H Quotes
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“He closed his eyes again, and for a moment had the illusion of holding the world in his arms - a warm world all tropics, lashed by storm. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no," he said. It was all he had the strength to say. But even if he had been able to say more, still he would have said only: "No, no, no no."
It was not a whole life whose loss she was mourning there in his arms, but it was a great part of one; above all it was a part whose limits she knew precisely, and her knowledge augmented the bitterness. And presently within her, deeper than the weeping for the wasted years, she found a ghastly dread all formed and growing.”
Source: The Sheltering Sky
“He closed his eyes and fought the pain he felt. He knew, right away, the pain was not from the cancer because it was happening to the other guys, as well. They had all been injected with an experimental serum minutes earlier, which was intended to kill their cancer cells. However, the intense pain made it feel more like it was going to kill them, instead.”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel
“He closed his eyes and let out a jagged breath. "Okay." He settled between my legs holding himself over me. "I've never been with a virgin, Eva. I'm going to try real hard not to hurt you." "Will it hurt you?" I asked, thinking about his pained expression when he'd said I was too tight. He smiled, "It's going to be the closest to heaven I'll ever get, baby.”
“He closed his eyes and sank into the warm dusk that separates consciosness and sleep, where reality bends and sways to the wind of thought, and where creativity blossoms in its freedom from boundaries and all things are possible.”
Source: The Inheritance Cycle Complete Collection: Eragon, Eldest, Brisingr, Inheritance
“He closed his eyes and the warmth sank into his head, bringing an immediate sense of life. Reality came through the violent breathing, and with a sort of nostalgic remorse. He felt as though he was waiting tranquilly for some undefined revenge.”
Source: Snow Country
“He closed his eyes and wanted to cry, as the reality of his situation set in.”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel
“He closed his eyes as she put her hand on his shoulder, and in that instant, nothing else mattered. Not the song, not the place, not the other couples around him. Only this, only her. He gave himself over to the feel of her body as it pressed against him, and they moved slowly in small circles on the sawdust-strewn floor, lost in a world that felt as though it had been created for just the two of them.”
“He closed his eyes. Behind him, the hyenas howled, furious at him. Before him stood the house with its open door. He wasn't close yet, but he was closer than he'd been: close enough to see that inside, there was a bed where he could rest, where he could lie down and sleep after his long run, where he would, for the first time in his life, be safe.”
Source: A Little Life
“He closed his eyes. This bed was a wedding gift from friends he had not seen in years. He tried to remember their names, but they were gone. In it, or on it, his marriage had begun and, six years later, ended. He recognized a musical creak when he moved his legs, he smelled Julie on the sheets and banked-up pillows, her perfume and the close, soapy essence that characterized her newly washed linen. Here he had taken part in the longest, most revealing, and, later, most desolate conversations of his life. He had had the best sex ever here, and the worst wakeful nights. He had done more reading here than in any other single place - he remembered Anna Karenina and Daniel Deronda in one week of illness. He had never lost his temper so thoroughly anywhere else, nor had been so tender, protective, comforting, nor, since early childhood, been so cared for himself. Here his daughter had been conceived and born. On this side of the bed. Deep in the mattress were the traces of pee from her early-morning visits. She used to climb between then, sleep a little, then wake them with her chatter, her insistence on the day beginning. As they clung to their last fragments of dreams, she demanded the impossible: stories, poems, songs, invented catechisms, physical combat, tickling. Nearly all evidence of her existence, apart from photographs, they had destroyed or given away. All the worst and the best things that had ever happened to him had happened here. This was where he belonged. Beyond all immediate considerations, like the fact that his marriage was more or less finished, there was his right to lie here now in the marriage bed.”
Source: The Child in Time
“He closed his eyes willing his desire to cool before meeting hers once more, “I am Lutalo Gund, your mate.”
Source: Wild for Him:
“He closed his eyes, dropping his forehead against hers. “You’ll be the death of me, Elena.” She smiled. “You need a little excitement in that boring old life of yours.”
Source: Nalini Singh: Guild Hunters Novels 1-4
“He closed his eyes. “I’m so tired, Tess,” he said. “I only wanted pleasant dreams for once.” “That is not the way to get them, Will,” she said softly. “You cannot buy or drug or dream your way out of pain.”
Source: The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Angel; Clockwork Prince; Clockwork Princess
“He closed the damn door and turned and stopped, looking at her. “Sometimes,” he said softly, and stopped, then started again, “I often wonder why human men are so fixated on how a woman looks when there’s so much more to explore, and so many kinds of beauty—why obsess over one particular version? But sometimes, when I look at you, I understand."
And sometimes, when he looked at her the way he was now, she was beautiful. Not just okay. Not even really pretty. Beautiful.”
Source: Mortal Ties
“He closed the distance between them, slipped an arm around her waist beneath the blanket. His fingers traced her jaw, slid into the hair at her nape. “You are a fascinating woman, Paige. No wonder Russell chose you for this task. Or did you volunteer?”
With a tug, she was flush against him. The blanket fell away as she let it go to press her hands against his chest. Paige closed her eyes. His naked chest.
His skin was hot beneath her hands, silky and hard, and she wanted to pet him like a cat.
How could she possibly find him sexy at a time like this?
“Let me go,” she breathed.
“Before you’ve done what you came to do?”
“I didn’t come here to do anything.”
“What did Russell offer you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“Were you supposed to seduce me? Supposed to leave me sated and exhausted in bed while you went through my papers?” His head dipped toward her. “Because I have to say, Paige, that I am very disappointed in your technique thus far. But I find I am quite willing to allow you to complete your mission.
She knew she should pull away when his lips touched hers, but it was physically impossible. Not because he held her too tightly, but because her body was zinging with sparks that she didn’t want to end…”
Source: Prince Voronov's Virgin
“He closed the door behind us, and led me through to the back of the shop. ‘If you don’t mind, you can get changed in the stock cupboard,’ he said. ‘We’re not posh enough here to have staff changing rooms, but you’ll soon get used to it.’
‘Oh, don’t worry, Chris,’ I said warmly. ‘I’m used to getting my clothes off in unusual places.”
Source: Naked and Sexual
“He closed the locker quickly so no one would see the damage. For some reason, he felt ashamed.”
Source: The Chocolate War
“He closed the makeshift plywood door, sealing the space so Ethan would not have to hear any sounds from the outside world: not the voices of men, not the scream of steam engines as they arrived at the nearby station. The only sounds would be of their bodies breathing, of their clothes rustling, of skin moving against soft skin.
The shack was small and humble, but it was cozy and private, and lit with a light that did not seem to come entirely from the lantern.
Afterword, Ethan wept, and Love whispered things meant to make him feel safe. Were it possible, he would have traded his immortality to remain with this beautiful soul, to concentrate all that love on a human who needed it so.”
Source: The Game of Love and Death
“He closed the pages and stuffed them back into his jacket. Keeping his eyes cast downwards as he sipped his wine, he pulled out and lit a cigarette – almost a post-coital gesture.
from The Willow Lake Group by Kelly Proudfoot”
Source: The Willow Lake Group
“He closes his eyes briefly and looks as if he might say something, but he doesn't, and sometimes when people don't speak, they say everything , don't they?”
Source: Dear Ava
“He closes his eyes, but then opens them again a moment later. Then he pushes himself into a sitting position against the headboard, like some kind of sexy phoenix rising from the ashes of the bedclothes.”
Source: Bombshells
“He closes his eyes.
Our lips brush lightly.
"If you ask me to kiss you , I will," he says.
His fingers stroke the inside of my wrists, and I burst into flames.
"Kiss me," I say.
He does.”
Source: Anna and the French Kiss
“He closes his eyes. When he opens them, he releases my hand and turns so I cant see his face. ¨I can see why you thought what you did. I suppose I am not an easy person to trust. And maybe I ought not to be trusted, but let me say this: i trust you.¨
Page 162”
Source: The Queen of Nothing
“He closes his hand around mine and I hold on. I like his hand. It's big and holds easy but sure. It's the kind of hold that says, I got you if you want me, but I'll let you go if you feel like running for a while.”
Source: Iced: Fever Series
“He closes the door with a determined click, and I hear him call to a flight attendant, and I sink down onto the toilet seat, resting my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands as I listen to him through the door.
"I'm sorry to bother you but my wife," he says, and then pauses. With the last word he says, my heart begins to hammer. "The one who now got sick? She's started her... cycle? And I'm wondering if you keep any, or rather if you have... something? You see this all happened a bit fast and she packed in a hurry, and before that we were in Vegas. I have no idea why she came with me but I really really don't want to screw this up. And now she needs something. Can she, uh," he stutters, finally saying simply, "borrow quelque chose?" I cover my mouth as he continues to ramble, and I would given anything in this moment to see the expression of the flight attendant on the other side of this door. "I meant use," he continues. "Not to borrow because I don't think they work that way."
I hear a woman's voice ask, "Do you know if she needs tampons or pads?"
Oh God. Oh God. This can't be happening.
"Um..." I hear him sigh and then say, "I have no idea but I'll give you a hundred dollars to end this conversation and give me both.”
Source: Sweet Filthy Boy
“He clumsily picks up the trays of corn cake and bolo de rolo, now all mixed together. He shoves a piece of the mixture into his mouth like he's doing it just to avoid talking.
But then his eyes light up.
"Oh my God!" he says with his mouth full. He grabs another piece of corn cake stacked with bolo de rolo, holding it up to show it to me, like he's just made a great discovery.
"What?" I ask.
"You gotta try this," he says.
I'm so nervous that I don't think I can make myself eat, but I take the first bite---
Salt and sugar mix in my mouth, the two tastes meeting like a kiss.
"It's... it's..." I can't find the right words.
"Perfect," he finishes for me. He's so close, his eyes locked with mine and that silly smile on his face.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?!”
Source: Salt and Sugar
“He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud: I love you; I love you and I don’t care that you’re my sister; don’t be with him, don’t want him, don’t go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me.
I don’t know how to be without you.”
Source: City of Ashes
“He clutched at his chest, trying to find the pendant that hung there, to hold onto the reality of it, the reality of his age and the time in which he was living, but the shadows surrounded him on all sides and the fear grew in his heart and he was only a frightened little boy.”
Source: Children of the Dead City
“He clutched her hard, as if she might turn to insubstantial air and fade away. Only then did she know how much this day had cost him.”
Source: Love on a Midsummer Night
“He clutched the handle of the knife with the same strength the gang members used to kick him. He was worthless, like a crumpled bit of trash thrown, but not worth picking up, that doesn’t even deserve a courteous foot nudge to hide. He was unseen, like the skin beneath the toga of a female statue made of stone. He was ugly, like the damaged face of the deformed stranger you try not to look at because you don’t want it in your memory. He was as soft as the pull-tab of a soda can, as easily broken as a straw wrapper, and as close to death as a baby slug crawling next to a group of kids at summer camp.”
Source: The Goodbye Song
“He clutched the watch hard in his fist, determined to destroy it, to prove that it couldn't be real. That she hadn't come here because of him, for him.
That he hadn't done what he knew he had.”
Source: Enshadowed
“He cocked an eyebrow and Joss’s gaze was once again drawn to the white scar that slashed it in half. “You been Googling me?”
Joss’s cheeks warmed. “I needed to know I wasn’t letting an axe murderer into our house.”
Source: Troy
“He cocked his head and considered her. Would she slap his face for even suggesting this? “Trust me.”
He managed to draw her to her feet, her back to his chest.
“What are you doing?” Her voice came as a quick burst. She struggled against him.
“Trust... me.”
He wrapped his arms tightly around her, cocooning her in his embrace. If only he could keep her like this. Safe. Protected.
Her arms hung by her side, her hands forming tight fists. But no punch - yet.”
Source: Finding Courage
“He cocked his head. "But why did you come to begin with?"
"I think you know, Callum," she answered, embarrassed.
"Yeah, I think I do, but I want to hear it from you."
Why not tell him? This whole sequence wouldn't amount to much more than a dream tomorrow, anyway. "Because you're amazing, because you're a rock star, because you move me. There are probably a million girls on the planet who would do anything to be where I am right now." Luckily, she didn't tell him she loved him; that would have been really awkward. She made herself breathe. "But I took advantage of this ability I have. The real truth is that last night, I'm not sure I could have stopped myself even if I wanted to. I just never thought..." Sylvie trailed off, unable to continue.
"What?"
"I never thought you'd be able to see me. Most people can't."
"Really?" His expression was almost smug. "So why do you think I can?"
"I don't know. I don't think anyone really understands how this works. Most times I float around and go unnoticed. I thought if I could just see you, I could make a kind of peace with that." She looked down at her feet, feeling inexcusable. "I'm getting this all wrong. I just wanted to apologize, that's all. And now I really do sound like a stalker."
He laughed. "Hey, there are worse things in the world than being stalked by a beautiful girl who has this amazing ability to fly out of her body any time she wants to. What else can you do, Sylvie?" The question lingered in the air. She had a feeling that he wasn't talking about anything spiritual at all. In fact, she got the distinct impression that he was flirting with her.
"Don't you want me to leave? Aren't you pissed off?" she asked.
He laughed again, totally at ease. She wished she were as relaxed. "Listen, I'm a guy who likes his privacy. But there's something about you... something special. It seems crazy, but maybe I can see you because I'm meant to see you."
Sylvie didn't know what to say.”
Source: When Autumn Leaves
“He cocked his head. "I've never been with a witch."
Let her rip out his throat for that. End it.
A row of iron fangs snapped down over teeth as her smile grew."I've been with plenty of men. you're all the same. Taste the same." She looked over as if he were her next meal.”
“He cocked his head to one side. "Callie, this is a ranch. If I remember right, you joined the Army because you hated every damn thing there was about ranchin'. Are you sure you want to live here?"
"Guess I've found out there's worse things in the world than the cows, hay haulin', and calvin' season," she said. I'm not askin' for a handout here, Finn. I'm willing to work. I'll work outside. I'll work inside cleaning and cooking or both if you'll give me and Martin room and board.”
Source: Cowboy Boots for Christmas: Cowboy Not Included
“He cocked his head to the side."Anything else your allergic to?"
"Besides penicillin and guys who bust into my apartment? No.”
Source: Wait for You
“He cocked his head to the side. "Did he die well?" "He died screaming." Charlotte's bluntness startled Tessa. "What a beautiful thing to hear.”
Source: The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Angel; Clockwork Prince; Clockwork Princess
“He cold, he dope, he might sell coke He always in the air but he never fly coach”
“He collapsed heavily on the bed, a whale into the ocean.”
Source: The Midnight Library
“He collapsed on the floor beneath the site of his destruction. The frail pieces of his marriage crumbled around him along with the plaster.”
Source: Winter's Mother 1
“He collected audiences around him, and flourished and exhibited and harangued.”
“He comes as a guest to the feast of existence, and knows that what matters is not how much he inherits but how he behaves at the feast, and what people remember and love him for.”
“He comes back with the script, and it's racist like a 1940's Newspaper.”
“He comes closer and embraces me, which soon turns into a lingering bear hug.”
Source: U-Day
“He comes down next to me, and when I hold out my hand, he takes it. Our fingers lace together. And in that feeling, that perfect feeling of our hands and fingers pressed together, I want to tell him everything. I want to tell him about Josh, and his sister, Emily. I want to tell him about tall, crazy Gert. I want to tell him about bridges and funerals, and most of all, maps. More than anything else, I want to tell him about myself. I want to tell him that I know what things look like from above now. There's so much I want to tell him, because I know he'll understand.”
Source: Jessica Z.
“He comes, he sleeps, he goes. So the plot thickens.”
“He comes into the world God knows how, walks on the water, gets out of his grave and goes up off the Hill of Howth. What drivel is this?”
Source: The Complete Works of James Joyce: Novels, Short Stories, Plays, Poetry, Essays & Letters: Ulysses, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Finnegan’s Wake, Dubliners, The Cat and the Devil, Exiles, Chamber Music, Pomes Penyeach, Stephen Hero, Giacomo Joyce, Critical Writings & more
“He comes off a little like Practical Pig in The Three Little Pigs.”
“He comes over and lifts the foil off the pan. I can see that it is golden and crispy, and the scent of vanilla and butter wafts up at me. Elliot grabs two forks from the bin on the counter and hands one to me.
"I'll grab some plates."
"Don't bother. It's just us," he says, and digs right in. What the hell. I aim for a particularly crusty bit on the edge.
"Oh my, that is amazing," I say. It is perfectly balanced, rich but not heavy, just the teeniest bit of chew left in the bread, vanilla and butter and... something else...
"Toffee. Crushed-up Heath Bars in the middle.”
Source: Out to Lunch
“He comes to her. Sometimes, in their arguments, words no longer reach her. What she needs are his hands. And his attention. And his eyes looking into hers. It slows time to a manageable pace. Makes her feel less like a careening top on the verge of falling.
“I am proposing,” he says “because I love you. I love your mind. I love your body. I love your infuriating skepticism and your need for space. I love the way you throw your head back when you laugh. And I don’t want to ever be without you.”
She blinks. “Right,” she says, “well, I could certainly get behind that.”
Source: Meet Me in Another Life