H Quotes
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“He really is alone in whatever hell this is.
Completely and utterly alone.
'It isn't,' he thinks, as he trudges back toward his house, 'the most unfamiliar feeling in the world.”
Source: More Than This
“He really is terribly heavy going. Like running up hill in roller skates.”
Source: The Norman Conquests: A Trilogy of Plays
“He really just wanted to blurt out, ‘My Grandma’s dead’, but he knew that when it came to it, the words would stick like pebbles in his throat.”
Source: Glass Dreams
“He really just wanted to go about his business. I would put Eddie Murray in the same category as Andre Dawson. He would like to kid around with the press and (be surly), but he was a total professional. I see why he is a Hall of Famer. I am just glad I had the pleasure of playing for Eddie (Murray) for one year.”
“He really liked her—especially the way her femininity stimulated him. Alejandra was the type of girl that never let a boy entirely have her. If his lips tried to go for a random peck, she would turn the opposite way and smile a “no.” They would be seated at a restaurant and her peppy, shy voice would say, “Thank you for taking me here, but don’t expect anything.” He felt like he had her slippery heart in his hands, but never held it—instead her heart levitated, floating a few centimeters above his twitching fingertips, shining like a fickle disco ball, magnetized in the air by Alejandra’s masterfully crafted tension. She perfected this practice and learned it from her older sister. Except Alejandra felt that she was not as intelligent or gorgeous as other women, and that this prowess was all she had.”
Source: A Happy Ghost
“He really meant to tell them that the big money was not in the individual fluctuations but in the main movements that is, not in reading the tape but in sizing up the entire market and its trend.”
“He really really really shouldn't have done that. Amazing how much more obvious that became one second after it was too late.”
Source: Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality
“He really was a demon. I didn’t want to believe it at first. I told myself it could be a delusion, a twisted fantasy of my sick mind. But no… he had been telling the truth. And to my own shock, I realized I wasn’t afraid anymore. If a demon had fallen in love with me… then I had already given him my body. The only question left was… would I give him my soul?”
Source: Where the Dark Knelt
“He really was beautiful. I know boys aren’t supposed to be, but he was.”
Source: The Fault in Our Stars
“He really was handsome. Not in some metrosexual, slick, pampered way that many of her male acquaintances were back home. He looked like . . . a man. Broad, rugged, imperfect.”
Source: Mr. Big Wrench & the Heiress
“He really wished she would stop fingering the brick.”
Source: Passion Unleashed: Number 3 in series
“He reared up, pulling one of my legs over his hip, changing the angle, driving deeper, harder. I tangled one hand in his hair and reached up with the other to touch the side of my neck, tracing my fingertips teasingly over the spot I knew he wanted.
His eyes darkened, narrowing on the place where I was touching myself.
His nostrils flared.
"You can bite me," I said.
His thrusts sped up, became erratic. "Zelda---" he begged.
"I want you to."
He made one last incoherent keening sound---
-- a moment before he reared back and sank his teeth deeper into my neck.
My senses exploded into infinite points of brilliant light. I felt my scream more than heard it, the venom that was already slipping through my bloodstream amplifying my pleasure a thousandfold. There were no words to describe the ecstasy that flooded my senses, and I came instantly, and then a second time before I'd even stopped convulsing. I heard Peter's distant moans, felt his thrusts quicken and become even more erratic as my bliss stretched on and on. I was gasping, mindless as Peter grunted and suckled at the wounds his teeth made in my neck, his rough hands digging into my hips so hard bruises already blossomed beneath his fingertips.
"Peter," I managed as I reached up and pressed at the back of his head, encouraging him to drink more.
A moment later every muscle in his body locked up tight, even as his mouth stayed latched on my neck. His release pulsed inside me in time with the movement of his tongue, and gods-dammit, I came a third time, our bodies a tangle of scrabbling hands and limbs as we succumbed to the pleasure coursing through us both.”
Source: Road Trip With a Vampire
“He reasoned, even as a young man, that traditions may linger as he walked though the oracles of time. In later years he thought his mind may one day blur, should he survive to an old age, but as he spread ink on paper, transmitted and shared with those who came after him his experiences, his own great adventures, he believed perhaps they, like he, would give way to pause to reflect on how...hard it always was to open his eyes to begin a new day...”
Source: TRUE DAWN FALSE DAWN: GLOBAL COLLAPSE OF THE DO-RE-MI
“He reasoned, even as a young man, that traditions may linger as he walked though the oracles of time. In later years he thought his mind may one day blur, should he survive to an old age, but as he spread ink on paper, transmitted and shared with those who came after him his experiences, his own grHe reasoned, even as a young man, that traditions may linger as he walked though the oracles of time. In later years he thought his mind may one day blur, should he survive to an old age, but as he spread ink on paper, transmitted and shared with those who came after him his experiences, his own great adventures, he believed perhaps they, like he, would give way to pause to reflect on how...hard it always was to open his eyes to begin a new day. eat adventures, he believed perhaps they, like he, would give way to pause to reflect on how goddamned hard it always was to open his eyes to begin a new day.”
Source: TRUE DAWN FALSE DAWN: GLOBAL COLLAPSE OF THE DO-RE-MI
“He reassures her, but he feels her soft laughter travel through their joined hands — how did that happen? — as they make their way downstairs.
And he understands. He understands why people hold hands: he’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying This is mine. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.
He wants her in his bedroom. And not in that way — no girl has ever been in his bedroom that way. It is his private space, his sanctuary. But he wants Clary there. He wants her to see him, the reality of him, not the image he shows the world. He wants to lie down on the bed with her and have her curl into him. He wants to hold her as she breathes softly through the night; to see her as no one else sees her: vulnerable and asleep. To see her and to be seen.”
Source: City of Bones
“He recalled Galloran stating that being a hero meant doing what was right regardless of the consequences. The thought sent a thrill through him. Galloran had been in this same situation and had made the right choice. Jason felt less alone. Malodor had claimed that his opponents had no heroes among them. But Galloran was proof to the contrary. And Jason would be evidence as well. p. 420”
“He recalls what that first German soldier said to his major: No God-not yours or mine-approves of what you're doing.”
Source: The Sandcastle Girls
“He received me not only cordially, but he was also full of confidence with respect to the war. His first words, after he had welcomed me, were as follows: 'Well, Dr. Weismann, we have as good as beaten them already.' I...thanked him for his constant support for the Zionist course. 'You were standing at the cradle of this enterprise.' I said to him, 'and hopefully you will live to see that we have succeeded.' Adding that after the war we would build up a state of three to four million Jews in Palestine, whereupon he replied: 'Yes, go ahead, I am full in agreement with this idea.'”
“He receives comfort like cold porridge.”
“He reclined on a delightfully cushioned lounge in the sprawling ranch Paris had rented. In Dallas, Texas, of all places. Promiscuity had decked himself out, too, wearing a Stetson (weird), no shirt (understandable), unfastened jeans (smart) and cowboy boots (weird again). Dude looked ready to rustle cattle or something.”
Source: The Darkest Secret
“He reclines in the hospital bed like a martyred king taking leave of his beloved kingdom, but all I see is a petulant, destructive child hiding in a dead man’s body.”
Source: Wild Horses Don't Stop at Whoa: Poems and Stories
“He reclines under the dome of mimosa sputtered with a thousand comet-like yellow blossoms and watches her dance and smiles. The gentle breeze that just blew showered yellow dust upon her and him, like people shower flowers when a man accepts his wife, he thinks with a chuckle.”
Source: The Thugs & a Courtesan
“He recognised that all the period of Odette's life which had elapsed before she first met him, a period of which he had never sought to form any picture in his mind, was not the featureless abstraction which he could vaguely see, but had consisted of so many definite, dated years, each crowded with concrete incidents. But were he to learn more of them, he feared lest her past, now colourless, fluid and supportable, might assume a tangible, an obscene form, with individual and diabolical features. And he continued to refrain from seeking a conception of it, not any longer now from laziness of mind, but from fear of suffering.”
Source: Swann’s Way
“He recognized a portrait of Einstein because he picked up the characteristic hair and moustache; and the same thing happened with one or two other people. ‘Ach, Paul!’ he said, when shown a portrait of his brother. ‘That square jaw, those big teeth— I would know Paul anywhere!’ But was it Paul he recognized, or one or two of his features, on the basis of which he could make a reasonable guess as to the subject’s identity?”
Source: The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat and Other Clinical Tales
“He recognized her despite the uproar, through his tears of unrepeatable sorrow at dying without her, and he looked at her for the last and final time with eyes more luminous, more grief-stricken, more grateful than she had ever seen them in half a century of a shared life, and he managed to say to her with his last breath: “Only God knows how much I loved you”
“He recognized it and knew it. In others—clients, witnesses, or sometimes adversaries, he had seen or heard it: A gesture, a phrase, or a tone which exposed unintended truth in the beat of a second.”
Source: The Past Never Ends
“He recognized that need, in Odonian terms, as his "cellular function." the analogic term for the individual's individuality, the work he can do best, therefore his best contribution to his society. A healthy society would let him exercise that optimum function freely, in the coordination of all such functions finding its adaptability and strength. That was a central idea of Odo's Analogy. That the Odonian society on Anarres had fallen short of the ideal did not, in his eyes, lessen his responsibility to it; just the contrary. With the myth of the State out of the way, the real mutuality and reciprocity of society and the individual became clear. Sacrifice mught be demanded of the individual, but never compromise: for though only the society could give security and stability, only the individual, the person, had the power of moral choice -- the power of change, the essential function of life. The Odonian society was conceived as a permanent revolution, and revolution begins in the thinking mind.”
“He recognized the same frenzy of wild abandon that each of those adults shared while beating their children, as if the important object lesson being taught justified their outsized zeal.”
Source: TREE OF LIVES: My rocky path out of the Wildwoods
“He recognized this ornament. It had been part of his childhood--a treasure he hadn't seen in decades." No Matter How Far”
“He recognized this particular act for what it was: a woman’s need to mark her man. The scary part was, he didn’t care. Hell, at this moment, if she wanted to tattoo her name on his ass, he’d go buy the fucking ink.”
Source: Saving Me
“He recognized with absolute certainty the empty fragility of even the noblest theorizings as compared with the definitive plenitude of the smallest fact grasped in its total, concrete reality.”
“He recorrido un largo camino hacia la libertad. He intentado no titubear. He dado pasos en falso en mi recorrido, pero he descubierto el gran secreto. Tras subir a una colina, uno descubre que hay muchas más colinas detrás. Me he concedido aquí un momento de reposo, para lanzar una mirada hacia el glorioso panorama que me rodea, para volver la vista atrás hacia el trecho que he recorrido. Pero sólo puedo descansar un instante, ya que la libertad trae consigo responsabilidades y no me atrevo a quedarme rezagado. Mi largo camino aún no ha terminado.”
Source: Long Walk To Freedom
“He recounted how, after the last of Charlemagne's forty-seven victorious campaigns, when he was returning from Saxony, a comet flashed across the sky and the Emperor's horse shied and threw him to the ground. The great Frankish Emperor had fallen so violently that his sword belt had been torn off him and the Spear, which he was clasping in his left hand, had been hurled some twenty feet away from him. At the same time there were earth tremors in the Royal Palace at Aachen, and the word "Princeps" had mysteriously faded from the red ochre inscription high up on a central beam in the Cathedral, which had formerly read 'Karolus Princeps.' Charlemagne himself had taken little notice of these portents, which his courtiers had taken to be a prophecy of his imminent death. In Einhard's own words: 'He refused to admit that any of these events could have any connection ith his own personal affairs.' Yet the 70-year-old Emperor drew up his last will and testament just in case these portents were correct. And they were!”
Source: The Spear of Destiny
“He recounted how, at a Jesuit retreat put on by the UCA, the fathers had been talking politics and discussing the issues of democracy in Latin America. Apparently they were sitting around castigating the FMLN for its authoritarianism. Then someone pointed out that in a real democracy, not just the priests but the women who were serving them lunch were going to have something to say about the way things were run, and one of the men blurted out, "You can't do that. They'd make horrible mistakes."
Well, said Martín-Baró, that's right: Democracy definitely means that people will make mistakes.
"And," he added, "we should welcome them.”
Source: Take This Bread: A Radical Conversion
“He recovered quickly, reaching out to touch a few outstretched hands, melting the front row of girls like one long stick of butter as he moved closer toward me.”
Source: Dear Rockstar
“He reduced the space between us and dipped his chin. “I couldn’t risk someone seeing. The woods have eyes.”
I sputtered with laughter. “And what could they have possibly witnessed that would have blown your cover?”
When he touched his forehead to mine, I froze. “My affection for you,” he said on a breath.”
Source: The Vow
“He referred to me as an 'insufferable puffed-up prat'. This is a bit rich coming from a man who actually married his own mother.”
“He referred to you as his little snack." "He's a sweetie.”
Source: Magic Bites: A Special Edition of the First Kate Daniels Novel
“He reflected on the decay of mankind-the decline of the human race into folly and weakness and rottenness. 'Be a good animal, true to your animal instinct' was his motto.”
Source: The White Peacock: Top Novelist Focus
“He reflected. 'I know a lot of different kids of people; what I want is to show each of them how the others really are. You hear so many lies!”
“He refused categorically all ideas of fidelity or serious commitments. He explained that they were arbitrary and sterile. From anyone else such views would have shocked me, but I knew that in his case they did not exclude tenderness and devotion - feelings which came all the more easily to him since he was determined that they should be transient.”
Source: BONOUR TRISTESSE
“He refused to let someone get close to him - he would do nothing but to lead them to unhappiness. Because that was what happened to the people he cared about - he let them down. (Chapter 3)”
Source: Her Festive Baby Bombshell
“He refused to steal. He would not become a criminal. He would sooner die of starvation, first. Sometimes, he would get lucky and someone would buy him a meal or give him handouts or leftovers. He had no shame, so he took it gladly. A man in his position could not afford to feel pride.”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel
“He refuses, he is in the stairwell, he disappears”
Source: Nox
“He refuses to let circumstances stop him from reaching a glorious destiny. Challenges do not deter him from creating legacies. He is a man committed to great and mighty things.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“He regarded himself as an accomplished writer — a clear sign of madness in anyone.”
Source: Ghost train to the eastern star: on the tracks of the Great Railway Bazaar
“He regarded life as a rather odd club of which he had accidentally become a member and from which one could be expelled without reasons having to be supplied. He had already decided to leave the club if the meetings should become all too boring. But how boring is boring?”
“He regarded love as a sort of cruel malady through which the elect are required to pass in their late youth and from which they emerge, pale and wrung, but ready for the business of living.”
Source: Bridge San Luis Rey
“He regarded marriage as an arbitrary and essentially adversarial relationship, akin to the yoking of prisoners on the chain gang.”
Source: If the River Was Whiskey
“He regarded the world-objects right in front of his face-as if from a great distance. For when he moved on the earth he also moved in other realms. In certain seasons, in certain shades, memories alighted on him like sharp-taloned birds: a head turning in the foliage, lantern light flaring in a room.”
Source: The Orchardist: A Novel