Ale Quote by Kathleen Winsor

She was flushed and felt intoxicated with the sound of her own voice and the unaccustomed taste of candor. It muddled her like wine,…

— Kate Chopin

She smelled like England, of soft rain and sun-kissed meadows. And she felt like the best kind of heaven. He wanted to wrap himself…

— Julia Quinn

“She found a mossy hollow between the roots of a tree and, putting on her mackintosh, huddled down in her makeshift bed. She ate…

— William Boyd

“Her flesh was powdery and voluptuously weary, as if tenderized by all the different beds and arms in which she had lain. Her face…

— Dezső Kosztolányi

She was tired, with that tiredness that only emptiness brings.

— Paolo Giordano

Bedding her could be anything from tenderness to riot, but to take her when she was a bit the worse for drink was always…

— Diana Gabaldon

“The taste of him exploded inside her mouth, filling her senses with an intoxicating warmth and aroma that had nothing to do with the…

— Susan Napier

She was fragile, gentle, wide awake in a sleeping world.

— Jeanette Winterson

“She fell asleep fairly quickly that night. As she slept just a few inches away, I watched her, trying to burn her image into…

— Jamie McGuire

“The heat of his body surrounded her, overwhelming her. Suddenly his hold on her shifted. One arm captured her waist to drag her against…

— Jeannie Lin

What she felt was a lighthearted sort of compassion, almost like laughter. A swish of tender hilarity, getting the better of all her sores…

— Alice Munro

...there was cement in her soul. It had been there for a while, an early morning disease of fatigue, shapeless desires, brief imaginary glints…

— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie