| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 95f9e30 | Charles went to kiss her shoulder. -Leave me alone! she said, you're creasing my dress. | kiss poor-old-charles-bovary shoulder | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 7fe30b9 | Elise Vasquez and I stand shoulder to shoulder, watching the woman we both feel we lost, and may be never really had. | woman shoulder watch | Jodi Picoult |