H Quotes
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“He looked upwards at the brilliant blue sky. It was high noon because the sun was right overhead. The clouds danced around slowly, while drifting across the sky. He closed his eyes and felt the warmth of the sun glowing orange on his eyelids. It was a wonderful feeling.”
Source: A Ghost In New Orleans
“He looked very old. He looked, James thought, getting his head now against the Lighthouse, now against the waste of waters running away into the open, like some old stone lying on the sand; he looked as if he had become physically what was always at the back of both of their minds-that loneliness which was for both of them the truth about things.”
Source: Selected Works of Virginia Woolf
“He looked, well, sturdier than he used to. His shoulders were square and, naturally, broader than before. His neck, a bit thicker. He probably had an Adam’s apple now too, like any man did. If he turned, would she see it starkly in profile, protruding awkwardly? And, then, he did turn, just a smidge, as he stifled a yawn, and there was nothing awkward about him.”
Source: Luisa Across the Bay
“He looked with deep attention to me as if he was drinking in my style, my charms, and my beauty.”
“He looked younger, kinder, a brighter image of the man she knew. A man life hadn’t mistreated or betrayed. Whatever the pain of this union, she loved that she gave him this momentary peace. This encounter lurched from the physical onto a different plane. A plane revealing a new emotional landscape. She felt lightheaded, lost.”
Source: Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed
“He looks a hell of a lot like me, only a fair bit older.”
“He looks again towards the door, expecting Mum to walk in and remind him of something he's forgotten. He smiles awkwardly.
'Is that it, Dad? I've got to go.'
'Your Mum said I should mention ... um ... satisfaction.'
'What!'
'She said young men should know things, should be told things so that the girl won't be ...' his eyes plead for understanding, '... disappointed.'
[...] 'No worries, Dad. My biology teacher said I was a natural.'
Dad looks confused.
'I'm kidding, Dad.'
[...] Poor bloke, having to do the dirty work while Mum's off with her gang.
'Dad? What did Grandpa tell you about sex?'
'He said if I got a girl pregnant, he'd kill me.”
Source: Slice
“He looks around in amazement, taking in the mess. 'Where- Do you really sleep here? Perhaps you ought to set fire to your rooms as well.'
'Maybe,' I say, guiding him to my bed. It is strange to put my hand on his back. I can feel the warmth of his skin through the thin linen of his shirt, can feel the flex of his muscles.
It feels wrong to touch him as though he were a regular person, as though he weren't both the High King and also my enemy.
He needs no encouragement to sprawl on my mattress, head on the pillow, black hair spilling like crow feathers. He looks up at me with his night-coloured eyes, beautiful and terrible all at once. 'For a moment,' he says, 'I wondered if it wasn't you shooting bolts at me.'
I make a face at him. 'And what made you decide it wasn't?'
He grins up at me. 'They missed.'
I have said that he has the power to deliver a compliment and make it hurt. So, too, can he say something that ought to be insulting and deliver it in such a way that it feels like being truly seen.
Our eyes meet, and something dangerous sparks.
He hates you, I remind myself.
'Kiss me again,' he says, drunk and foolish. 'Kiss me until I am sick of it.'
I feel those words, feel them like a kick in the stomach. He sees my expression and laughs, a sound full of mockery. I can't tell which of us he's laughing at.
He hates you. Even if he wants you, he hates you.
Maybe he hates you the more for it.
After a moment, his eyes flutter closed. His voice falls to a whisper, as though he's talking to himself. 'If you're the sickness, I suppose you can't also be the cure.'
He drifts off to sleep, but I am wide awake.”
Source: The Wicked King
“He looks as reliable as a young stag in rutting season.”
Source: The Betrayer: Tales of Pern Coen
“He looks as though he's been weaned on a pickle.”
“He looks at Erik. “The last thing you’re going to do is wallow. You’re going to get back on your feet and figure out how to adjust. Trust me, you’ll thank me for it later.”
Erik grimaces but nods. “I’m sure I will,” he says, forcing himself to sit up, and groaning as he does. “But right now, I’d like to say some far less savory things to you.”
“Keep a list,” Heron says with a small smile. “You can tell them to me over dinner.”
For an instant, Erik is shocked and flustered—a look I’ve never seen on him before. He recovers his wits quickly enough. “It’s a deal,” he says.
Artemisia looks between the two of them, eyebrows raised so high they almost disappear entirely into her hair.
“We are at war,” she says with a sigh. “Surely there is a better time to flirt than when death is around every corner?”
“Truth be told, I’m hard-pressed to think of a better time to flirt,” Erik says, pushing himself to his feet. “You very well may never get another chance.”
Artemisia rolls her eyes.
“Just because I can’t see you doesn’t mean I don’t know you’re rolling your eyes, Art,” he says, holding an arm out to her, which she takes. She guides him a couple of hesitant steps. “Just because you don’t know how to flirt—”
“I know how,” she snaps indignantly as she leads him out of the tent, the two of them continuing to bicker as they go.”
Source: Ember Queen
“He looks at her and smiles. "You're sort of dangerous, you know?"
She stares at him. "Me?"
"Yeah," he says sitting back. "I'm way too honest with you.”
Source: The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
“he looks at her the way she looks at flowers… like she's just this beautiful wildness on fire.”
“He looks at houses, chateaus, forests, and thinks about the countless generations who used to see those things and who are gone now; and he understands that everything he is seeing is oblivion; pure oblivion, the oblivion whose absolute state will soon be achieved, the moment he himself is gone. And again I think about the obvious idea (that astoundingly obvious idea) that everything that exists (nation, thought, music) can also not exist.”
Source: Encounter
“He looks at me and blinks, as through a fog. 'This is an absolutely terrible idea,' he says with a kind of amazement in his voice.”
Source: The Wicked King
“He looks at me. And smiles. "Just us remember?To the moon," he whispers.”
Source: Ziggy, Stardust and Me
“He looks at me. His face is dotted with raindrops but I think there are tears too.
'I love her. I always have. You know that.'
'And me?'
And I known he means how I feel about him and me kissing him.
'You're my friend, Gabriel.'
'Do you kiss all your friends like that?' But he asks it without the harshness of his other questions. It's a real question.
'Just you.”
Source: Half Wild
“He looks at me like he cares an awful lot. And that is absolutely terrifying." page 214 Chap 21”
Source: A False Start
“He looks at me like he's waiting for something, and suddenly I'm afraid to give it.”
Source: P.S. I Still Love You
“He looks at me, and I don't know what he sees. I used to think it was Rose. But she's not here with us now, in this room. It's just him and me, and the books. I feel like our lives are in those books. I feel like all the words on the pages are for us.”
Source: Sever
“He looks at me, the light in his eyes fractures into millions of bits—a kaleidoscope of darkness that may never be fixed.”
Source: The Immortals Bundle 1-3: The Immortals: Evermore, The Immortals: Blue Moon and The Immortals: Shadowland
“He looks at one of the pictures for a long time. Then he looks at me. "I'll keep you up here." He taps his temple. "Where you can't get lost.”
Source: Just One Day
“He looks at the bathtub, where I’m lounging like Cleo-fucking-patra. He looks at the bubbles surrounding my body like a fluffy white cloud. And then he looks at Winston.
“Dude,” I blurt out. “It’s not what it looks like.”
“Nope, nope, nope, I don’t want to know!” Logan throws his hands in the air and starts backing toward the door as if he accidentally walked into a lion’s den. He halts. Snatches his pants off the rack. Continues backing away. His eyes once again focus on the pink dildo two inches from my hand. I try again. “I promise you, it’s not—” “I don’t want to know.”
Source: The Score
“He looks at the rays of sunshine and counts them as blessings in his life. He knows that life's splendour is found in the pursuit of the light. He lives with gratitude in his heart because he is a blessed man—a true blessing to mankind.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“He looks at you like you're someone he's never met before, much less someone he once loved with high passion. The irony is, you can hardly blame him. I mean, check yourself out. You're a pathetic mess, unrecognizable even to your own eyes.”
Source: Eat Pray Love: One Woman's Search for Everything
“He looks at you like... like you're something to eat.”
“He looks away from me, covering his mouth.
“What are you laughing at.”
He looks down, but waves his hand at me. “You—your—”
I refuse to look down at myself. “My what, Snow?”
“Your hair.”
I refuse to touch my hair.
“You look like that guy, with the wig—” He mimes playing the piano. “Duh, duh, duh, duhhh.”
“Beethoven?”
“I don’t know his name. With the big wig. There was a film about him.”
“Mozart. You’re saying I look like Mozart.”
“You’ve got to look, Baz, it’s a scream.”
“He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then he whips off his hospital gown, leaving him in just his underwear. "Why? Do you find this" - he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose - "distracting?”
Source: Mockingjay
“He looks forlornly ahead of him, gazing at the road but looking at nothing in particular. The whole world is one big giant ball of light to him, and he feels like a bug inside it, waiting to be squashed. He feels like there is no sense of purpose, no direction. There is nothing waiting for him at the end of the rainbow. No pot of gold for all the pain he is feeling now, or the pain he has felt before. He just feels empty and lost, as if he is looking for something that can never be found. He feels lost that he can’t explain it to anyone and that no one will understand. He feels left out, standing alone, waiting endlessly for a ray of hope which never comes. He has suffered through this before, lurking in the shadows of his own despair, fighting for his life and losing the battle. But nothing ever makes this pain go away. Or the fear. He doesn’t fear what people fear. Not the loss of life or riches—Roman fears losing himself in this swamp called existence. He fears becoming the person he doesn’t want to become, and most of all, he fears himself. Fears his own potential to destroy and destruct. To obliterate. To suffocate his own life. He fears all that and he is afraid no one will ever know what his heart aches for, or how bad he has it. At times he feels the urge to tell this to someone, but other times he just enjoys being silent, watching on like a passerby at his own life, an observer rather than someone who’s actually living it.”
Source: The Devil's Breath
“He looks good for a while, but ya know, ya can’t shine a sneaker.”
Source: Must Love Dogs
“He looks kind, but he's really a huge sex fiend. He's perverted and spoiled and always jealous. And he hasn't called me for two weeks. But he's cool, isn't he? My guy. I'm the only one that knows...that the coolest part of him is his naked back.”
Source: Close The Last Door, Volume 02
“He looks like a Disney prince,” Annabelle called out from her bed.”
Source: Better Than Me
“He looks like a female llama who has been surprised in the bath.”
“He looks like a fortress, once strong and powerful, but now crumbling and broken. If a wind swept into the room, I am sure he would fall to pieces.”
Source: Ashes of Glass
“He looks like a greyhound, but he runs like a bus.”
“He looks like a man who has nits and worms at the same time.”
“He looks like a man who has spent most of his life frowning.”
Source: Insurgent (Divergent Trilogy, Book 2)
“He looks like a man.' 'How descriptive,' Susan said in a droll tone. 'Remind me never to advise you to seek work as a novelist.”
“He looks like a poem. One of those mournfully beautiful ones with short, unfamiliar words that sound ethereal when spoken and completely nonsensical when thought.”
Source: Young & Beautiful
“He looks like a runway model. How in the world am I going to be able to reject that? The world is so unfair. Seriously, it's like turning Brad Pitt down for a date. The girl who could actually do it should win an award for idiot of the century.”
Source: Tiger's Curse
“He looks like a woman coach sometimes. I guess he's just trying to get into certain people's heads, but it won't work with me. Like a woman who coaches and cries all the time. He can't get in my head. He's a crybaby.”
“He looks like an angel, sings like an angel. He found my breaking heart and coaxed it into a new rhythm.”
Source: Sing Me to Sleep
“He looks like he could be taken in a fight. Not by me, but by somebody. Not anyone in Humanities, probably.”
Source: Straight Man
“He looks like he needs worming.”
Source: Dance with who Brung Us: Quips and Quotes from Darrell Royal
“He looks like me, I thought, studying his old face as if he were a newborn in my arms. He had my jawline and jowls, my droopy blue eyes, the same full silky head of hair, only white instead of gray. Here sat my past and my future, my inevitable twin, the face I was melting into with fierce efficiency. God help us, I thought. Someone left the cake out in the rain.”
Source: The Night Listener
“He looks like some sort of disgraced angel. (I suppose that'd be a demon.)”
“He looks like something that fell out of a deck of cards!”
“He looks like the bloke next door, was Sparks's first thought. But then, monsters rarely look the part. You hope you'll be able to see the evil shining out of them. It would make police work a damn sight easier, he often said. But evil was a slippery substance, glimpsed only occasionally, and all the more horrifying for that, he knew.”
Source: The Widow
“He looks like the good boy he's never been.”
Source: Red Glove
“He looks like the kind of boy who would jump trains, strum guitars, and pass a joint.”
Source: Something Real