H Quotes
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“He continued with his research until he found a book entitled The Ultimate Dating Guide: How To Find The Perfect Girlfriend and Keep Them. He flipped through the contents and found the chapter called flirting with confidence. He took out a pen and notebook from his back pocket and scribbled some notes. Praise her body the book advised. Tell her you find her attractive. He decided he would record the key phrases and chose the right moment to recite these to Katie. He wrote you have come to bed eyes. Your eyes were the key to the soul and I like what I see”
“He continues looking at me in this strange way, as though he's never seen me before or as though he thought he'd never see me again.”
Source: The Wicked King
“He continues to give more than 100 per cent and his schoolboy-like enthusiasm for the game is something I envy and admire. For the team he is the best available coaching manual.”
“He continues to pray because divine frequencies strengthen his spiritual antennae. He is a prayerful man whose wisdom lies not only in knowing vital things, but in surrendering to the One who crafts galaxies.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“He continues to smile expectantly. I take a step back. I don't want to catch whatever he has. He is a disturbing out-of-uniform Santa.”
Source: Dry: A Memoir
“He continues to teach because it provides him with a livelihood; also because it teaches him humility, brings it home to him who he is in the world. The irony does not escape him: that the one who comes to teach learns the keenest of lessons, while those who come to learn learn nothing.”
Source: Disgrâce
“He contributes to extraordinary moments. He refuses to be a mere footnote in the annals of existence. He dances on a tightrope because he dares to be different.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“He controlled her with each thrust, damn near stamping his name on her privates-in all caps, bolded, so she'd never forget who it belonged to.”
Source: The Blind Date
“He conveyed a strange impression of being in safety, and completely secure. He had a courteous little manner with him, and smiled and nodded, as I pointed out the hills and the tall trees to him, as if he were interested in everything, and incapable of surprise at anything. I wondered if this consistency was produced by an entire ignorance of the evil of the world, or by a deep knowledge and acceptance of it.”
Source: Out of Africa
“He convinced me - Fred Freeman - to go to Hollywood and we went to Hollywood to write sitcoms. Joey Bishop actually paid my way to Hollywood.”
“He cooks from his heart. From his soul." A pause, where I took in his words. "That is, when he is not drawing."
That was a surprise. "Drawing?"
"He draws little comics," the bartender said. He disappeared down below the bar again. This time when he popped up, he was holding what looked like an old menu. "Look."
I took the menu and flipped through. Yes, it listed various dishes and their prices. But the artist---Luke---had doodled all over it, tiny pictures of the food, wavy lines of steam rising over bowls of rice specks and eggs, and slightly larger pictures of the people enjoying them as elaborate anime characters: their eyes enormous, little strings of drool slipping from the corners of mouth slashes, frizzled lines of movement showing their frenzy as they dove through the menu categories looking for more food.
"This is adorable," I said with some surprise. I hadn't pictured Luke, with his posh accent that slipped out when he wasn't paying attention and his buttoned-up fancy restaurants, drawing cartoons.
"Yes," the bartender said. "Adorable.”
Source: Sadie on a Plate
“He coughed, and spit dust. “Oh…just a fight,” he said.
He grinned up at her from one side of his face; his right eye was already half swollen shut.
“I was doing all right for about half a minute, but after that it was all the other way.”
“There were two of them,” said his friend Tripp hotly. “It wasn’t a fight; they just beat him up.”
“Billy and Ames,” supplied Mark, somewhat muffled by the wet cloth being applied to his split lip. “Dunno what got into ’em—just decided they didn’t like me, I guess.”
Source: Wanderlust Creek and Other Stories
“He could add and subtract faster than lightning, but he preferred his own twilight world, a world where babies slept, waiting to be gathered like morning lilies.”
Source: On Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird
“He could add something to the list of things you weren't supposed to do. Don't get hurt, don't get dirty, don't get drunk, don't get scared, don't count on it. You ended up doing all of them.”
“He could almost believe there were angels in the wild.”
Source: American Princess
“He could almost taste the tang of that swampy air right here in his own desert parking lot and hear the calls of the heavily beating flock, sorrowing and apologizing and making plans for some other time. Time. He realized that crows had always reminded him of time, dark time. He gazed at the backs of his hands, at the plummy dark repellent veins.”
Source: The Quick and the Dead
“He could ask to devour me, and I would serve myself on a silver platter.”
Source: Cancer Perks
“He could ball with the crew, he could solo
But I think I like him better when he dolo”
“He could be a butterfly dreaming he's a man."
"Well, he's not. He's a big fat man dreaming he's a big fat butterfly. What the hell am I supposed to do?"
There was another hesitation. "I'm not sure. You don't happen to have a large net handy, do you?"
"I want to hit him. I want to hit YOU, but I also want to hit him.”
Source: Kingdom of the Wicked
“He could be a testosterone donor.”
Source: Best. State. Ever.: A Florida Man Defends His Homeland
“He could be dominant - if he played in the WNBA.”
“He could be mine, still.”
Source: Love and Other Words
“He could be working at Burger King, spittin' on your onion rings. Or in the parkin' lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck!" With his windows down and his system up”
“He could bear the dying, but not the disappointment.”
“He could beat anything, he thought, because no thing could hurt him if he did not care.”
Source: Complete Short Stories Of Ernest Hemingway: The Finca Vigia Edition
“He could bring a statue to life with that mouth, make Venus sway from her plinth.”
Source: The Duke Undone
“He could build a city. Has a certain capacity. There’s a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly and he thinks if he could just maneuver one into place – well then, game over.”
“He could charge forward, the optimistic leader, even as his heart writhed in a swamp of loneliness. I saw these paradoxical qualities of his from the start, and I could never understand why they weren’t just as obvious to everyone else. He lived in his own special hell.”
Source: Norwegian Wood
“He could charm an audience an hour on a stretch without ever getting rid of an idea.”
Source: Mark Twain at Your Fingertips: A Book of Quotations
“He could deal with his guilt all by himself. Guilt didn't add up to love, an emotion she was done with forever.”
“He could dismiss several schools of philosophy by shifting slightly in his chair or toting his whisky glass.”
“He could do little. Brandy might help, he thought, but when he poured some into the hurt man’s mouth it ran back out again. Presently a colonel, Johnston’s chief of staff, came hurrying into the ravine. But he could do nothing either. He knelt down facing the general. “Johnston, do you know me? Johnston, do you know me?” he kept asking, over and over, nudging the general’s shoulder as he spoke. But Johnston did not know him. Johnston was dead.”
Source: The Civil War, Vol. 1: Fort Sumter to Perryville
“He could do only one thing at a time. If he held her, he couldn't kiss her. If he kissed her, he couldn't see her. If he saw her, he couldn't feel her.”
Source: The God of Small Things
“He could do the dextral pain the same way: Abiding. Here was a second right here: he endured it. What was undealable-with was the thought of all the instants all lined up and stretching ahead, glittering. And the projected future fear. ... It's too much to think about. To Abide there. But none of it's as of now real. ... He could just hunker down in the space between each heartbeat and make each heartbeat a wall and live in there. Not let his head look over. What's unendurable is what his own head could make of it all. ... But he could choose not to listen.”
Source: Infinite Jest
“He could do this. He'd survived boot camp. He'd survived combat and the harsh weather of Afghanistan. He could survive broccoli. Probably.”
Source: Yours to Keep
“He could even think about how fast he was thinking about things.”
“He could feel every living particle around him. To the eyes, it looks as though the sun revolves and spins around us but he could feel his entire body spin with the earth around the sun.”
Source: Tajrish
“He could feel her laughter against his chest, and at that moment he thought that there was no better feeling than making Emma Morley laugh.”
“He could feel her love yesterday and tomorrow.”
Source: If The Train Arrives
“He could feel himself gliding down like the sail of a weightless craft, forever plunging into the great beyond below where mermaids sing and summon their lovers home, further down into the depths of some complacent serenity, further down where thoughts float away and never return and the lightness is so grand that there is no other worldly place imaginable, for there is no world left to be
considered. There is only the soul, free from the prison of the body, and it is released to travel
another millennium through time, carrying with it the progress and industry gathered from the
mind previously occupied.”
Source: Paths of Young Men
“He could feel himself hardening. It was her certainty. Her calm acceptance that she was interested in such things.
In sex.
His cock jerked.
He licked his lips. "And then?"
"That depends." She smiled a secret smile. One that had been used by women ever since mankind had set foot on earth. "If I had a lover, I would tell him what I wanted."
"Just like that?" he asked, his voice lowered.
She nodded. "Just like that."
"What if he didn't want what you want?"
"Then he could say so, couldn't he?" She shrugged. "I suppose we wouldn't match. Wouldn't be compatible. In which case, I should have to find a man who was aroused by my needs."
Her gaze dropped from his face, trailing slowly over his chest and belly to pause at the falls to his breeches.
Where his cock strained to be released.
She stared, and he'd never felt anything so erotic. Just her, frankly observing him. She must be able to see the outline of his erection even as it pulsed with new blood. His libido laid bare to her for as long she pleased.
Every muscle in his body tensed, restrained, unable to move unless she said so.
She sighed softly. "I'd search for a man who yearned for me and what I want. Who craved my touch. A man who put my pleasure above his own." Her gaze rose until she met his eyes. "Perhaps a man like you.”
Source: No Ordinary Duchess
“He could feel it immediately when his shoulder snapped - the intense pain of his bones cracking. His skin tightened, as if it could no long hold whatever was lurking inside him. The breath was sucked from his lungs like he was being crushed. His vision began to blur, and he had the sensation he was falling, even though he could feel the rock tearing at his flesh as his body seized on the ground.”
“He could feel the persuasive pull of Education and her endless endeavours — the addictive quest for more — more knowledge, more challenges, and more of himself.”
Source: Harp and the Lyre: Exchange
“He could feel the pores of his body open like a million mouths and slurp the water in like a sponge.”
Source: The Stand
“He could feel V's eyes sharpen, the vampire's fierce intellect churning over the situation. Among the brothers, Vishous had the most raw brainpower, but he paid for the privilage. Man, Wrath sure had his own demons, and they were no walk in the park, but he wouldn't have wanted Vishous's cross to bear. Seeing what had yet to come was a terrible burden. -Wrath's thoughts”
Source: Dark Lover: A Novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood
“He could find humor in anything. He taught me that the Craft can be light hearted as well and that if something funny happens you are allowed to laugh. So many people take themselves so seriously. There are so many Craft people who never smile. I don't understand it. The Craft is supposed to be joyful. Galetea pauses and then says quietly, 'But magical work was never a joke -Alex taught me that when you do it, you do it seriously.”
“He could go back and take her in his arms. If only he knew how to do this. But they had lost the language of their affections, they had lost the style.”
Source: The Sacred and Profane Love Machine
“He could go back to all that now, to the hills and the people among whom he had been bred, and for whom he had been so bitterly homesick, here in the North. But if he did, would there not be another hunger on him all his life? For other scents and sights and sounds; pale and changeful northern skies and the green plover calling?”
Source: The Eagle of the Ninth
“He could guide anyone to the point of no return. He'd corral them with poetry, music, invoking the alcoholic gods that all died young. But we were so young, we didn't know we had anything we would miss.”
Source: Sonora
“He could hardly breathe at the though of his son and Quintana in Sorel with no one to protect them.”
Source: Froi of the Exiles