H Quotes
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“He hates me more," says Peeta. "I don't think people in general are his sort of thing.”
Source: The Hunger Games Trilogy
“He hates that he can fold himself up so tightly in his own skin that there's nothing real about him on the outside.”
Source: The Prisoner’s Throne
“He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks.”
“He hath a share of man's intelligence, but no share of man's falsehood.”
Source: The Talisman, The Two Drovers, My Aunt Margaret's Mirror, The Tapestried Chamber, The Laird's Jock
“He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.”
Source: The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with a Glossary
“He hath desired to bring the souls of other men to heaven; let his soul be brought to heaven.”
“He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew.”
Source: The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: All 214 Plays, Sonnets, Poems & Apocryphal Plays (Including the Biography of the Author): Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet, Macbeth, Othello, The Tempest, King Lear, The Merchant of Venice, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Richard III, Antony and Cleopatra, Julius Caesar, The Comedy of Errorsäó_
“He hath eaten me out of house and home.”
“He hath freedom whoso beareth a clean and constant heart within.”
“He hath given me rest by His sorrow, and life by His death.”
Source: The Pilgrim's Progress: From this World to that which is to Come. Delivered Under the Similitude of a Dream. In Two Parts
“He hath great neede of a foole, that plaies the foole himselfe.”
Source: The Complete Works of George Herbert: Prose
“He hath never failed thee yet. Never will His love forget. O fret not thyself nor let Thy heart be troubled, Neither let it be afraid.”
Source: Toward Jerusalem
“He hath no leisure who useth it not.”
Source: The poetical works of George Herbert
“He hath no power that hath not power to use.”
“He hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink; his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts. (Shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost, IV)”
Source: Love's Labor's Lost
“He hath shook hands with time.”
“He hauled me against him and all doubt gone, he was very much a man. For every part of me that was curved, he was straight. Everywhere that I was weak, he was strong. In all the places that I was soft, he was…hard.”
Source: The Silent Cries of a Magpie
“He have his goodness now. God forbid I take it from him!”
Source: The Crucible
“He hazardeth much who depends for his learning on experience. An unhappy master, he that is only made wise by many shipwrecks; a miserable merchant, that is neither rich nor wise till he has been bankrupt. By experience we find out a short way by a long wandering.”
“He he he... Crazy? Cicero? He he he he! That's... madness.”
“He headed down blind, holding onto a sliver of soberness and memory to get him to the bottom.”
Source: Lume
“He headed for the door but stopped halfway. “I love you, Sophie. I love you with my soul.”
Her bare arms held up the duvet. “Don’t ruin this, Banallt, please.”
“I’m not a villain from one of your novels, Sophie.” She stared at him, wide-eyed. “Unlike them, I can change. I have changed.”
Unfortunately, she didn’t believe him.”
Source: Scandal
“He headed home through the streets of New Bedlam. It was the cleanest city in the Cosmos on the outside to disguise the flaws just under the surface. Like a corpse at the viewing, all makeup and formaldehyde. Under the streets were veins of sewers, rank with putrid blood and discarded bones from the nightclubs and luxury apartment buildings.
Eros could feel the bloodlust pouring out of every doorway he passed, and he buttoned up his pea coat and quickened his pace. The desiderium of the city both tempted and disgusted him.”
Source: The Netherworlds: Curse of Fate
“He headed to the outer Eastern rim of the Galaxy, where it was said, wisdom and truth were to be found, most particularly on planet Hawalius, which was a planet of oracles and seers and soothsayers and also take-out pizza parlors, because most mystics were completely incapable of cooking for themselves.”
Source: The Ultimate Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
“He heaps up riches by himself and thinks How strong I am now and how secure and in his madness he does not understand that the more he heaps up, the more he sinks into self-destructive impotence”
“He heard a dresser drawer slide shut in the bedroom.
She came out dressed all in black, as she almost always did, and carrying the three pieces of a plate that had fallen off the bed the night before; it was a light shade of blue, and sticky with pomegranate juice. He heard her dropping it into the kitchen trash can before she wandered past him into the living room. She stood in front of his sofa, running her fingers through her hair to test for dampness, her expression a little blank when he glanced up at her, and it seemed to him later that she’d been considering something, perhaps making up her mind. But then, he played the morning back so many times that the tape was ruined—later it seemed possible that she’d simply been thinking about the weather, and later still he was even willing to consider the possibility that she hadn’t stood in front of the sofa at all—had merely paused there, perhaps, for an instant that the stretched-out reel extended into a moment, a scene, and finally a major plot point.
Later he was certain that the first few playbacks of that last morning were reasonably accurate, but after a few too many nights of lying awake and considering things, the quality began to erode. In retrospect the sequence of events is a little hazy, images running into each other and becoming slightly confused: she’s across the room, she’s kissing him for a third time—and why doesn’t he look up and kiss her? Her last kiss lands on his head—and putting on her shoes; does she kiss him before she puts on her shoes, or afterward? He can’t swear to it one way or the other. Later on he examined his memory for signs until every detail seemed ominous, but eventually he had to conclude that there was nothing strange about her that day. It was a morning like any other, exquisitely ordinary in every respect.”
Source: Last Night in Montreal
“He heard a furious rustling, a
disturbance in the trees. He followed Zander’s final glance and saw the angel frozen in mid-air, outside of time. Then the rapid descent.”
Source: Yonder
“He heard a whispering voice as footsteps beat the dirt. “Got to make them pay. Got to make them all pay.” He heard something heavy being dragged over the dirt. He heard his own throat give a final whine as air left it. Then he heard nothing.”
Source: Heads Will Roll
“He heard her scrambling out of her chair and following behind him with the click of her kitten heels. Those damn shoes will be the death of me one day.”
Source: Crystal's Crucible
“He heard Julien’s voice, with the fancy French accent illuminating the letters, just as surely as the old monks had illuminated letters when they painted them bright red or gold and decorated them with tiny figures and leaves.”
Source: Lasher
“He heard someone playing an Andalusian guitar, the drumming of a thousand bat wings inside a dark cave. He heard an ancient lyre, the leaf of autumn falling to the ground, someone whispering "I love you". He heard the sound of winf, a beating heart, and a mother saying good night to her child.”
Source: The Wonderling
“He heard the back door open and close. Carol, of course. Smelled her before he could see her. He’d never asked them when the affair began but always presumed it ran along invisible tracks parallel to his parents’ marriage. Mum had the painting and he had Carol. Truce.
/It’s hard being born here, breathing this air. It becomes part of you, whether you want it to or not. Those lights become dawn and dusk.
Mum used to say that.
Did she? We were friends once.
I never knew that.
In the early days, we were. But the she seemed to withdraw. Rarely went out with your dad anymore. Maybe it was being a new mum. I reckon you were enough for her. Lucky Dora, we used to say.
Ellis put his arm around her shoulder./
It was hard for us, wasn’t it? Getting to know each other?
We know each other now, said Ellis.
Yeah.
And you know you’re too good for him.
I know, said Carol, and they laughed.
Do you think he’s alright? said Ellis, looking back to the house.
Course he is. He’s just used to being a bastard. He’s one of them men who discovered later on that he’s got a heart.”
Source: Tin Man
“He heard the news long before her scent reached him. Brandt Talbot shrank into the heavy vegetation, his chest tight and his body taut with sudden anticipation. She was here at long last. In his domain. Within his grasp. It had been a long hunt to find her, nearly impossible, yet he managed it. He had deliberately lured her to his lair and she had come.”
Source: The Awakening
“He heard the voice that had called to him in dreams, had saved him from the sands and from following his brother into the river.”
Source: Sand for Dreams
“He hears but half who hears one party only.”
“He hears men's voices, shouts, so evil and grim he hears their names: Tin Tin, Fun Boy, T-Bird, Top Dollar and Tom Tom. The sounds sink into his heart like ice and brun in his head with a heat so intense it glows white.”
Source: The Crow
“He hears the silence howling catches angels as they fall, and the all time winner has got him by the fun.”
“He hecho el hecho y he hecho la
hazaña y he cometido el acto, el acto es un hecho y es una hazaña y por
cuenta más pronto o más tarde, he matado por ti y esa es mi hazaña y contártela
ahora es mi obsequio, y me querrás más aún al saber lo que he hecho, aunque
saberlo manche tu corazón tan blanco”
“He hecho un alto aquí y otro más adelante; y otro en cualquier parte que me agradara. Las sociedades de nuestro tiempo han eliminado el derecho individual de no tener prisa, pero los inmunes a la ambición, los vagos y los contemplativos formamos la vanguardia del gran frente de resistencia mundial a las imposiciones esclavizantes de los que creen que el tiempo es oro. La idea de que el tiempo es oro está contaminada de ansias de poder, de alimento bélico, de angustia mercantil, de autoritarismo estatal, de irracionalidad de consumidores a ultranza. Y, en verdad, sólo cuando se transita sin prisa por las orillas de las lagunas herederas de los ámbitos en los cuales comenzó la vida humana, uno comprende objetivamente la afirmación filosófica de que el tiempo es la imagen móvil de la eternidad.”
“He held back nothing of himself in his effort to please his audience”
Source: War Crimes
“He held her a moment longer, allowing the merhorse to become accustomed to her.
"How do I steer?" she asked.
"You don't," he said. "She steers. You ride."
He then released her. Instinctively, she leaned forward and grabbed onto Sian's mane as the merhorse lunged away from the rocks. Sea spray and wind spattered Kiela's face.
The merhorse picked up speed, jumping through the waves like a dolphin. Kiela clung to her mane, feeling as if she were holding on to seaweed, slippery but soft. She let out a shriek as Sian leaped over the top of a large cresting wave, and then she laughed as they sailed down the other side.
She'd never felt anything like this. It was terrifying. And wonderful.
She felt as if her blood had become the wind, and her breath had become the sea spray. She tasted salt, and she tasted freedom. Both were glorious.”
Source: The Spellshop
“He held her and rocked her, believing, rightly or wrongly, that Ellie wept for the very intractability of death, its imperviousness to argument or to a little girl’s tears; that she wept over its cruel unpredictability; and that she wept because of the human being’s wonderful, deadly ability to translate symbols into conclusions that were either fine and noble or blackly terrifying. If all those animals had died and been buried, then Church could die
(any time!)
and be buried; and if that could happen to Church, it could happen to her mother, her father, her baby brother. To herself. Death was a vague idea; the Pet Sematary was real. In the texture of those rude markers were truths which even a child’s hands could feel.”
Source: Pet Sematary
“He held her as though she was a gift. Given to him in love. Something still and small. Unbearably precious.”
Source: The God of Small Things
“He held her close enough to kiss, close enough to whisper the most important secrets in the world, and he spoke to her as he would have wanted some good angel to speak to his family, to his own shivering young soul, long ago and in a land far away.”
Source: The Bane Chronicles
“He held her down in the cushioning billows of the bed, kissed her, fondled and provocatively caressed until she arched, with her body begged; breaking from the kiss, he trailed hot, wet, openmouthed kisses down the taut line of her throat, over the creamy upper swell of her breast, and gave her the first course of what she'd asked for.
He feasted on her breasts without quarter, licked, suckled, and laved as she writhed and gasped beneath him, as her hands gripped and tightened on his skull as he drew every last gasp and moan he could from her, then moved on.
Over her midriff, down over her waist, pausing to pay homage to the sensitive indentation of her navel, then he shifted still lower.
Trapping one of her long legs beneath him, lifting and draping the other over his shoulder, he held it there, held her steady as he pressed an ardent kiss to the curls shielding her mons.
He heard her breath hitch, felt her body tremble, then tense and coil. Glancing at her face, he caught a glimpse of intense cornflower blue burning beneath her heavy lids, saw her lips slick and swollen from his kisses, parted in shocked disbelief. Deliberately he slid lower, bent and set his lips to the slick, swollen flesh between her thighs.
She jerked, moaned. He licked and she screamed. She reached for him, but could only touch his head. Her fingers twined in his hair, tightened; she tensed to tug, but he licked again, then slowly, expertly probed, and she didn't move.
Panting, eyes shut, she waited.
Inwardly smug, he settled to worship her in that way, too, to taste her, to fill his senses with her, and hers with him.
She let him have his way, let him taste her as he wished, let him try her with his tongue and drive her mindless.
He asked, and she surrendered; he took, and she gave. In return, he pleasured her with unwavering devotion until she sobbed and cried out his name.
Rising, he rolled her firmly onto her back, trailed kisses like fire up her belly and breasts as he loomed over her, spreading her thighs wide, settling between. He held himself over her, arms braced as he kissed her, tasted her desperation on her lips. Then with one, single powerful thrust he joined them.
She closed about him like a glove, and he gasped; like the goddess he'd named her she welcomed her servant into her temple and embraced him.
He moved, and she moved with him, fluidly meeting him as they gave themselves up to the now familiar dance. His thoughts fractured, ripped from him as a whirlpool of sensation rose up, drenched, then drowned him.”
Source: The Taste of Innocence
“He held her face in his hands, and stared into her eyes, and said that she was his for only a while anyway, and that it wasn’t his going to Cranwell that would split them up. “You’re destined for greater things, Susannah Hammond. I see it in you. You’re so clever, so bright. So beautiful. So special. I’m not any of those things. Except when I’m flying, maybe. Down here, I’m ordinary. I’m going to be just a memory for you. A sweet one, I hope. Happy. But just a part of your past. I might be good enough for now, but I’m not good enough forever. Not for you.”
Source: When You Were Mine
“He held her face in his hands, searching her eyes as if to read her thoughts.
"You can have me anytime you want," he murmured, his voice low and raspy."
"Oh, I am totally going home with you tonight," she said with a groan and wink.”
Source: Christmas with a Bite
“He held her for a minute, then two, then three, simply holding her and committing to memory what he could not have in life.”
Source: Unraveled
“He held her gaze as he lowered his head toward her. He didn't kiss her though--just leaned kissably close and asked, "Will you let me take you in my arms... for a dance, Leslie?”
Source: Ink Exchange
“He held her gaze steady while he summarized her promises. “She will honor me, protect me, obey me only when she believes I’m being reasonable—but I shouldn’t hold out hope that that day will ever come—try to love me before she’s an old woman, and I’d better get it straight in my mind that she will respect me until or unless I do something to prove I’m not worthy, and God save me then. Have I left anything out, Brenna?”
Source: The Wedding