H Quotes
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“He put a hand on his throat, as though trying to stop the words, but they came anyway.
"You're home. To me.”
Source: Article 5
“He put a hand on the sea-dragon's shoulder; the sea-dragon started.
'You are touching me," he said wistfully. The king's face changed; he drew the sea-dragon into his arms.
"Yes," he said gruffly. "I am holding you. Humans touch. If they are foolish enough or wise enough.”
Source: The Changeling Sea
“He put a pan on the stove and roasted the rumali roti quarters for half a minute on each side just until the butter in the dough sizzled, then placed them on a plate and trickled them with truffle oil. Then he placed a paper-thin slice of heart of fennel dusted with roasted cumin over them. In a bowl next to that, he laid out chicken in the simplest Mughlai sauce of steamed onion in cream with the slightest hint of saffron. Finally, he tucked a perfectly curled papad into the bowl.”
Source: Pride, Prejudice, and Other Flavors
“He put a ring in the toe of a stocking. On Christmas Eve, we opened our stockings and it was there at the bottom of the toe. Then he got down on his knees and he was shaking.”
“he put a veil over his wrongdoings
that’s what he did
it was tenderness and lust
that’s what it was
that’s what it looked like
it should have been
It should have been...
but
somewhere between the candied kisses and
frigid disputes,
came dead air
and their love turned fictitious;
misrepresented by Facebook posts
and “cheerful” photographs
his palms became like ice,
his words like hail
and he tore off the very mask
that had fooled her
But it was too late
her body laid charred;
tattered, weary and drawn
her soul had vanquished
the light was gone”
“He put an arm around his brother to help him up. And then, for a moment, he just held on.”
Source: The Fury / Dark Reunion
“He put Ben Gay inside my jock strap and filled my tooth paste tube up with glue.”
“He put down the receiver and looked vaguely at the paper in his hand. It was a rough piece of white wrapping paper. Scrawled in pencil in ragged block letters were the words:
HE DISAGREED WITH SOMETHING THAT ATE HIM
And underneath in brackets:
(P.S. WE HAVE PLENTY MORE JOKES AS GOOD AS THIS)”
“He put his arms about himself as if he were cold. "I do not know who to be without him.”
Source: The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Angel; Clockwork Prince; Clockwork Princess
“He put his arms around her. “Well, in my defense, then, whatever I did seemed to work, didn't it?” She sighed. “I suppose.” “You suppose?” “What do you want? A medal?” “For starters. A trophy would be nice, too.” She smiled. “What do you think you're holding right now?”
“He put his cold hands on either side of my face and fixed his golden eyes on mine. "Would you please tell me what you're thinking? Before I go mad?”
“He put his ear to Pax's chest to listen to his heartbeat. He told me then what he felt when he declared this war within the Hives of Phobos. How he was not close enough to hear the fading beat of his father's heart, or Eo's. But how, in that moment, he could feel the hearts of his people beating across the darkness. How in the heartbeat of our son he could hear them all again.”
Source: Dark Age
“He put his fist against his chest. “Burn, Maddygirl,” he said. Then he turned and left her in the flickering gloom and thunder.”
Source: Flowers from the Storm
“He put his foot on one pedal, scooted a few yards and swung his other leg over the saddle. He soared left into the vertiginously sloping hillside road and sped, without touching his brakes ... The hedgerows and sky blurred; he imagined himself in a velodrome as the wind whipped his hair clean...”
“He put his forehead against hers.
“Alannah, my heart is yours.” He said softly.
“And yet, I must hand it over to someone else for the keeping.” Her last words falling to a strained whisper.”
Source: Blood of the Sorcerer
“He put his hand on her upper thigh and left it there. Pretty much every thought she'd had in the last week had led back to one thing. She was experiencing stronger symptoms of being in love, a queasiness more persistent, a heart more racing, than she remembered having had with Stephen. But the symptoms were ambiguous. A condemned person walking to the gallows had many of the same ones. When Andreas's hand crept, thrillingly, to the inside of her thigh, she had neither the courage nor even the inclination to place a corresponding hand on his leg. The rightness of the phrase 'preyed upon' was becoming evident. The feelings of prey in the grip of a wolf's teeth were hard to distinguish from being in love.”
Source: Purity
“He put his hand on his forehead and scoured the French department of his memory for a word. He knew it was in there. He'd put it in almost fifty years before and hadn't had cause to remove it. But for the life of him he couldn't find it.”
Source: The Coroner's Lunch
“He put his hand on my waist, and my heart began to pound, a rougher rhythm than the music. I held my skirt. Our free hands met. His felt warm and comforting and unsettling and bewildering--all at once.”
“He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth. His skin was wet with rain. When she didn't pull away, he took her face between his hands and kissed her again, on her forehead, on her nose, on her mouth once more. "You will come, won't you? Promisse!" he whispered.”
Source: Inkspell
“He put his hands on my shoulders. "Well, Martha, now you have your vision, don't you? 'The nearer we live to the source of wealth, the more wealth we shall receive.' Do you know what book that's from?”
Source: The Gallery
“He put his life on hold as he waited for his life to begin.”
Source: Centuries of June
“He put his mouth by her ear. “Easy, now, Senna.” His thumb stroked her jaw as if he were gentling a wild thing. His sculpted body was hot behind hers. “Be easy "
“Stop touching me,” she pleaded in a whisper. His thumb stopped moving. “What?”
“Kiss me.”
The rest of him went completely still...
“What did ye say?” he asked in a low, masculine rumble…
Her heart started a strange thudding. Their voices were so quiet that the breeze blowing over them nearly drowned them out. Both were held paralyzed by the riders on the highway below. No one was going anywhere. In fact, it might all be over in a matter of minutes. And all she wanted was his touch.
If I am going to die, she suddenly decided, it will not be absent the touch of this Irishman.She touched his hand and slid it across the mere inch back to her lips. Shutting her eyes, she trailed the tip of her tongue over his warm flesh.His body rippled slightly, like wind over waves. She felt every muscle in his body shift, very minutely, very definitely. He brushed his thumb once over her parted lips. Her breath shuddered out.
“Did ye tell me to kiss ye, Senna?”
“I did.” Her whisper trembled.
“Why?”
“Because,” she whispered, “if I’m going to die, it will not be lacking all the things I am lacking at present.” A pause.
“Ye’re lacking a kiss, then?”
She nodded.”
Source: The Irish Warrior
“He put his wrists out in front, and as he spoke the words engraved on them, he turned his arms around slowly. "Dum spiramus tuebimur, which in English reads: while we breath, we shall defend," he told her.”
Source: Magnificence
“He put in your heart certain wishes and plans; in my heart he put other different desires.”
“He put my fingertips to his mouth and kissed them. Licked the trace of blood away. Made them clean. Then I knew the truth I had been denying. He made me clean. Dan made me clean and shining and bright. He made me beautiful, and I did not want to lose him.”
“He put my goddam paper down then and looked at me like he’d just beaten hell out of me in ping-pong or something. I don’t think I’ll ever forgive him for reading me that crap out loud. I wouldn’t’ve read it out loud to him if he’d written it - I really wouldn’t. In the first place, I’d only written that damn note so that he wouldn’t feel too bad about flunking me.”
“He put on his hat and wrapped his scarf around his jaw, but did without the wig and the sunglasses. He clicked his key chain and the car beeped and the doors locked. "That's it?" He looked up. "Sorry?" "Aren't you afraid it might get stolen? We're not exactly in a good part of town." "It's got a car alarm." "Don't you, like, cast a spell or something? To keep it safe?" "No. It's a pretty good car alarm.”
“He put on his underwear and shuffled back to the bedroom, standing in the doorway for a moment and looking at the woman who had brought him home last night. Arms and legs splayed, everything show ing. Last night she had looked like the goddess of the Western world in her thigh-high leather skirt and cork sandals, her cropped top and hoop earrings. This morning he saw the sagging white dough of a growing boozegut, and the second chin starting to appear under the first.”
Source: Doctor Sleep
“He put one hand lightly on the back of her neck and simultaneously she placed one hand lightly on his hip, and they kissed in the street as all around them people hurried home in the summer light, and it was the sweetest kiss that either of them would ever know. This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today. And then it was over.”
“He put the blinker on, pulled out onto the avenue. "Well, that was nice," she said, sitting back. They had fun together these days, they really did. It was as if marriage had been a long, complicatd meal, and now there was this lovely dessert.”
Source: Olive Kitteridge: Fiction
“He put the book down. “As you wish.” He rose and walked past me. I lowered my sword, expecting him to pass, but suddenly he stepped in dangerously close. “Welcome home. I’m glad you made it. There is coffee in the kitchen for you.” My mouth gaped open. He inhaled my scent, bent close, about to kiss me… I just stood there like an idiot. Curran smirked and whispered in my ear instead. “Psych.” And just like that, he was out the door and gone. Oh boy.”
Source: Magic Burns
“He put the box in Kahlan's lap. As she picked it up, she gave him the biggest smile he had ever seen. Before he even knew what he had done, he had leaned over and given Kahlan a quick kiss. Her eyes went wide, and she didn't kiss him back, but the feel of her lips shocked him into realizing what he had done. Oh. Sorry," he said. She laughed. "Forgiven.”
“He put the coffee in the cup. He put the milk in the cup of coffee. He put the sugar in the white coffee, with the tea-spoon he stirred. He drank the white coffee and he put the cup down. Without speaking to me.”
“He put the knuckles of his fist to the table, leaned toward Niles and spoke quietly, cuttingly, in his rough, gravelly voice.
“Fucked her last night, man, and this morning. Five times. Five. It was like she hadn’t been touched in a decade. So fuckin’ sweet. Damn,” he taunted, his eyes locked on Niles. “You’ve had her, you gotta know, not enough money in the world’s worth that.”
Source: The Gamble
“He put the lasagna on the ground, stripped down to his skivvies, tucked into the shadows at the rear of the house and let his dinner come to him.”
Source: Crossbones
“He puts enormous value on us. It’s called inherent, fundamental, innate, intrinsic, inborn. Because of your inherent God-given value, you’re always loved, celebrated, and called beloved.”
Source: Because You Matter: How to Take Ownership of Your Life So You Can Really Live
“He puts his claw against the divider. “Fist my bump.”
“Fist-bump. It’s just ‘fist-bump.’”
“Understand.”
Source: Project Hail Mary
“He puts his hands out. "I don't like this plan at all. It didn't work in A New Hope."
I tie his wrists together, making sure the rope is tight enough to look convincing but loose enough that he can slip out. "They rescued Princess Leia!"
"Obi-Wan Kenobi died, though, even if it was on purpose. And I'm not really sure who's who in this scenario. I'm obviously a Han Solo type. You're maybe a Luke Skywalker. Good hair. Better at fighting than you have any right to be. A bit on the whiny side."
"Just for that, I'm declaring you the C-3PO of this mission."
"Hey now! That's not fair."
"Whatever you say, 3PO.”
Source: Chosen
“He puts his revenue into ventures that will bring him higher returns, because he is a reasonable man. When others chase fleeting gains, he studies the markets. Each investment, be it financial or emotional, is well calculated. He weighs risks, considers dividends, and carefully diversifies in the process. His revenue comes from prudent decisions, not recklessness. His mind's stock exchange thrives on reason, and it yields significant dividends.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“He puts the chain with the locket around my neck, then rests his hand over the spot where our baby would be. “You’re going to make a great mother, you know,” he says. He kisses me one last time and goes back to Finnick.”
“He puts the killing thing in his mouth but doesn't give it the power to kill him.”
Source: The Fault in Our Stars
“He puts the moan in Somoan.”
Source: You. Me. Bed. Now.
“He puts up with a lot from me, and he never gets irritated."
"Yeah, cause you can be so darn irritating..." He lowered his face and kissed my eyebrow tenderly, "with those irritating cinnamon-brown eyes..." His kisses moved down to my nose. "And that irritating, tiny nose..." He paused, his mouth a mere breath away from mine, and he kissed me softly. "And those irritating, luscious lips..." The green of his eyes darkened as he gazed down at my mouth. "God, those lips..." he sighed, and his warm breath drifted lightly across my mouth as his arms tightened around me more. He kissed me long and hard.”
Source: Distraction
“He puts us here to make an eternal difference.
He puts us here to show everyone around us how much He loves them.
He puts us here to be His hands and feet, His body and His heart.”
Source: Weird: Because Normal Isn't Working
“He quashed his memories too. His life in Canton - his mother, his grandparents, a decade of running about the docks - it all proved surprisingly easy to shed, perhaps because this passage was so jarring, the break so complete. He'd left behind everything he'd known. There was nothing to cling to, nothing to escape back to. His world now was Professor Lovell, Mrs. Piper, and the promise of a country on the other side of the ocean. He buried his past life, not because it was so terrible but because abandoning it was the only way to survive. He pulled on his English accent like a new coat, adjusted everything he could about himself to make it fit, and within weeks, wore it in comfort. In weeks, no one was asking him to speak a few words in Chinese for their entertainment. In weeks, no one seemed to remember he was Chinese at all.”
Source: Babel
“He querido ser otra persona para estar contigo.”
Source: Peligros y verdades
“He questioned now his heresy on the score of sin. It was possible that, after all, the theologians might be right. Whether sin and evil were convertible terms he could not be sure. But not only was he quite sure that there was no lack of evil in the world; he actually began to wonder if evil were not the positive force that fashions the destinies of men, whilst good is but a form of resistance which, however strong, remains passive, or else, when active, commonly operates through evil that it may ultimately prevail.”
Source: Bellarion
“He quickly left the room, and when he shut the door behind him he leaned his back against it, tilted his head back, and put his palms to his eyes before bowing his head. "....That was too close," he murmured under his breath..”
Source: Magnificence
“He quickly observed, that good sentences and excellent representations of the follies of mankind met with little regard or applause, whilst sounds, without sense, threw every body into raptures:——but 'twas the fashion of the day to be musically mad, and those who were absurd enough to prefer a rational entertainment to a flimsy opera, were poor insipid beings, without taste or enthusiasm.”
Source: Errors of Education
“He quietly groaned. Again and again, he’d witnessed this phenomenon with his friends. They got married. They were happy in that sated, grateful way of infrequently pleasured men with a now-steady source of coitus. Then they went about crowing as if they’d invented the institution of matrimony and stood to earn a profit for every bachelor they could convert.”