H Quotes
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“He's not weird. He's just not exactly like you.”
Source: Puddle Jumping
“He's not worth it,' that's what they always say. But why do so many things seem to be worth more than women's anger?”
Source: Notes on Heartbreak
“He’s not yet realized that by giving away nothing but barefaced lies he’s come to wither and rot inside. But she’s still looking for him into the void of his cold heart.”
Source: Soccer Sweetheart
“He's not your type."
"I'm trying new types. The old one didn't work out so well for me.”
Source: King of Greed
“He's nothing but a pile of sand. Everything he ever was. Everything he would ever be is blowing away in the wind. Poff, just like that.”
“He's nothing but a pile of sand. Everything he ever was. Everything he would ever be is blowing away in the wind. Poof, just like that.”
Source: The Savage Blue
“He’s obviously very well trained. He’s probably just confused about being handed around a bit and is acting out.”
Ryder didn’t think Tiny was confused at all. That dog was smart as hell. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was enjoying putting Ryder through the ringer then acting all butter-wouldn’t-melt whenever a chick walked by in case he got to lick a cleavage or two.
He was evil. An evil fucking genius.”
Source: Playing With Forever
“He's on to sashimi now, fanning and curling slices of snapper and fugu into white roses on his cutting board. Before Toshio can plate the slices, Shunichi reaches over and calmly replaces the serving plate his son has chosen with an Edo-era ceramic rectangle more to his liking.
Three pieces of tempura- shrimp, eggplant, new onion- emerge hissing and golden from the black iron pot in the corner, and Toshio arranges them on small plates with wedges of Japanese lime. Before the tempura goes out, Shunichi sneaks in a few extra granules of salt while Toshio's not looking.
By now Dad is shadowing his son's every move. As Toshio waves a thin plank of sea cucumber eggs over the charcoal fire, his dad leans gently over his shoulder. "Be careful. You don't want to cook it. You just want to release its aroma."
Toshio places a fried silverfish spine on a craggy ceramic plate, tucks grated yuzu and sansho flowers into its ribs, then lays a sliver of the dried eggs over the top. The bones shatter like a potato chip, and the sea cucumber detonates in my mouth.”
Source: Rice, Noodle, Fish: Deep Travels Through Japan's Food Culture
“He’s out there now as somebody who’s somehow way above all the rest of us,” she said. “People invariably say, ‘Well, I can’t do that, but I sure do admire him. I would love to do it.’ Well, you can do it. I’m convinced there are lots of Fred Rogerses out there.”
“He's panfried those thick, juicy chunks of eel to a perfect golden brown!"
"And now he's going to simmer it in red wine with a bouquet garnish!"
"I thought so. Ryo Kurokiba is making a matelote!"
EEL MATELOTE
Coming from the French word for sailor, matelote is freshwater fish stewed in a red-wine sauce. Any fish can be used, but the most traditional preparations include freshwater eel.
"That is definitely a dish fit for the Western-Entrée theme."
"Huh? Didn't he have the eel filleted before? Now they're back to their old shape again."
"He wrapped them in a crépine to hold them in shape. A logical choice, given the chef. The fattiness of the crépine adds depth to the eel's flavor, giving it a greater punch."
Eel Matelote... hot and fluffy mashed potatoes... handmade brioche rolls...
He's quickly and efficiently playing his cards one by one!
I see. So this...
... is how he pieces together such powerful dishes.
He has built a deck packed with strong cards to completely overpower his opponent...
... just like a veteran card gamer!”
Source: 食戟のソーマ 11 [Shokugeki no Souma 11]
“He’s perfect, you know?” I scaled my hands down her back. “You did an amazing job. I just hope he has more you than me in him.”
She nodded, agreeing, and I gave her a swat on the ass.
She laughed. “So what are we naming him, then?” she asked.
“We didn’t decide?”
“Not that I remember.”
I closed my eyes, shaking my head. God, I had no idea. Nothing old, please. And nothing biblical.
Oh, and nothing unisex. Like Peyton, Leighton, or Drayton.”
Source: Conclave
“He's pressing me to his chest. I melt. Oh, this is where I want to be
I rest my head against him, and he kisses my hair repeatedly. This is home. He smells of linen, fabric softener, body wash, and my favourite smell - Christian. For a moment, I allow myself the illusion that all will be well, and it soothes my ravaged soul”
Source: Fifty Shades Darker
“He's pretty much the perfect guy... which is why he doesn't need me and my problems in his life, I quickly conclude.”
Source: Midnight Sun
“He's probably hungry, too, isn't he, Lacey? I've heard that about boys...”
Source: Assassin's Apprentice
“He’s probably one of those “love the one you’re with” guys -- meaning he automatically goes after whatever woman happens to be around when he’s feeling horny."
"Just another reason why I’ll never get married," I say, getting out of the car.
“Oh, Carrie.” He sighs. “I feel sorry for you, then. I worry that you’ll never find true love.”
Source: Summer and the City
“He's prowling back and forth like a lion with distemper now. There's a shiny streak down one side of his face. "I shouldn't have let her go ahead - I ought to be hung! Something's gone wrong. I can't stand this any more!" he says with a choked sound. "I'm starting now -"
"But how are you -"
"Spring for it and fire as I go if they try to stop me." And then as he barges out, the fat lady waddling solicitously after him, "Stay there; take it if she calls - tell her I'm on the way-"
He plunges straight at the street-door from all the way back in the hall, like a fullback headed for a touchdown. That's the best way. Gun bedded in his pocket, but hand gripping it ready to let fly through lining and all. He slaps the door out of his way without slowing and skitters out along the building, head and shoulders defensively lowered.
It *was* the taxi, you bet. No sound from it, at least not at this distance, just a thin bluish haze slowly spreading out around it that might be gas-fumes if its engine were turning; and at his end a long row of un-colored spurts - of dust and stone-splinters - following him along the wall of the flat he's tearing away from. Each succeeding one a half yard too far behind him, smacking into where he was a second ago. And they never catch up. ("Jane Brown's Body")”
Source: The Fantastic Stories of Cornell Woolrich
“He’s quiet for a minute, then grins again. “I can’t believe you think I’m hot.”
“Shut up.”
“You probably faked passing out the other day, just so you could be carried in my hot, sweaty, manly arms.”
“Shut up.”
“I’ll bet you fantasize about me at night, right here in this bed.”
“Shut up, Holder.”
“You probably even…”
I reach over and clamp my hand over his mouth. “You’re way hotter when you aren’t speaking.”
Source: Hopeless
“He’s quite tall with broad shoulders and an athletic physique that even his suit and tie cannot hide. My eyes continue their upward travel to his strong square-shaped face framed with brown curly hair that falls to his shoulders and deep, piercing blue eyes. The corners of his mouth curve upward when he notices me staring a moment too long.”
Source: Torn Hearts
“He's reading a book called Great Warlocks of the 18th Century, and to get this ball rolling before Dean Devlin shows up and rains on our private parade, I snort and ask, "Good book?"
I forget I'm pretending to be sitting behind my two-thousand-ninety-eight-page Highlights of Modern Chemistry book, so he snorts back. "Better than yours.”
Source: Becca Bloom and the Drumsticks of Doom: A Heavy Metal Love Story
“He’s real. Oh God, he’s so real, and I can hear the memory in my head because he thinks I’m brave and strong, and I want to tell him I’m not, that he sees something in me that’s not there, that I’m weak and scared, and I don’t think I’m good enough for him, but I want to try. I want to try and be the person he thinks I am, because if he thinks I can do it, then maybe, just maybe it’s possible, just maybe it’s true, and I need him to help show me who I am. I need him to show me what I could be.”
Source: Who We Are
“He's really jealous, Ybon said rather weakly. Just have him meet me, Oscar said. I make all boyfriends feel better about themselves.”
Source: The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
“He's rich," Jack muttered to Eliza, "or connected with rich persons."
"Yes—the clothes, the coins ..."
"All fakeable."
"How do you know him to be rich, then?"
"In the wilderness, only the most terrible beasts of prey cavort and gambol. Deer and rabbits play no games."
(Jack Shaftoe and Eliza)”
Source: Quicksilver
“He's rigged a tiny cassette player with a small set of foam earphones to listen to demo tapes and rough mixes. Occasionally he'll hand the device to Mindy, wanting her opinion, and each time, the experience of music pouring directly against her eardrums - hers alone - is a shock that makes her eyes well up; the privacy of it, the way it transforms her surroundings into a golden montage, as if she were looking back on this lark in Africa with Lou from some distant future.”
Source: A Visit From the Goon Squad
“He’s right.
I’ve lived like a ghost.
But even after everyone took turns in trying to blow out my fire, I somehow still managed to find a lighter.
With that last bit of fight inside me, I wrote my novel.
And look what has come of it. A psychopath in the skin of the most beautiful man I have ever seen. One who is torturing my husband as we speak.
A bad man who murdered at least three men and was in the fucking mafia.
And he wants me.”
Source: Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick
“He's rugged, yet angelic. Poetic, yet blasphemous. Unkempt, yet meticulous.”
Source: Icing Hearts
“He's saying that an artistic lineage doesn't always have to be passed on by blood”
Source: The Restaurant of Lost Recipes
“He's scared, Zane."
"Well he should join the fucking club."
"Come on, Barnum"
"Ty, you are not the tiger whisperer," Zane hissed.”
Source: Stars & Stripes
“He's seeing the actual Milky Way streaked across the sky. The whole of his entire galaxy, right there in front of him. Billions and billions of stars. Billions and billions of worlds. All of them, all of those seemingly endless possibilities, not fictional, but real, out there, existing, right now. There is so much more out there than just the world he knows, so much more than his tiny Washington town, so much more than even London. Or England. Or hell, for that matter.
So much more that he'll never see. So much more that he'll never get to. So much that he can only glimpse enough of to know that it's forever beyond his reach.”
Source: More Than This
“He's seen Larry. This won't be good.”
Source: How the Vortex Changed My Life
“He's seen me at my stray dog lowest and still he stood behind me, did everything he could to help me. He saw the future I could have before I even wanted it for myself, and he was the one to push me towards it. That's faith. Growing up, I thought faith was about believing Jesus died for us and that if I held on to that, I'd get to meet him when I died too. But faith doesn't mean that to me anymore. Now it means someone seeing something in you that you've never seen in yourself, and not giving up until you see it too. I want that. I miss that.”
Source: Luckiest Girl Alive
“He's seriously good looking. I was kind of hoping he was into guys because I've never seen him take an interest in girls before-but he was fixated on you like he was afraid you would evaporate or something.”
Source: Fate Fixed
“He’s shouting that hatred and war made him nuts. I start running down the hill agreeing with him. The Mrs. gives me a look and puts her hands over Maribeth’s ears. We’re all running. The Mrs. starts screaming about the feel of the scythe as it opened her up. The girls bemoan their unborn kids. We make quite a group. Since I’m still alive I keep clipping trees with my shoulders and falling down.”
Source: CivilWarLand in Bad Decline
“He’s silent for a few seconds staring back at me with his soulful blue eyes. Even though he never says a word I can feel his emotions rising up inside him. He reaches out to wipe the tear from my cheek and I feel his love for me, smell it, taste it, his love is intoxicating.”
Source: Initiation
“He's single. And is about to have clean socks. That's better than half the men you've gone out with lately already.”
Source: Happily Letter After
“He’s slipped up a little every now and then but after today, I imagine he’ll be spending a little extra time in church next Sunday.”
Source: Just Out Of Reach
“He's so beautiful, so perfectly, horribly, inhumanely beautiful that I can barely breathe.”
Source: The Queen of Nothing
“He's so dreamy. I just love the way he smiles when he talks, even when he doesn't say that much.”
Source: House of Leaves
“He's so empty. They tried to stitch him back together, but too much already fell out. Stars and buttons and caramel truffles.”
Source: The Boy Who Steals Houses
“He's so fucking crooked he sleeps on a spiral staircase!”
Source: Dylan Moran Live - What It Is
“He's so hot. I take it all back. Poke holes in those condoms, please have his baby. We need that DNA in our bloodline.”
Source: Christmas Fling
“He's so intense, but I stand my ground. "Your people will...
"I am not only talking about my people now," he snaps. "I am talking about me."
The words feel like a slap. I stare at him, suddenly breathless "You think I betrayed you."
He says nothing.
And the worst part is, he's not wrong either. I was acting on emotion. I wasn't thinking about how anyone would perceive my actions. I spent months thinking Grey was dead, and after seeing what Rhen was willing to do in the courtyard, I wasn't going to wait around for him to up the ante.
My throat tightens. I turn to look out over the courtyard again, hoping the breeze will drag my tears away. "He was trapped with you for ... ever," I say. "Forever, Rhen. "How could you do that to him?"
Rhen is quiet for a moment. "He was your friend, too, my lady. I was not the only one he ran from."
I remember a moment, in the courtyard, when Rhen was still a monster. When Lilith was going to kill me, and Grey got on his knees and offered himself to spare me.
I remember a moment in Washington, DC, when Grey was near death because Rhen had attacked him, and he came to me for help. Not anyone in Emberfall. To me.
He could have told me his secret. I would have helped him. He chose not to. To protect me?
Or to protect himself?
Both?
We once spoke of my duty to bleed so he does not.
Oh, Grey.”
Source: A Heart So Fierce and Broken
“He’s so nice, with his waistcoats and French cinema blog—one of those men who women adore, while never actually picturing them naked.”
Source: Good Husbands
“He’s so outta my league, we’re not even playing the same sport… He’s professional soccer in Europe and I’m intramural badminton in the States.”
Source: Vibrizzio
“He’s so powerful. Who knows maybe he’s advanced past eating”
Source: My Boyfriend Merlin
“He’s so pretty it hurts.”
Source: Tryst
“He's so unlucky it's almost lucky," Gren said. "It's like he has reverse luck."
"He's reverse good-looking, too" said Hyde.
"I'm going to reverse punch you," Strag said to his brother.
"That was reverse smart, man. It means you're going to punch yourself.”
Source: Through the Ever Night
“He’s soaked. Rain clings to his clothes, his hair darkened and dripping, his breath shallow like he ran the whole way here. His eyes meet mine—raw, searching. And I swear, for one fragile second, the rest of the world disappears.”
Source: Echoes of One Night: Forbidden Love Romance
“He's spending a year dead for tax reasons.”
Source: The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
“He’s still in shock, but sooner or later, his trauma will catch up to him, and the anger will surface. Better we allow him to purge it in a way that brings him closure, than let it simmer beneath the surface and poison him.”
Source: Across an Endless Sea
“He's still looking at me quizzically when, sounding stone sober, he says, "Grayson, something needs to happen," and I say, "Huh?" And Tony says, "Because otherwise what if we just end up like everybody at the Hideout?" And I'm about to say huh again, because those people were far cooler than our classmates and also far cooler than us, but then I know what he means. He means, What if we become grown-ups waiting for a band that's never coming back?”
Source: Will Grayson, Will Grayson