H Quotes
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“He carries a strong sense of duty. For him, duty is not a burden, but an honour, an armour that comes from commitment. His duty is not a checklist, it is a covenant—a pact with existence. Truly, he is a man of commitment.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“He carries home in the way he walks: an elegant, loose strut. He wears home on his skin in the form of attar, a delicious perfume that makes me dream of Somali coastlines, places where children play football amidst colonial ruins, and young men like Korfa flee in darkness on boats to Yemen and Kenya, determined never to look back.”
Source: Fairytales for Lost Children
“He carries pieces of the galaxy around in a bag”
“He carries stars in his pockets
because he knows
she fears the dark.
Whenever sadness pays her a visit
he paints galaxies
on the back of her hands.”
Source: Growing Light
“He carries well, to whom it waighes not.
[He carries well, to whomit weighs not.]”
“He cast a few unpleasant remarks in my direction; he insisted that I didn't know what I was talking about and maintained that it was in fact essential to conceal what could be concealed; indeed, an inspired lie could be preferred to a malignant truth.”
Source: Termush
“He cast a questioning look at Sidious. "Do you see the grand error of their ways? They execute the Republic's business as if it were the business of the Force! But has a political body ever succeeded in being the arbiter of what is right and just? How easy it is for them to bask in self-assurance in their castle on Coruscant. But in so doing, they have rendered themselves ill equipped for the world we have spent a millennium bringing into being." He cleared his throat.
"We're going to back them into a contradiction, Darth Sidious. We're going to force them to confront the moral quandary of their position, and reveal their flaws by requiring them to oversee the conflicts that plague their vaunted Republic.”
Source: Darth Plagueis
“He cast his eyes upon her and the trouble soon began, cause Leroy Brown learned a lesson about messing with the wife of a jealous man.”
“He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.”
Source: The Select Works of Oliver Goldsmith: In One Volume. With the Portrait of the Author..
“He casts our sins behind His back, He blots them out; He says that though they be sought for, they shall not be found.”
Source: Essential Works of Charles Spurgeon
“He catches my face between his hands, his painted fingernails twinkling like stars, and when he kisses me it feels a bit like fear and tastes a bit like tears, but it’s as bright and sweet as sherbet, and I decide to call it joy.”
Source: Glitterland
“He caught a glimpse of that extraordinary faculty in man, that strange, altruistic, rare, and obstinate decency which will make writers or scientists maintain their truths at the risk of death. Eppur si muove, Galileo was to say; it moves all the same. They were to be in a position to burn him if he would go on with it, with his preposterous nonsense about the earth moving round the sun, but he was to continue with the sublime assertion because there was something which he valued more than himself. The Truth. To recognize and to acknowledge What Is. That was the thing which man could do, which his English could do, his beloved, his sleeping, his now defenceless English. They might be stupid, ferocious, unpolitical, almost hopeless. But here and there, oh so seldome, oh so rare, oh so glorious, there were those all the same who would face the rack, the executioner, and even utter extinction, in the cause of something greater than themselves. Truth, that strange thing, the jest of Pilate's. Many stupid young men had thought they were dying for it, and many would continue to die for it, perhaps for a thousand years. They did not have to be right about their truth, as Galileo was to be. It was enough that they, the few and martyred, should establish a greatness, a thing above the sum of all they ignorantly had.”
Source: The Book of Merlyn: The Unpublished Conclusion to The Once & Future King
“He caught Ben's come in the napkin, the smell making his mouth water harder than any chile sauce could.”
Source: Collars and Cuffs
“He caught her as if he were used to catching fainting girls, as if he did it everyday.”
Source: City of Bones
“He caught her staring at him and gave her a sly look.
"Super impressed with being with a real live criminal, huh?" he asked, smiling with surprisingly nice white teeth.
"I'm super impressed with anyone who can fight and knows these woods and the world so well. I guess Gina does, too."
"Yes, Gina." He frowned. "She's kind of a weirdo. Nice weirdo, mind you. But very, very odd."
A flurry of thoughts winged their way through Rapunzel's head like a confused flock of birds on a late summer test flight. She couldn't separate the different feathered things out.
She was also puzzled by the look on Flynn's face: he raised his eyebrows and sort of gazed at her, turning his head so it was a little sideways. He smiled so that his lips stretched wide at the corners but remained partially closed over his teeth.
Obviously it was some sort of expression Gothel didn't make but that other people commonly used.
So she tried to copy him.
"What are you doing?" Flynn asked.
"I 'on't ow," Rapunzel responded, keeping her lips in the same half position. "'at are oo oing?"
"Okay, you're kind of a weirdo, too. No wonder you two get along so well," Flynn said, shaking his head and dropping the look. "Usually the smolder works on all the ladies."
"Oh, you were trying to..." Rapunzel began to giggle. Books #27 and #28 were tales of knights and damsels and adventures--- with more than a touch of romance.
Flynn looked offended.
"No, please try again!" Rapuunzel begged.
"Oh, the mood's gone. Forget it," he said, rolling his eyes. But he smiled-- a real smile this time, a natural one.”
Source: What Once Was Mine
“He caught her, she fell, he caught her in his arms, he held her tightly unconscious of what he was doing. He held her up, though tottering himself. He felt as if his head were filled with smoke; flashes of light slipped through his eyelids; his thoughts vanished; it seemed to him that he was performing a religious act, and that he was committing a profanation. Moreover, he did not feel one passionate desire for this ravishing woman, whose form he felt against his heart. He was lost in love.”
“He caught hold of my hand. "Sydney, please don't do this," he begged. "No matter how confident you feel, no matter how careful you are, things will spiral out of control."
"They already have," I said, opening the passenger door. "And I'm going to stop fighting them. Thank you for everything, Marcus. I mean it."
"Wait, Sydney," he called. "Just tell me one thing."
I glanced back and waited.
"Where did this come from? When you called me to tell me you were coming, you said you'd realized it was the smart thing to do. What made you change your mind?"
I gave him a smile that I hoped was as dazzling as one of his. "I realized I'm in love."
Marcus, startled, looked around as though he expected to see my object d'armour in the car with us. "And you just realized that? Did you have some sort of vision?"
"Didn't need to," I said, thinking of Wolfe's ill-fated trip to the Orkneys. "It's always been right in front of me.”
Source: The Indigo Spell
“He caught me neat, right on the fucking face and I took one step back and thought, you’re not getting away with that you bastard! I was punching the piss out of him, he kept going down, but I didn’t kick him, he’d had enough. I didn’t put the boot in to a man older than myself. But this confrontation was out of the blue, out of the fucking blue. That’s what I had to face.”
Source: Street Warrior: The True Story of the Legendary Malcolm Price, Britain's Hardest Man
“He caught me stealing his golden phoenix.' Tithonus closed his eyes briefly. 'Good grief!' He opened them again. 'I was half hoping it wasn't true. Have you any idea of the implications?' 'He was mistreating it!' Pyrgus protested. 'Of course he was mistreating it. This is Black Hairstreak we're talking about. He mistreats his own mother. I don't suppose you stole her as well?”
“He caught me to him and cupped my cheek in one hand. “I want to keep feeling the way I feel when I’m with you. Just tell me what I have to do.”
Source: The Crossfire Series Books 1-3 by Sylvia Day
“He caught me to him, his arms banded tight around me. His face pressed into my throat. "Where do we go from here?" I held him. "Wherever this takes us. Together.”
Source: The Crossfire Series Books 1-3 by Sylvia Day
“He caught my chin, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. “I want to get to know the woman, the wolf, standing in front of me right now. I don’t care who she could have been – you’re a survivor and that’s more than enough for me.”
Source: Wolf Moon
“He caught my hand and drew me closer to his side.
“Well, should I begin to list them one by one, and by name? If I did it would take several hours. If there had been someone special, all I would do is name one—and I can’t do that. I liked them all . . . but I didn’t like any well enough to love, if that’s what you want to know.”
Yes, that was exactly what I wanted to know.
“I’m sure you didn’t live a celibate life, even though you didn’t fall in love . . . ?”
“That’s none of your business,” he said lightly.
“I think it is. It would give me peace to know you had a girl you loved.”
“I do have a girl I love,” he answered. “I’ve known her all my life. When I go to sleep at night, I dream of her, dancing overhead, calling my name, kissing my cheek, screaming when she has nightmares, and I wake up to take the tar from her hair. There are times when I wake up to ache all over, as she aches all over, and I dream I kiss the marks the whip made . . . and I dream of a certain night when she and I went out on the cold slate roof and stared up at the sky, and she said the moon was the eye of God looking down and condemning us for what we were. So there, Cathy, is the girl who haunts me and rules me, and fills me with frustrations, and darkens all the hours I spend with other girls who just can’t live up to the standards she set. And I hope to God you’re satisfied.”
I turned to move as in a dream, and in that dream I put my arms about him and stared up into his face, his beautiful face that haunted me too.
“Don’t love me, Chris. Forget about me. Do as I do, take whomever knocks first on your door, and let her in.”
He smiled ironically and put me quickly from him.
“I did exactly what you did, Catherine Doll, the first who knocked on my door was let in—and now I can’t drive her out. But that’s my problem—not yours.”
“I don’t deserve to be there. I’m not an angel, not a saint . . . you should know that.”
“Angel, saint, Devil’s spawn, good or evil, you’ve got me pinned to the wall and labeled as yours until the day I die. And if you die first, then it won’t be long before I follow.”
Source: Petals on the wind
“He caught that with the outside of his instep.”
“He causes huge bodies like sun to proclaim His Majesty through His Names the All-Gracious, Great, reciting: ' O Glorious One, O Great One, O Mighty One', while tiny animate creatures like flies and fish proclaim His Mercy, reciting: 'O Gracious One, O Compassionate One, O Generous One”
“He caído en que todas mis cartas hablan de mi y no de ti.
Me gustaría que me mostraras el mismo respeto.”
Source: Letters to Emma Bowlcut
“He celebrated his solitude with a frown.”
Source: The Xactilias Project
“He celebrates yesterday's victory in order to gain more strength for tomorrow's battle.”
“He certainly did warm up to me since the first day he started working for me. And although he was not in favor of the dead, Nikhil stood by. I didn’t need a scale to tell me.”
Source: The Weight of Our Souls
“He certainly is very agreeable, and I give you leave to like him. You have liked many a stupider person.”
Source: Pride and Prejudice (Fourth Edition) (Norton Critical Editions)
“He certainly is very charming, but he makes me feel slightly ill at ease—almost as if I were a woman manquée, if there could be such a thing—you know, something lacking in me."
"Oh, well, that's hardly his fault."
"No," Dulcie agreed. "Mine, of course.”
Source: No fond return of love
“he certainly never regretted his love for Susan. What he did regret was that he had been too young, too ignorant, too absolutist, too confident of what he imagined love’s nature and workings to be.”
Source: The Only Story
“He certainly seems like the perfect guy but none of that matters if he's not the perfect guy for you.”
Source: Chasing Harry Winston: A Novel
“he challenge is finding the modern conduit for the audience, having fun and really looking at the duality of this particular character, that is both devil and angel, and on the cusp of losing control of the pagan background, to this newfangled religion called Christianity. There's a great backdrop there, and just a whole dark side with the magic.”
“He chanced a glance at her. She was not tearful; that was one of the many wonderful things about Ginny, she was rarely weepy. He had sometimes thought that having six brothers must have toughened her up.”
“He changed, Harry, he changed! It's as simple as that! Maybe he did believe these things when he was seventeen, but the whole rest of his life was devoted to fighting the Dark Arts... Harry, I'm sorry, but I think the real reason you're so angry is that Dumbledore never told you any of this himself.”
Source: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
“He changed his position on virtually everything. I'm a moderate Republican, that's what I am, so I'd be inclined to support someone like Mitt Romney. But all those changes give me pause.”
“He changed me...here" He tapped his chest. "I'm not sure I can be the same person I used to be."
"I'm not asking you for that, man. I'm not asking you to forget or even forgive. I'm telling you to find a way to get around it, not over it.”
Source: Fallen
“He changed more times than a baby in a beer-drinking contest.”
Source: Stick to Drawing Comics, Monkey Brain!: Cartoonist Explains Cloning, Blouse Monsters, Voting Machines, Romance, Monkey G ods, How to Avoid Being Mistaken for a Rodent, and More
“He changed sunset into sunrise.”
Source: Collected Works
“He charged again. She jabbed the cleat into his ribs,
then brought it up under his jaw with a savage upper-
cut. He reeled, blood now pouring from his nose, but he
didn’t go down.”
Source: Secrets
“He charged at me, grabbing me by the neck. I flinched as he lifted me slightly off the ground. The witch just watched, arms crossed, eyebrows raised like this was some trivial drama she’d seen a hundred times.
“Oh, darling,” he hissed, voice low and venomous like a snake ready to strike, “you can’t just do that to demons. Did you really want to get rid of me?”
Source: Where the Dark Knelt
“He charged nothing for his preaching and it was worth it too.”
Source: Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
“He checked her over while mentally checking himself. “Environment suits sealed up. Breather masks in hand. Daemons. Blades. Transmitters. Healthy respect for the adversary—you’ve got that, right?”
One corner of her mouth curled up. “Absolutely.”
Source: Sidespace
“He checked out his surrounding. More books. A drinking fountain. A poster showing a guy slam-dunking a basketball with one hand and holding a book in the other, urging kids to READ! Weird, thought Steve. How can he even see the hoop?
...
You see, Steven, Librarians are the most elite, best trained secret force in the United States of America. Probably in the world."
"No way."
"Yes way."
"What about the FBI?"
"Featherweights."
"The CIA?"
Mackintosh snorted. "Don't make me laugh. Those guys can't even dunk a basketball andd read a book at the same time.”
Source: The Case of the Case of Mistaken Identity
“He cherishes his woman and does not cause her to cry. He safeguards her against the storms of life. Such a kind heart. His love is a soothing balm that wipes away her tears and replaces them with laughter. He inspires others to walk in love and love one another.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“he child sees everything in a state of newness; he is always drunk. Nothing more resembles what we call inspiration than the delight with which a small child absorbs form and colour. Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recovered at will - a childhood now equipped for self-expression with manhood's capacities and a power of analysis which enables it to order the mass of raw material which it has involuntarily accumulated.”
“He choked back a laugh. "How can you make me smile when I feel like I've been struck by a meteor?”
Source: A Curse of Queens
“He chooses the beginning of a road, also chooses its outcome.”
“He chopped a garlic, set a pot of water to boil on the stove, and poured a healthy amount of kosher salt into it. He threw the garlic in a pan of olive oil and let it sizzle for just a minute before taking it off the heat. The smell began to relax all of them and Gretchen and Jane settled themselves at his counter and watched him cook. He poured them both large glasses of red wine and watched as their bodies physically relaxed. He could see the tightness in Jane's jaw go away and he smiled. It was hard to feel bad about the world when the air smelled like garlic, when pasta and cheese were being prepared, when you had a good glass of red.
Sautéed garlic could save the world.
"I call this my bad day pasta," he told them. "It's a carbonara-cacio e pepe hybrid. Tons of cheese and salt and pepper." He cut off two slices of Parmesan and handed one to each of them. He knew the crunchy crystals and salt would go great with the wine. He whisked the egg and stirred in the cheese. He reserved some pasta water. He cranked his pepper mill. He swirled the pasta into a warm bowl as he added the egg mixture until it was shiny and coated.
Jane took a sip of her wine and watched Teddy. "Mike doesn't eat pasta," she said. Teddy took three shallow bowls out of his cabinet and set them on the table. He distributed the pasta among them, sprinkled them with extra cheese and pepper.
"Anyone who doesn't eat pasta is suspect in my book," he said.
"Amen," Gretchen said.”
Source: Marrying the Ketchups