Quote by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“She was a large, boneless woman who draped herself like an old blanket over the chairs of the apartment, staring for hours with her…

— Michael Chabon

“She was a dangerous, dangerous girl. A plague. A Mountain of Adamant who tore the iron from ships, sinking them to their watery graves…

— Renee Ahdieh

“She did not look her best: so thin, so large-nosed, with that pink-and-white checked duster tied round her head. She felt her disadvantage. But…

— D. H. Lawrence

“Her face was not young, but it was simple; it was not fresh, but it was mild. She had large eyes which were not…

— Henry James

“Her full face was not soft; it was controlled, kindly. Her hazel eyes seemed to have experienced all possible tragedy and to have mounted…

— John Steinbeck

“She appeared to be ageless the type that would continue, unchanging, until she was an old woman when she would suddenly become senile and…

— Rosamunde Pilcher

“At seventy-one, when I met her, she was small and delicate and dangerous, like a cupcake full of razors.”

— Laurie Penny

“She was around fifty and her eye sockets were starting to recede into her face like a pond starting to dry up.”

— David Baldacci

“So she sat down to morning tea, like any other old lady with a high nose, thin cheeks, a ring on her finger and…

— Virginia Woolf

“She had a lot of face and chin. She had pewter-colored hair set in a ruthless permanent, a hard beak and moist eyes with…

— Raymond Chandler

“here now; that it was this almost insignificant old lady who, as”

— Hazel Gaynor

“She wore a boiled shirt and a bow-tie, and her hair, though long and bound, was sleek with oil. She was about two- or…

— Sarah Waters