Women S Fiction Novel Quotes

“No matter how desperately a mother loves you, she can only put up with so much. And so, the day came when Mother Nature lashed out against us.

I understood where Nature was coming from. My family never listened to me either, which is why I didn't tell them about the guns I bought.”
― Brenda Marie Smith, If Darkness Takes Us

“Some things are worth more than a title”
― Faith Dismuke

“He’s so nice, with his waistcoats and French cinema blog—one of those men who women adore, while never actually picturing them naked.”
― Cate Ray, Good Husbands

“I don't regret a single one of our kisses; and, I'm not about to repent for being a woman who lives her life with kindness and love.”
― Faith Dismuke

“You used me. You Ade me feel special then you threw me away when you were bored. You took my trust. You broke my trust. You turned people against me. You turned me against myself.”
― Faith Dismuke

“Sheep Dogs can be male or female" Jessica Fukishura Secret Service Agent”
― Jonathan McCormick, 30,000 Secrets: A "J" Team Novel

“Words become a story and a story becomes a novel that feeds the reader's soul" - CC. Carpenter xo”
― CC. Carpenter

“Some people live to travel while others travel to live.”
― Linda Ballou, Embrace of the Wild-Equestrian Explorer Isabella Bird

“Nothing is hard if all done together.”
― Linda Ballou, Wai-nani: A Voice from Old Hawaii

“If you're going to get what you want in life, you have to have a contingency plan in your back pocket--Barry in Blackhorse Road A Novel.”
― Merida Johns, Blackhorse Road: A novel of deception and forgiveness and love gained and lost

“Woman— the reason God painted the sky a ray of blues. Did you notice the stars I asked the Lord to hang for you in the night? Well, you’ll have to forgive me—I felt a need to express myself for you, so I used the heavens as a palette to write. A love letter, woman, that would never ever die. The heavens bow down to you, the earth gives way to who you are, woman: the celebration of my heart.”
― Theresa A Ward, She Wore The Name

“Sarai could sense who was on the line. Cigarette smoke stifles and chokes the voice communicating over miles of copper cable linking the call, but no amount of distance could erase the familiar spirit that has clawed its way back.”
― Theresa A Ward, She Wore The Name

“This time she will not be foolish by closing her ears to the harkening of its warning. This time she shall listen.”
― Theresa A Ward, She Wore The Name

“He recognized this ornament. It had been part of his childhood--a treasure he hadn't seen in decades." No Matter How Far”
― Barbara Hinske

“I can see the lust blazing in your eyes like an inferno, one consuming us both.”
― L. Starla, Undeniably Wrong

“On my first night back in the desert I dreamed that in the future, scientists carbon dated my memories and determined the last six years of my life never existed. It was glorious. A total lie, but glorious.”
― Lis Anna-Langston, Wild Asses of the Mojave Desert

“Perhaps their unhappiness is merely a continuance of the endless, ancient stories of sadness, the same kind that has preyed upon centuries of minds - lost fortunes, failures, unrequited love, disconnection, undeserved illness, nameless pain of any kind. There is nothing new about wanting to hang a veil between sadness and sober conscience.”
― Nettie Magnan, Dropseed: The Story of Three Sad Women

“...she didn't realize until she was an old woman what she would have been better off realizing in her youth - that if she set her heart on being content, she could achieve it quite easily.”
― Nettie Magnan, Dropseed: The Story of Three Sad Women

“It’s a peculiar thing...that the true origin of one’s desire to create, the initial kindling of inspiration, that first generative seed, is always more or less unknown. The source of one’s creativity seems to evade a clear-cut understanding. No clear analysis can be made. It’s too subjective, too multifaceted. An artist can recount their reasons for what might have given them the idea to paint, sing, or write about this thing or that, but it remains a mystery how one person can experience the strange, inexplicable wave that leads to an idea, and then is pushed further by an impulse to pick up a tool and give birth to that idea, while another person, simply, cannot.”
― Nettie Magnan, Dropseed: The Story of Three Sad Women