H Quotes
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“He scooped the girl up in his arms. The feminine scent of her delicious blood hung thick in the air. He could tell from her smell that she was the same girl he had met seventeen years ago. For the first time in all these years, his burning sensation, his thirst, calmed down.”
Source: Frost Love
“He scooped up my arm, swung me round. “Let go, Cecil,” I said. “I’ve a strange dislike of being forced.” “But Briony,” he said, “I’m so full of good spirits. I could walk to London, I think!” Why didn’t he?”
Source: Chime
“He scooped up Victoria practically before she hit the ground, well within the five-second rule. If she'd been a potato chip, he could have still eaten her. Not something I particularly wanted to contemplate.”
Source: All She Wrote
“He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.”
Source: Poetical works
“He scowled at Jason. "And please, I don't like being touched. Don't ever grab me again.”
Source: The House of Hades (Heroes of Olympus Book 4)
“He scowled at me."You aren't any fun." "Party pooper extraordinaire,that's me.”
“He scrambled to grab a hose and pointed it at us. A pathetic stream of water trickled out.
What are you going to do? Giguhl said. Moisten us?”
Source: The Mage in Black
“He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.”
“He screamed and cried, as they tore into his flesh.”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel
“He screamed as he lurched down the hall. He poured blood on the carpet as he lurched down the hall. He left the occasional gory handprint to mark his progress as he lurched down the hall. But he was not yet dying as he lurched down the hall.”
Source: The Dark Half
“He screamed for all he had lost...screamed for the half male he was...screamed for Jane...screamed for who his parents were and what he wished for his sister...screamed for what he had forced his best friend to do...He screamed, and screamed until there was no breath, no consciousness, no nothing. No past or present. Not even himself anymore. And in the midst of the chaos, in the strangest way, he became free.”
Source: Lover Unleashed: A Novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood
“He screamed. Mmm?' inquired the gentleman. I...I would never presume to interrupt you, sir. But the ground appears to be swallowing me up.' It is a bog,' said the gentleman, helpfully. It is certainly a most terrifying substance.”
Source: Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell
“He scripted my pain; God freed my way — Yvonne Padmos, Biography Book”
“He searched for her without cease. With the fierce temerity with which José Arcadio Buedia had crossed mountains to found Macondo.”
Source: One Hundred Years of Solitude
“He searched her eyes, and there it was. A sense of time slowing down. A world melting away with only two souls remaining. An eternity of longing. Bittersweet and desperate.
Couldn’t she feel it, too?”
“He searched my face. “I want to be worthy enough to be your mate.”
My lips curved slightly. “You already are.”
Source: Sedona Seduction
“He seasoned the chicken with salt, pepper and mustard, and then grilled it to absolute perfection in clarified butter! The light coating of panko is toasted to a beautiful golden brown. Its crunch delightfully highlights the chicken's tender juiciness.
"But what takes this dish's flavor and elevates it to a whole other level... are the tiny crumbles of Boudin Noir blood sausage you added during the grilling step!"
"That's right! The Poussin Chicken had just been butchered, so I took a little of its blood and mixed it with some pork blood... to whip up my own special blood sausage! That gave the dish some real punch, don'tcha think?"
"B-but that shouldn't even work!
Blood sausage has such a powerful flavor it should have overwhelmed the more delicate Poussin Chicken...
but that chicken flavor is still undeniably the centerpiece of this dish!"
"That's from the fat. See, I didn't just grab some of the chicken's blood. I siphoned up some of its fat too. With this special injector here."
Animal fat is just as jam-packed with richness and body as blood! A little dollop of that keeps the chicken balanced as the center of the dish while deepening its overall flavor!
Not only that, he used the chain carving knife to add innumerable delicate hidden cuts in the chicken. Thanks to those, the flavors of the chicken, the sausage and the sauce all meld together seamlessly, creating a cohesive overall experience.”
Source: 食戟のソーマ 34 [Shokugeki no Souma 34]
“He secretly wished that there was a 'Wizarding Studies' subject he could take, so he didn't have to feel quite so out of his depth all of the time. But, he supposed, that was the arrogance of wizards.”
“He seeks life where it is to be found: in all that is most delicate, in the folds of things.”
Source: Andreas
“He seemed a little melancholy, but in a different way from the previous hard-luck case. His melancholy looked lighter, but also deeper, as if it had been with him for years.”
Source: The Dark Forest
“He seemed a part of the mute melancholy landscape, an incarnation of it's frozen woe, with all that was warm and sentient in him fast bound below the surface; but there was nothing nothing unfriendly in his silence. I simply felt that he lived in a depth of moral isolation too remote for casual access, and I had the sense that his loneliness was not merely the result of his personal plight, tragic as I guessed that to be, but had in it, as Harmon Gow had hinted, the profound accumulated cold of many Starkfield winters.”
“He seemed about to go on in this strain, which was a favorite of his, but then recollected himself, and said wryly, "I reveal myself more with every word. I am honest, Natalie, and sometimes ashamed of it."
"I always am, when I'm honest," Natalie said.
"Are you?" he asked with interest. "Do you know when you're being honest?"
"Usually," Natalie said. "If I'm surprised at myself for saying it thinking it, it's honest.”
Source: Hangsaman
“He seemed calmer, but he kept bringing up all the times I'd said or done the wrong thing. It made me feel like crying. But then I remembered that no one can make me feel inferior without my consent."
"Did Janice tell you that?"
"Eleanor Roosevelt did. But Janice is the one who gave me a whole book of her quotes, and I memorized all of them. I also really like the one that says 'A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it's in hot water.”
Source: The Girl He Used to Know
“He seemed determines, his resolve unwavering. This would take tact. Prudence. Possible Milk Duds.”
Source: Third Grave Dead Ahead
“He seemed every bit as riled and menacing as the bull had a few minutes ago. But Phoebe wasn't about to let him make his injury worse out of pure male stubbornness.
"Forgive me if I'm being tyrannical," she said in her most soothing tone. "I tend to do that when I'm concerned about someone. It's your decision, naturally. But I wish you would indulge me in this, if only to spare me from worrying over you every step of the way home."
The mulish set of his jaw eased. "I manage other people," he informed her. "People don't manage me."
"I'm not managing you."
"You're trying," he said darkly.
An irrepressible grin spread across her face. "Is it working?"
Slowly Mr. Ravenel's head lifted. He didn't reply, only gave her a strange, long look that spurred her heartbeat until she was light-headed from the force of its pounding. No man had ever stared at her like this. Not even her husband, for whom she'd always been close and attainable, her presence woven securely into the fabric of his days. Since childhood, she'd always been Henry's safe harbor.
But whatever it was this man wanted from her, it wasn't safety.
"You should humor my daughter's wishes, Ravenel," Sebastian advised from behind her. "The last time I tried to refuse her something, she launched into a screaming fit that lasted at least an hour."
The comment broke the trance. "Father," Phoebe protested with a laugh, twisting to glance at him over her shoulder. "I was two years old!"
"It made a lasting impression.”
Source: Devil's Daughter
“He seemed evidently more fond of controversy than of truth, and the whole turn of his conversation indicated that he derived his religious security rather from the adoption of a party, than from the implantation of a new principle.”
Source: Coelebs in Search of a Wife
“He seemed like he was baiting me to ask, like he wanted me to know his troubles but wanted me to ask first.”
Source: Mule
“He seemed like the sort to have a vast arsenal of smirks, shaped over a decade of nonverbal conversation.”
Source: Artificial Gods
“He seemed not to know the uses of silence.”
Source: The Lathe Of Heaven
“He seemed only ... annoyed. Annoyed, and sweaty, and hot. "Yeah, well," he said, "the next time you decide to sneak out of our magically warded apartment through a door that shouldn't really exist, leave a note.”
Source: City of Lost Souls
“He seemed placid to me on the platform, but something about that stillness makes me wary now.”
Source: Divergent
“He seemed smaller to me than he had that morning. The disappointment in his features was so childlike, for a moment I wondered how God could deny him this. He, a faithful servant, who suffered willingly just as Noah had willingly suffered to build the ark.
But God withheld the flood.”
Source: Educated
“He seemed so certain about everything, didn't he? And yet none of his certainties was worth one hair of a woman's head. He wasn't even sure he was alive, because he was living like a dead man.”
Source: The Stranger
“He seemed stunned momentarily, but then his answering smile transformed him nearly into the beautiful boy he must once have been, and he came willingly around the table and into my arms.”
Source: The Virtu
“He seemed to be at that most dangerous of ages, where strength, skill, and confidence met naïveté and idealism; when young men skilled at the crafts of violence could be manipulated into employing those skills with brutal efficiency--and without questions.”
Source: Academ's Fury
“He seemed to be having a staring contest with one of the candles”
Source: Perception
“He seemed to be having trouble remembering the steps, for he was pumping my arm and counting under his breath (one, two, three), and his breath smelled like the open maws of the pub cellars that grapes on Whitchurch pavements on delivery day. Beer.”
Source: Bad Blood
“He seemed to be lying on the bed. He could not see very well. Her youthful, rapacious face, with blackened eyebrows, leaned over him as he sprawled there.
“‘How about my present?’ she demanded, half wheedling, half menacing.
“Never mind that now. To work! Come here. Not a bad mouth. Come here. Come closer. Ah!
“No. No use. Impossible. The will but not the way. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. Try again. No. The booze, it must be. See Macbeth. One last try. No, no use. Not this evening, I’m afraid.
“All right, Dora, don’t you worry. You’ll get your two quid all right. We aren’t paying by results.
“He made a clumsy gesture. ‘Here, give us that bottle. That bottle off the dressing-table.’
“Dora brought it. Ah, that’s better. That at least doesn’t fail.”
Source: Keep the Aspidistra Flying
“He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.”
Source: The Complete Works Of O. Henry
“He seemed to be playing hide and seek with himself. It was impossible to understand what he wanted, why he ran after her there, in the street.”
Source: Two Months and Three Days
“He seemed to be staring at the chain hanging from the ceiling fan. Seconds later, he confirmed this by reaching out and tugging the chain.
Light clicked on.
He tugged the chain again.
Light went off.
Oh for gods' sake, he had a mean case of ADD sometimes. "Apollo," I snapped.”
Source: The Return
“He seemed to be talking about my fears, my insecurity, and my unwillingness to see what was wonderful because tomorrow it might disappear and I might suffer. The gods throw the dice, and they don't ask whether we want to be in the game or not.”
“He seemed to be waiting for a miracle to save him from the depths his life had reached and take him to a land of dreams.”
Source: The beginning and the end
“He seemed to be waiting for me to move forward. Weren't we all.”
Source: No One Belongs Here More Than You: Stories
“He seemed to become aware of a dark, imponderable force pushing him left when he meant to go right or pulling him back when he meant to go forward. Until that moment, he
would have felt certain that his actions had never been subject to restraint
by others. He had been certain that he did whatever he did of his own
accord, that everything he said he intended to say.”
Source: Light and Darkness
“He seemed to believe that indignation was a sufficient guardian.”
Source: The Impeachment of Abraham Lincoln
“He seemed to notice Walther’s baldrick across my chest for the first time—along with its royal crest.
“You’re the—”
“Yes.”
He paled, blustering with apologies and began to drop to one knee, “Your Highness—”
I stopped him, pushing him to his feet again by the tip of my sword. “It shouldn’t matter if I am a tavern maid or a princess. When I see you treating others with respect without regard to their station—or anatomy—then your apology will mean something.”
I turned and walked away as he still blustered, weary that this was a battle I had to fight over and over again.”
Source: The Beauty of Darkness
“He seemed to realize she was staring at him, because the cursing stopped. "You cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critcal interest. "It might be fatal." Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you the Magister?" He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. "Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent.”
“He seemed to study her. "I think I might surprise you." She feared that was definitely what might happen.”
Source: Reunion at Cardwell Ranch
“He seemed to take to me quite as naturally and unbiddenly as I to him; and when our smoke was over, he pressed his forehead against mine, clasped me round the waist, and said that henceforth we were married.”