Womens Fiction Quotes

“Well, now she was free to make her own decisions and she couldn’t wait to come back with Emilia and move into the lovely cottage near the sea.”
― Anne Allen, The Ghost of Seagull Cottage: Inspired by The Ghost and Mrs Muir

“Sometimes the changes are good. Sometimes you think they're good and you end up disappointed. Other times you think life has handed you a lemon and it turn out to be a diamond. And there are other times when it just is what it is. It's not what you wanted, but there's nothing you can do about it, so you just have to accept what's happened and go on”
― Melodie Ramone, After Forever Ends

“I was strong, and I deserved better than someone who would disregard my love so callously.”
― Lo Monaco, Fallen in a Dark Uneven Way

“I have romanticised you to the point where the knives you pressed into my skin began to look like cupids arrows.”
― E.J. Wood, Beyond the Pale

“Danny’s brows furrowed with another scowl. “You’re so goddamn obstinate, Kate, so fuckin’ selfish. You don’t give a shit ‘bout how I feel or ‘bout how much it torments me.”
“Yes, I do,” she objected, her throat thick despite her anger. “That’s why our ways must part for a while. Because we’re both suffering. We need to be apart from each other, Danny, don’t you see?”
“You need to be apart, damn ya,” he growled, clenching his fists. “You needa get rid of me ‘cause ya don’t wanna be reminded of how ya were toyin’ with me. So your conscience won’t haunt ya, tellin’ ya that it was wrong to take advantage of my feelings as long as ya needed me.”
Katherine let out an outraged gasp.
“I never took advantage of you or toyed with you—ever! I’ve seen you as my brother. I didn’t know your feelings for me went deeper.”
Danny huffed a hard, sardonic laugh, and for a moment she felt strongly reminded of Joe.
“Don’t play innocent with me, Kate! You knew exactly what ya were doin’. All that banterin’, your enchanting smiles—. You’re a grown woman, not an inexperienced girl. You already had yasself a husband, ya know the deal.”
― Melanie Nova, The Avant-gardiste: Into the West

“All this time, I'd assumed that being a doctor meant performing miracles. Fixing bodies. Saving lives. I had hardly considered the flip side of that coin: that it also meant looking a patient's family in the eye and telling them to say their last goodbyes. That it meant staring down the permanence of death over and over again, until it stopped feeling like something to be prevented at all costs and instead became something to be occasionally embraced.”
― Shirlene Obuobi, On Rotation

“His lips slowly curved into a crooked smile while his dark eyes clung to hers, an intense, desirous resolve filling them. At the same moment, Katherine realized that their banter had gone too far.
But it was too late.
Before she could even blink, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her up against him while his mouth came down on hers, smothering her surprised gasp. With a low moan in his throat, he hungrily ground his lips into hers.
The commanding fervor in his kiss stunned her at first, making her freeze in stupefied shock. Then she resolutely braced her hands against his chest and tore her mouth away from his, appalled.
“Don’t—!”
― Melanie Nova, The Avant-gardiste: Into the West

“Cass snorted with laughter.
“She’s a real beast with a bellyful of bedsprings. Wouldn’t wanna be the one to break her in,” he said in his thick Irish brogue. “Reminds me of that hot-blooded redhead in Omaha.” He nudged Sully with a salacious wink. “What was her name again?”
Sully chuckled. “Molly.”
“Oh yeah, Molly.” A broad grin of reminiscence showed on Cass’s face. “Was a real beauty, that one, wasn’t she? We should name this filly after her.”
“We should,” Sully agreed, scratching the adolescent red fuzz on his chin.
“Was she your horse, Cass?” Willie asked, giving the young Irishman a curious stare.
“Hmm?” Not paying the boy much attention, Cass took a long drag on his cigarette. His slanted green eyes followed the mare’s nervous movements attentively.
“Well, Molly?” Willie blinked with impatience. “Was she?”
Cass gave him a baffled look, as if he didn’t understand the question. Then, a wide grin blazed across his angular face while smoke came drifting out of his mouth.
“Yeah, she was,” he nodded, smirking, and exchanged a brief, meaningful look with Sully. “Had fire and was classy, too, like this one.”
Sully hooted with laughter, and Cass joined in.
“What happened to her?” Something was funny, but Willie didn’t grasp what it was.
Cass took another puff, then smirked again. “Well, I kinda had to get rid of her, kid. A filly like that can take ya to an early grave, y’know. She wears ya out so utterly you’re barely able to walk afterwards.”
― Melanie Nova, The Avant-gardiste: Into the West

“Ya shouldn’t expect too much though, princess.” He leaned into her, a hint of warning in his voice. “Ya won’t be able to enjoy it for long anyway. Winter’s just ‘round the corner, and the first snow won’t be long in comin’. Believe me, old man winter out here really packs a punch. Such a goddamn blizzard’s a fuckin’ unpleasant thing.” He lifted one corner of his mouth in a crooked, mean smile. “This country’s full of nasty surprises.”
She returned his gaze, unperturbed. “Are you done?”
― Melanie Nova, The Avant-gardiste: Into the West

“Tomorrow. Although she knew better than to trust the word, hope like habit was difficult to break.”
― JoDee Neathery, Wings Against The Wind

“Non capì, comprese. Perché comprendere era di più, era un abbraccio, era prendere con sé, era farne parte.”
― Cetta De Luca, Nata in una casa di donne

“»Sieh mich an, Kate!«
Katherine keuchte empört auf, als Joe sie plötzlich an der Schulter packte und zu sich herum zog. Nicht gewillt, sich ihm zu stellen, versuchte sie, seine Hand abzuwehren, doch er war stärker.
»Hör mir zu!«, forderte er, nahm ihr Kinn zwischen Daumen und Zeigefinger und zwang ihren Kopf zurück, damit sie ihm in die Augen blickte.
Unvermittelt kämpfte sich ihr Stolz an die Oberfläche. Kampfeswille brandete in ihr auf.
»Erspar mir deine Belehrungen!«, fuhr sie ihn an und schlug seine Hand beiseite. »Ich weiß, was du sagen willst: dass ich bekommen habe, was ich verdiene, weil ich deine Drohungen ignoriert habe und nicht zurück nach Boston gegangen bin!«
Joes Brauen schossen in die Höhe.
Dass er die Unverschämtheit besaß, überrascht dreinzublicken, schürte ihre Wut noch mehr.
»Welche Befriedigung muss es dir verschaffen, mich so voll Kummer und Verzweiflung zu sehen«, stieß sie hervor. Ihre Stimme überschlug sich, dennoch zwang sie die Worte an dem dicken Kloß vorbei. »Hast du nicht seit Monaten auf einen Augenblick wie diesen gewartet? Voller Hoffnung, dass mir etwas Schlimmes zustoßen würde, damit ich endlich aufgebe und das Feld räume? Aber wenn du glaubst, dass du gewonnen hast, irrst du dich! Denn ich werde nicht aufgeben!«”
― Melanie Nova, Die Avantgardistin: Westwärts

“Joes Stuhl knarzte, als er ebenfalls aufstand. Sie hörte das leise Klingeln der Sporenrädchen, während er ihr zur Kommode folgte. Im nächsten Moment waberte Tabakqualm in weißen nebligen Schwaden um sie herum, als ein Schwall Rauch sie traf. Joe trat so dicht neben sie, dass ihre Arme sich fast berührten.
Ein Schauer rieselte ihr unvermittelt den Rücken hinunter. Sie fühlte seinen Blick auf sich, während sie sich aus der Karaffe von dem Whiskey eingoss.”
― Melanie Nova, Die Avantgardistin: Westwärts

“Der aufgeregte Ausruf lenkte die Aufmerksamkeit aller jäh auf Elam, Mrs Langstons Sohn, der auf einen dunklen Punkt in der Nähe eines entfernten Hügelkamms deutete. Ein Reiter war dort von den Rauchwolken ausgespuckt worden und jagte, den Oberkörper tief über den Hals seines grauen Pferdes gebeugt, in halsbrecherischem Tempo auf die Ranch zu.
Katherine verspürte ein mulmiges Flattern in der Magengegend. Angst erfasste sie.
Brachte er schlechte Neuigkeiten?
Waren ihre Männer und die Rinderherde etwa dem Feuer zum Opfer gefallen?
»Das is’ Danny!« Grouch hatte die Augen mit der Hand beschattet, um den Reiter besser erkennen zu können.
Katherines Herz setzte einen Schlag aus.
Ohne nachzudenken, sprang sie von der Veranda und lief ihrem Stiefbruder mit gerafften Röcken entgegen. Ihre Beine schienen sich wie von selbst zu bewegen. Das trockene Gras knisterte unter ihren Stiefeln, während sie an Beifußsträuchern und Feigenkakteen vorbeirannte; mit jedem Tritt wirbelten ihre Absätze kleine Staubfontänen auf. Schweiß rann ihr den Rücken hinunter, ihre Rippen schmerzten unter dem geschnürten Korsett. Die Hitze ließ die Luft flirren. Sie hörte, wie Willie, der sich offensichtlich an ihre Fersen geheftet hatte, Dannys Namen rief, doch sie hielt ihn nicht davon ab, ihr zu folgen.
Einige Minuten vergingen, während sie keuchend über die Grasebene hetzte, dann hatte Danny sie erreicht und brachte sein Pferd schlitternd vor ihr zum Stehen. Mit einer hastigen Bewegung riss er sich das Halstuch vom Gesicht, das von Schweiß und Ruß dunkel verschmiert war.
»Habt ihr den Verstand verloren?«, fuhr er sie an, während er seinen nervösen, schweißbedeckten Wallach zu zügeln versuchte. »Habt ihr den ganzen Rauch nicht gesehen? Ihr müsst so schnell wie möglich fort von hier, verdammt!«
Katherine rang mühsam nach Atem, nicht in der Lage, ihm zu antworten. Wegen der drückenden Hitze und des engen Korsetts war ihr ganz schwindelig.
Hektisch sprang Danny aus dem Sattel und streckte Willie die Zügel hin.
»Los, rauf mit dir und sag den anderen, sie sollen sich beeilen!«, befahl er dem Jungen. Ohne Umschweife hob er Willie in den Sattel und gab dem Wallach einen kräftigen Klaps auf die Hinterhand. Augenblicklich preschte der Schimmel los.
»W–Was ist mit den Männern und der Herde?«, brachte Katherine keuchend hervor. Ihr Puls raste so sehr in ihrer Brust, dass es wehtat.
»Sorg dich lieber um dich selbst, Mädel!« Danny packte sie am Arm und zog sie grob mit sich, als er sich in Richtung Ranch in Bewegung setzte. »Du musst mit den anderen schnellstmöglich zum Fort. Starke Windböen heizen das Feuer an, so dass es sich rasch ausbreitet. Ich weiß nicht, ob die Brandschneise es aufhalten wird.«”
― Melanie Nova, Die Avantgardistin: Westwärts

“Sweet girl, dry your tears. I’ve got a plan.”
― JoDee Neathery, Wings Against The Wind

“I’ll still the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea will be hushed”
― JoDee Neathery, Wings Against The Wind

“Every storm runs out of rain.”
― JoDee Neathery, Wings Against The Wind

“Sometimes it is not the people who change, it is just the mask that falls off.”
― JoDee Neathery, Wings Against The Wind

“Please remember that life begins with blank pages. How you fill them will measure your worth, not to others, but to yourself.”
― JoDee Neathery, Wings Against The Wind

“I am only a woman, Swadhin Da. People don't ask, they decide for me." Abhaya smiled melancholically as Swadhin looked a little uneasy.
"You have a say, Abhaya. So tell me what you want. I promise I will not disrespect your choice." Swadhin reassured her, firmly.”
― Suranya Sengupta, Protibimbo: A Reflection of the Society

“With my life still in shambles, why would anyone want to be with me? Talk about a fixer-upper. Do men even go to the bother of trying to fix women, or is it only the other way around?”
― H.H. Rune, Find Me Book Three: She Walked a Different Path

“I was thinking that I love you. Both of you.” He nodded to the bump under her jacket. “And that for the rest of my life, I’m going to have two good things at the end of every day.”
― Shari Low, One Snowy Day

“In quantum physics, particles change when they’re observed. But this isn’t quantum: my book doesn’t alter by being seen or unseen. It is exceptional whether it reaches 100 readers or 100 million.”
― S. Lucia Kanter St. Amour, The Covert Buccaneer

“This was the reality of pregnancy that no one talked about in the movies - not just the morning sickness and the mood swings, but the constant, grinding anxiety that your body might fail you.”
― Seethala Devi Chandu, The Butterfly Effect of Bad Decisions: A Love Story About Learning to Love Yourself First .

“This is how she’d looked while standing in front of Reece Caldwell, the sexiest man to ever walk the halls of the high school?”
― Christine Miles

“This being why she, Stacey Kinsella, had always been the definition of unlucky when it came to all things love and romance. A schoolteacher spinster in the making who also happened to have two cats.”
― Christine Miles

“Arnie Sebold had officially cinched the definition of a small-town, small-minded, sexist, mine-is-better-thinking asshat.”
― Christine Miles

“People fight, Maria. It is what people do," he said. "No, Christian, MEN fight. It is what MEN do," she said.”
― Maria Schell Burden, Rules of Rebellion: Legends of the Mohawk Valley

“It’s not like he saw anything that would make it truly scandalous.”
― Christine Miles

“Tennessee Williams said he’s always depended on the kindness of strangers. I think he meant you, Nicolas.”
― JoDee Neathery, Wings Against The Wind