H Quotes
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“He extended a finger to her face, the simple gesture bringing into play the sleek muscles of his shoulders and arms. “You are so beautiful, so adorable. I know full well you’re my doom, and I don’t care.”
Source: A Touch Too Much
“He extends his arms. “The real me.”
I raise a brow. “I thought the real you preferred to wear only trousers and a shirt.”
“The real me prefers to be stark naked,” he says with a wink”
Source: Heart of the Raven Prince
“He exuded wisdom-even the wisest...were pale, flickering candles next to the nourishing solar illumination of [his] insights.”
Source: Spells
“He exulted in the possession of himself once more; he realized how much of the delight of the world he had lost when he was absorbed in that madness which they called love; he had had enough of it; he did not want to be in love anymore if love was that.”
“He eyed her fingernails, painted bright blue. Her wrists smelled like peppermint and she said her name was “Stella.” Andrei was impressed by her femininity, the subject of which was a dangerous thing. When some men are exposed to a certain kind of woman, they become so absolutely entranced by their iridescence that they would do anything to be around them for longer. Lie. Linger. Kill. It was a pure, wild attraction, that started from a collarbone, that would make a man agree to rip out his tooth if only to hear a woman talk again. Lastly, she had these devilish eyes exclusive to brown and only ever sometimes encountered. Those types of eyes were so dark they had death in them, but were framed with such sweet, narrow eyelids that took death, swirled it in a sizzling adorableness, and communicated a dangerous, impatient capability for sex. It seduced men throughout history—what lived behind the mischievous, delicate, hickory fire.”
Source: A Happy Ghost
“He eyed her hungrily. "Now, eat your cake or whatever it is and try to be a good girl."
"It's German apple puff, for your information. Have you tried it? It's delicious. Here." She leaned slowly across the table and fed him a bite from her spoon.
He helped himself to a leisurely look at her décolletage as he opened his mouth and accepted. "Mm. That is good."
"Told you so." Her eyes twinkled as she leaned back in her chair in leisurely contentment.
"I thought you said a while ago you had no room left for the sweets."
"I'm pacing myself. Besides---" She took another dainty nibble off her dessert spoon. "There were no corsets in the trunk of goodies your servants brought me, so, you see, I'm wonderfully free to make a glutton of myself."
This little fact arrested his full attention. His stare homed in on her figure--- what he could see of it over the table. "You mean...?"
"Indeed, Your Grace. Tonight, I go au naturel." She laughed like she enjoyed teasing him and took another remorseless bite of German apple puff.
Rohan watched her with strange sensations of delight.
God, she was a maddening woman. An unpredictable blend of innocence and passion. Intelligent, mercurial. Her prickly side amused him, but he liked her even better like this, open and relaxed.
Uncorseted.
In her scintillating humor, she threw off light like the candle glow as it played over the cut-crystal facets of their wine goblets. In short, she enchanted him. Maybe she had inherited some of her ancestor Valerian's magic.
Rohan had a feeling he was doomed.
He could sense a most unforeseen bond growing between them and did not know what to make of it.
"Staring again, Your Grace?"
"I've just decided you are rather naughty. And I like it."
She shrugged. "You said we were celebrating. Anyway, it's your fault. If you wanted me to behave, you shouldn't have made me try so many wines."
"Why on earth would I want that?" he asked softly.
"Hm." She caught a bead of condensation running down the shaft of her narrow champagne flute on her fingertip and brought it to her lips.
Damn, but just watching her got him hard.”
Source: My Dangerous Duke
“He eyed her warily. “Did Pearl give you coffee?”
“Yes.”
“How many cups?”
“Just three. It’s quite good with cream and sugar.”
“Have you ever had it before?”
“No. Why? What does that have to do with anything? I don’t see what that has to do with anything. Why are my knees shaking?”
“Pearl!”
Pearl peeked around the wall. “Well! She had a headache. I didn’t think she’d act like a squirrel. And I didn’t know she had three cups.”
“A headache?” Maximillion murmured. He turned to Isadora, pointing to the nearest chair. “Sit down.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Sit. Down.”
Source: Flame
“He eyed my creamy-ice. “You’ll be dead because of that stuff.”
“Your body is your temple. That’s why I’m giving it a treat.” I spooned out an extra-large bite and sucked on it slowly.
My insides swooned.”
Source: Girl With Three Eyes
“He f**ks even better than he looks”, I settled on saying. Several heads turned. I didn’t care; I was pissed. “And that beautiful face is going to be clamped between my legs as soon as we get home, don’t you worry.”
“He faced Doug. His eyes were wet. "I am not one of your tricks, Douglas."
"Of course, you're not."
"That's what I feel like tonight, seeing you in there with all those bodies. One of a thousand nights. One of a thousand fucks. And fuck you for making me feel this way. And fuck you again for making me say fuck in this beautiful place.”
Source: Another Enchanted April
“He faced love without fear,
for he knew
the ache of not loving her
would be the far greater pain.”
“He faced me as he spoke, was oriented towards me, and yet there was something the matter—it was difficult to formulate. He faced me with his ears, I came to think, but not with his eyes. These, instead of looking, gazing, at me, ‘taking me in’, in the normal way, made sudden strange fixations—on my nose, on my right ear, down to my chin, up to my right eye—as if noting (even studying) these individual features, but not seeing my whole face, its changing expressions, ‘me’, as a whole. I am not sure that I fully realized this at the time—there was just a teasing strangeness, some failure in the normal interplay of gaze and expression. He saw me, he scanned me, and yet...”
Source: The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat and Other Clinical Tales
“He faced the terror of that second ocean, the largest a man can face. He looked up at the tiny shores of other worlds and its great expanse. He was afraid of it, of the deepness despite the starry fields.”
Source: Sins of the Maker
“He faces life in prison and the violent hostility of other prisoners. Jack Blair still believes love is the answer.”
Source: Anarchist, Republican... Assassin: a political novel
“he fact that there seems to be no problem in America that can’t be solved by murdering your whole family or your boss or a whole crowd of strangers, and maybe yourself”
Source: Ducks, Newburyport
“He failed to see that it contained at once all of Djuna's wishes which had been denied, and these wishes had flown from all directions to meet at this intersection and to plead once more for understanding.”
Source: The Four-Chambered Heart: V3 in Nin's Continuous Novel
“He failed to try. He tried to fail”
“He fainted. Then he came to and remembered what happened and fainted again.”
Source: DragonSpell: A Novel
“He fallado una y otra vez en mi vida, por eso he conseguido el éxito.”
Source: Michael Jordan
“He falls asleep believing he's been robbed, not knowing that the summoning of demons is almost always unwitting.”
Source: The Dream of Perpetual Motion
“He falls asleep judging himself with no context. In his dream he’s offended someone, then everyone, then he’s hunted and taunted so he stabs through the fence, stabs naked backs, stabs soft temples and vulnerable gaps.”
Source: Shy
“He falls further into darkness. The stinging pain of daily torture and the numbing cold hardly bother him now, and he relishes the thought that soon he might disappear entirely. Then Lylitte is there in his thoughts again, and the splitting pain brings him back into this life, and again, only one thing eases the torment: winding further out of existence.”
Source: Eden 2:b
“He fashioned an empire of sorts, bereft of cities yet plagued with the endless dramas of society, its pathetic victories and inevitable failures. The community of enslaved Imass thrived in this quagmire of pettiness. They even managed to convince themselves that they possessed freedom, a will of their own that could shape destiny. They elected champions. They tore down their champions once failure draped its shroud over them. They ran in endless circles and called it growth, emergence, knowledge. While over them all, a presence invisible to their eyes, Raest flexed his will. His greatest joy came when his slaves proclaimed him god – though they knew him not – and constructed temples to serve him and organized priesthoods whose activities mimicked Raest’s tyranny with such cosmic irony that the Jaghut could only shake his head.”
Source: Gardens of the Moon
“He feared for his country and for himself. He’d be a fool not to. But some part of him, maybe the privateer, maybe the demon, maybe the prince who had clawed his way to the throne, was itching for a fight.”
Source: Rule of Wolves
“He feared her hatred more than any sword.”
Source: My Tempting Highlander
“He feared his maturity as it grew upon him with its ripe thought, its skill, its finished art; yet which lacked the poetry of boyhood to make living a full end of life.”
Source: The Collected Works of Lawrence of Arabia (Unabridged): Seven Pillars of Wisdom + The Mint + The Evolution of a Revolt + Complete Letters (Including Translations of The Odyssey and The Forest Giant)
“He feared me as many men fear women: because their mistresses (or their wives) understand them. They are scarcely adult, some men: they wish women to understand them, and to that end they tell them all their secrets; and then, when they are properly understood, they hate their women for understanding them.”
Source: Flaubert's Parrot
“He feared no challenger face-to-face, but war was deception, as Khevat had taught him, and not all men fought their enemies with spear and fist.”
Source: The Desert Spear
“He fears because he is small. I will not meet him there. I will not shrink down to his size, or anyone else's, for their comfort, for their appeasement.”
Source: Cackle
“He fears me because he is small. I will not meet him there. I will not shrink myself down to his size, or anyone else's, for their comfort. For their appeasement.
-Cackle by Kim Harrsion”
“He fed himself to the demons he had inside him, every single day. Just to save her, from being consumed by them.”
Source: The Abandoned Paradise: Unraveling the beauty of untouched thoughts and dreams
“He fed his spirit with the bread of books”
“He fed the meter, and we walked the short distance to Hannibal's Kitchen, which was famous for its soul food.
It was crowded, but we only had to wait fifteen minutes to be seated. Having Dante cook for us spoiled me, but I was always down to try another Gullah-Geechee soul food spot. I ordered the crab and shrimp fried rice and shark steak. Quinton had the rice with oxtails but then begged until I gave him some of my fish.
Once we left, we went down East Bay to King Street, stopped in a bookstore, and walked through the City Market. Quinton picked up a pound cake from Fergie's Favorites, and I picked out a beautiful bouquet of flowers fashioned from sweetgrass. Sweetgrass symbolized harmony, love, peace, strength, positivity, and purity. I needed any symbol of those things that I could get. I also thought they'd be a nice peace offering for Mariah. I'd give her a few.
We walked to Kaminsky's for dessert. I had their berry cobbler with ice cream. It was served in the ceramic dish it was baked in. I liked the coziness of eating out of a baking dish. The ice cream tasted homemade. The strawberry syrup exploded on my tongue. I didn't make pies, so whenever I had dessert out, I got pie. Quinton had his favorite milkshake and took key lime pie and bourbon pecan pie to go for his mother.”
Source: Bitter and Sweet
“He feeds upon her face by day and night,
And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:
Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;
Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.”
“He feels a brief pang that something so major has happened in her life without him knowing.”
Source: Paris for One and Other Stories
“He feels again the sensation he has had all his life: that she is the other side to him, that they fit together, him and her, like two halves of a walnut. That without her he is incomplete, lost. He will carry an open wound, down his side, for the rest of his life, where she had been ripped from him. How can he live without her? He cannot. It is like asking the heart to live without the lungs, like tearing the moon out of the sky and asking the stars to do its work, like expecting the barley to grow without the rain.”
Source: Hamnet
“He feels all our sorrows, needs, and burdens as his own. That is why it is said that the sufferings of believers are called the sufferings of Christ.”
“He feels ambivalent about this, as if it’s disloyal of him, because maybe he’s enjoying how she looks or some physical aspect of her closeness. He’s not sure what friends are allowed to enjoy about each other.”
Source: Normal People
“He feels colossally sad.
Blisteringly sad.
Almost ecstatically sad.”
Source: Shy
“He feels
ennui
depression
adrift in his life. Purposeless, perhaps because
—dig a well in the Sudan and thejanjaweed come in and shoot the people anyway
—buy mosquito nets and the boys
you save grow up to
—rape women
—set up cottage industries in Myanmar and the army
—steals them and uses the women as slaves and
Ben is starting to be afraid that he is starting to share Chon’s opinion of the human species
that people are basically
shit.”
“He feels flattered by the attention. Most people look anywhere but his lower body. They pretend not to notice when he limps down the docks. It makes it worse, somehow, everyone pretending that he's still whole.”
Source: St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
“He feels he is in the torture chamber but he knows that one day he will find the door out, because it is he who has the key.”
Source: Wolf Hall
“He feels her heart race madly against his own and for a second he thinks it’s finally happened , he’s come alive.”
Source: No Plain Rebel
“He feels himself buried in those two infinities, the ocean and the sky, at one and the same time: the one is a tomb; the other is a shroud.”
Source: Les Misérables
“He feels like a delicious secret that is just for me. Like the little treat chefs hide in the kitchen for themselves for after the party is over... the oysters of the chicken, the ends of the brisket, the last piece of bacon, the corner brownie. Kissing Shawn feels like licking the bowl of frosting once the cake is finished, or eating the last spoonfuls of still-warm risotto in the pan while you are cleaning up. Extra special, private, the littlest bit naughty.”
Source: How to Change a Life
“He feels safer just knowing that even if he's away there is a home waiting for him to return.”
Source: Daytripper
“He feels spikes everywhere and rushes to impale himself.”
Source: The Hotel
“He feels the need to hear a human voice—a fully human voice like his own. Sometimes he laughs like a hyena or roars like a lion—his idea of a hyena his idea of a lion.”
Source: Oryx And Crake
“He feels the word close enough to absorb it;
an exorcised silence creating cliffsides to escape to and reverse.”
Source: Cocaine Masks
“He fell as gently as a tree falls. There was not even any sound.”
Source: The Little Prince: