, belittling us in the process, shortchanging our potential. Can it be that that is our sanctuary, our refuge, our way to liberty? Noorilhuda

He wrote to his father every day. His platoon called his dad a girlfriend. Noorilhuda

Reality runs the risk of spoiling things, don't you think? The fantasy is often better. That's where the soul is fulfilled. Reality struggles to fulfil the soul, that's why we're often so unhappy. But fantasy is the world of the soul... James Lusarde

I only have secrets that keep you safe, Darlin Unknown

If you are what you eat, then why aren’t you what you desire?" Desire stands in the great no-man’s land of human activity: the zone of most conflict, fear, and anxiety. It scares us. We are often asked to hate it–by those who claim to have given it up for “better” things, and who often, hypocritically, haven’t. Perry Brass

I am a very good cook.” When she did cook.“ Good. I like to eat.” He lightly bit her palm. The too-much-air feeling in Lucy’s stomach pressed upward into her heart. “What?” she asked past the constriction in her chest.“ What do I like to eat?”“ Yeah.”“ Blondes with blue eyes.” Oh God. She pulled her hand from his. “Are you hungry?” His gaze lowered to her mouth. “I could eat. . Rachel Gibson

She thought of the Good Shepherd with His sheep. Of the Man hanging upon the cross. And the understanding bubbled up within her soul: He makes all things new. Alicia G. Ruggieri

Without a torch, I stumbled along the paths. The night was dismal. A partial moon hovered bitter and white on the horizon. It was the perfect night for murder. Kimberley Griffiths Little

Horeb bent over me and ran his hand down my neck, not stopping when his fingers reached my chest. I jerked backward. "What are you doing?" His eyes were black and intense. "A little taste before the wedding, Jayden? Kimberley Griffiths Little

I have to tell you hon, I don't mind a little teasing now and then, but I'm no masochist and I'm sure as hell no saint...here lately, being around you is agony. Jackson Broussard

Rumor has it: when you marry a Walsh you are set for life. Only one thing can screw it up. Jessica Gordon

Mom used to tell me not to worry when people didn't get me. People throw rocks at things that shine - from the mixed up files of Tilly Adam's journal Jill Shalvis

You are you because you love the way the world looks through your camera. You are you because of the way you love your friends and family. Not because some scar is on your body. That's a part of your history and what helps form what you believe in. not what defines you. A.M. Willard

We're all princes and princesses, at 5, 50, or 100! It's never too late, we're never too old to rock the world and contribute! Reaching for intimacy in all relationships? Delicious. Pamela Taeuffer

Sarah, I’m going to take care of you whether you like it or not. Robyn Carr

Yes, 1960’s North American sitcoms have led me to study the United States 1920’s and 1930’s crime bosses– QET Jenkins Kim Welsman

Parenthood doesn’t improve one’s character, it exposes it. Leslie A. Gordon

I understand. I know about the women gathering at Lourdes, the visits worldwide. You are all staying at the chateau. There are no accidents, ” Lilli said. Karen Clark

The girl signed deeply and ever so slowly made her way down to the opposite end of the case. Using the metal tongs she passed over the golden yellow ladoo and reached for the darker pieces that Mrs. Singh usually set aside. I started to protest, but suddenly noticed the coldness in her eyes staring into mine. Tracey M. Hook

The girl sighed deeply and ever so slowly made her way down to the opposite end of the case. Using the metal tongs she passed over the golden yellow ladoo and reached for the darker pieces that Mrs. Singh usually set aside. I started to protest, but suddenly noticed the coldness in her eyes staring into mine. Tracey M. Hook

Look at this, Grace, " Peg's e-mail said. "He's entrancing those people. I just realized. Taking them out of themselves. Ty is sort of like a medicine man. A shaman. P.S. Have you called him? Shelle Sumners

I like these games we play, the ones that involve our heads and our hearts ~ Page 212 S.L. Scott

Time seemed to drag with dreamlike slowness, like a knife through cold honey, and the room took on a surreal golden sheen as if I was looking through that same jar of honey. Maybe at that moment, the sun shone just right though the grimy windows, but the woman, the shelves, the jars, everything in the room appeared in tones of gold and sepia, except for the painting behind the counter. From behind the shopkeeper's head, a fluorescent Mary and Jesus glared at me, their cartoon-like faces reproaching me for being there. Sara Stark

Despite their macabre imaginations, they don't believe the things they say, all those things about magic and fantômes. But I do. I know he lingers. I've heard his voice, soft as a lover's whisper. Sara Stark

Open your heart and find your Destiny Jacqueline Britton

She was as lovely sleeping as she was dripping in sensuality at the fundraiser Kailin Gow

I want to glide in a world of beauty, ’ I said. ‘To be carried away into a world of luxurious things. James Lusarde

-Now the paperwork — -What if I don’t want to do the Ultimate, right away? Maybe I want to ease into this thing gently.- No you don’t.- I might. I might just want to ease into the activity, the idea of it.-it’ll be fine, said Rebecca.-you will be fine, and no regrets, honestly. Jillian took me over to the desk.- No possible regrets, said Rebecca, just sign this, she handed me a sheaf of forms.- Jesus I don’t want to buy the place, I scanned the pages — 45 pages.-just fill in page 25 through28 and sign.- Pages 25 through 28, what is this? Rebecca took the pages of forms from my hand — look its simple stuff, here we’ll read it through. Jillian looked over her shoulder at the pages-weight?-what?- Say 110, Jillian said.- Height?-5’ 8’’, Jillian again.- Hair length?- What? Why?-Long, Jillian again.- Cup size?- O come on.- say C-how about say nothing, I was getting angry- Shaved or bikini or natural?- Fuck off Rebecca ticked a box anyway — well she was at the waxing too. Why ask in fact?- Last menstrual cycle?- enough, enough, give me those papers- Yes ignore that, said Rebecca taking the pages away from my grasping hand- Tested? she said this to Jillian-Tested? What tested? What do you mean tested?- Yes, said Jillian, I forwarded a blood sample from the main island- You what! - You were sleeping.- Great now sign here, Rebecca handed me a page and a pen- Who has blood samples for a theme park?- Everyone-especially the staff, can’t have mi’lady getting STDsI took a breath- This is getting a bit weird guys are you sure? I mean, well this is a bit, weird.- We’re 100 and a million per cent sure, said Jillian- 100 million per cent, said Rebecca . Germaine Gibson

The male staff all wore gorgeous colored loin cloths that always seem to be about to fall off they’re wonderful hips. Their upper bodies were tanned sculpted and naked. The female staff wore short shorts and silky flowing tops that almost but didn’t expose their young easy breasts. I noticed we only ever encountered male staff, and the men walking through the lobby were always greeted by the female staff. Very ingenious, as Rebecca said later - if we had ticked Lesbians on the form I wonder what would have happened? - There was a place to tick for Lesbians, I said ? -Sexual Persuasion- it was on all the forms - Really. And, how many options were there? - You’re getting the picture, said Jillian.This was not your basic check in procedure as at say a Best Western. Our Doormen/Security Guards , held out our chairs for us to let us sit at the elegant ornate table. Then they poured us tea, and placed before each of us a small bowl of tropical fruit, cut into bite size pieces. Wonderful! Almost immediately a check in person came and sat opposite us at the desk. Again a wonderful example of Island Male talent. (in my mind anyway) We signed some papers, and were each handed an immense wallet of information passes, electronic keys, electronic ID’s we would wear to allow us to move through the park and its ‘worlds’ and a small flash drive I looked at it as he handed it to me, and given the mindset of the Hotel and the murals and the whole ambiance of the place, I was thinking it might be a very small dildo for, some exotic move I was unaware of. -What’s this? I asked him - Your Hotel and Theme Park GuideI looked at it again, huh, so not a dildo. Germaine Gibson

Well this wasn’t Vegas, and this wasn’t Disneyland, this was ‘Erotica- The Theme Park — featuring Femdom World, Slave World, Bondage World, Spanking World — and so much more! ’ -according to the brochure Jillian and Rebecca handed me with great fanfare the next day. - This is a beautiful brochure, I said — very- - Glossy , said Rebecca. -Right, I studied it some more — so is this… I mean — legal? I mean, is it for real? - O yes, they said. - Well. Wow, I guess. - Wow is right, they said. Jillian had been on some trip with one of her many very rich and very ugly men friends, and they had shown her the place. (no she didn’t say to what extent she was ’shown’ the place. She was very tight lipped about it, -wanted everything to be a surprise, she said) To be aware of Erotica-The Theme Park, and its Hotel Ecstasy you need money, connections, and more. In fact you need at least a 100 ft yacht to dock at its private Marina.And no I can’t tell you where it is, otherwise they will revoke my membership pass and kill my first born. But let’s say - it’s on an island, with warm water , pure white sand beaches, it’s for the very rich, and it’s not far , by private helicopter from certain well known islands in let’s say, the Caribbean. . Germaine Gibson