Quote by Ross Macdonald Download Open image ““...a thin woman about fifty with a face like a silver hatchet.”” — Ross Macdonald ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.1 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“beautiful woman. Beautiful? That thought cleared his head. “Uh . . . you’re not fifty or sixty years old,” — Mary Connealy Copy Share Image
“She was around fifty and her eye sockets were starting to recede into her face like a pond starting to dry up.” — David Baldacci Copy Share Image
“I’m not that woman anymore. In fact, I can hardly recognize her now, that weak creature who’d submitted, pretended, smoothed over every ripple of… — Rachel Caine Copy Share Image
“One wanted fifty pairs of eyes to see with, she reflected. Fifty pairs of eyes were not enough to get round that one woman… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“When I saw her in the light she was quite an old woman, fifty years old at least. But I went ahead and did… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
“She’s like a shaved-head recruit standing there, holding her neatly folded fatigues, not a scar on her smooth flesh.” — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“At seventy-one, when I met her, she was small and delicate and dangerous, like a cupcake full of razors.” — Laurie Penny Copy Share Image
“She was thin, but not too small. Maybe five and a half feet tall, from what he could tell. She looked like she could… — James Dashner Copy Share Image
“She had once been described, by one who saw below the surface, as a perfectly beautiful woman in an absolutely plain shell.” — Florence L. Barclay Copy Share Image
“I just . . . Bah! Why is it that being around you makes me want to claw my face off, woman?” “I have… — Brandon Sanderson Copy Share Image
“She's a strong woman. She has wings under her armour struggling to be free.” — Verliza Gajeles Copy Share Image
“The sea was surging among the pilings like the blithe mindless forces of dissolution.” — Ross Macdonald Copy Share Image
I knew how it was with drunks. They ran out of generosity, even for themselves. — Ross MacDonald Copy Share Image
“She didn't look like any motel manager I had ever seen. More likely an actress who hadn't quite made the grade down south, or… — Ross Macdonald Copy Share Image
“In wine was truth, perhaps, but in whisky, the way Hoffman sluiced it down, was an army of imaginary rats climbing your legs.” — Ross Macdonald Copy Share Image
“A cockroach stepped out from behind the ketchup, gave me a quick impassive once-over, decided that I was of the Brahmin faith, and walked… — Ross Macdonald Copy Share Image
I have a secret passion for mercy. . . but justice is what keeps happening to people. — Ross Macdonald Copy Share Image
“I found myself wishing that we could live like the birds and move through nature without hurting it ourselves.” — Ross Macdonald Copy Share Image
I like a little danger. Tame danger, controlled by me. It gives me a sense of power, I guess, to take my life in… — Ross Macdonald Copy Share Image
I had reached the point when I could not see anything clearly ahead, I needed help, and I got it. — Ross MacDonald Copy Share Image
