H Quotes
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“He shines in the second rank, who is eclipsed in the first.”
“He shivered and he shuddered and allowed himself to sulk in his tears and allowed his heart to burst into flames and turn into ash, because that’s all it could do. That seemed like the most natural sequence of things to happen when the person he loved most was no longer there to love.”
Source: Counting Stars
“He shivered. His coat was thin, and it was obvious he would not get his kiss, which he found puzzling. The manly heroes of the penny dreadfuls and shilling novels never had these problems getting kissed.”
Source: Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess's Stardust: Being a Romance Within the Realms of Faerie
“He shone all over. Only Magnus, Simon thought resignedly, would have access to sequined battle armor.”
Source: City of Lost Souls
“He shook hands. With greening faces, with eyes full of sparks, his two friends leaned upon their canes. One had on a crushed bowler (why?)... Both were weary. Both knew that what was approaching was the end. Both had spent the day in their offices and when they interrupted their work with an indiscreet nod, when they turned the conversation toward that end, both broke in "Lord, we have strayed from our business." And ever deeper sunk their eyes, a deathly shadow was descending. The words of his friends had been bought with blood, but they were stolen. Someone, listening, recorded them on a phonograph and thousands of cylinders began to twang. A new enterprise opened, on sale a bronze throat, a screaming cavity; an experienced mechanic installed the throat phonograph. The purchased throat squealed day and night and his friends grew exhausted and one day he said to them both "Lord, I am going." He grinned. And they grinned: they understood everything. Now they stood on the platform, stood with him and saw him off. Someone long and dark with the face of an ox, shoulders crooked as a sorrowful cemetery cross and wrapped up in a frock-coat, swept into the coach. And then the bell rang, and then they waved their bowlers; three wooden arms swung in the air.
("Adam")”
Source: Silver Age of Russian Culture
“He shook hands with Margaret. He knew it was the first time their hands had met, though she was perfectly unconscious of the fact.”
Source: The Complete Works of Elizabeth Gaskell (20+ Books)
“He shook her. "Listen to me!"
She looked him in the eye and said very gently, "No."
And his fear and frustration and longing, and all that he'd kept so carefully tamped down deep inside himself, simply exploded.
He pulled her roughly into his arms and bent his head to devour her lips. She was sweet and soft, and her taste was like balm for his wounded soul. He opened her mouth with his tongue, thrusting inside almost desperately, as if her depths held all the secrets he needed to sustain life. She moaned low in her throat, so softly he felt more than heard it, a tremor against his lips, and he moved his hand to her jaw so that he might press his thumb against the pulse of her throat and understand the emotions that swept through her.”
Source: No Ordinary Duchess
“He shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “Two hours isn’t going to be enough time.”
She grinned, rocking her hips. “We’d better make it count.”
Source: Breath of Passion
“He shook his head again. “I’m afraid I don’t feel much of anything these days. Especially not hope. I have no time or energy to waste on false wishes and dreams that won’t come true.”
“Hope isn’t about ignorant wishing.” She surprised even herself with her
defensive backlash. “Hope is about believing—believing there are better
things in store for us if we just wait for them. It’s about understanding we’re not left completely on our own here, regardless of the way things appear.”
Lamont snorted. “That ain’t much for a body to go on.”
“Perhaps not, but I reckon it’s enough. Sometimes it’s gotta be, anyhow.
Without hope, what would drive one onward?”
He was silent for a long moment before he looked up and met her eyes.
His own eyes displayed no emotion when he answered in a weary, grim
tone, “Fear.” He took a drink and fell silent again as she quietly scrutinized him, attempting to discern in his haggard face the thoughts behind what he had said.”
Source: Pantheon
“He shook his head and eyed Roarke. "You don't look like a cop." "I'm not and thank you for noticing.”
“He shook his head and thought about it for a second. “Maybe I'm not straight? Can I still be straight when I'm sitting here looking into your eyes?” he asked. Maybe it was the alcohol talking or maybe he wasn't as straight as he thought he was.
“Yes. Absolutely.” Cormag nodded and watched him closely.
“Even when I think they're so pretty? They are, you know. So many different shades of brown…and a little green. Just a touch; not a lot. So pretty.” He sighed happily, watching those dark eyes staring back at him in surprise. He lay his head on his arms, smiling at the way Cormag flushed in embarrassment and turned his full attention onto his bottle of beer.
“Wow, you are super drunk.”
Source: Decadent
“He shook his head at her question. Did women really think men cared about that stuff? Did he care if she did this all the time? Definitely, definitely not. He could honestly say he did not give a flying fuck whether this girl dragged guys home every other day to have her way with them for seven hours. He was just glad as hell she’d decided to do it with him. Today. And hopefully maybe again. Sometime.”
Source: Numbered
“He shook his head at himself as he walked out into the night. For guys, life was nothing but one big pissing contest. It was a pure damn wonder women didn't take over the world while men were busy trying to prove who had the biggest dick.”
Source: Prior Bad Acts
“He shook his head. "Good-bye, my dear. I'm afraid the next time we meet, we'll be bitter enemies."
She clasped his hand. "Then I hope we never meet again."
Then, with a wave of her hands, she vanished.”
Source: The Speaker
“He shook his head. His dream was in his mind and in his soul. Thyon might steal his books, but he couldn’t steal that.”
Source: Strange the Dreamer
“He shook his head. “I can’t decide if it’s genius or madness.”
“Maybe it’s a little bit of both,” said Nancy.”
Source: Every Heart a Doorway
“He shook his head. "I never wanted to admit this to myself," he said with something like tranquility, "but you really do hate me, don't you, Edith?”
“He shook his head in mock sympathy. "I tell you, Sage. Sometimes I think I am the one who needs to take out the restraining order on you.”
Source: The Indigo Spell: A Bloodlines Novel
“He shook his head in wonder. "You are magnificent." "I keep telling everyone that," she said with a nonchalant shrug, "but you seem to be the only one to believe me.”
“He shook his head, just looking at me.
- "What?" I asked.
- "Nothing" he said.
- "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Augustus half smiled. "Because you`re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence." A brief awkward silence ensued. Augustus plowed through: "I mean, particularly given that, as you so deliciously pointed out, all of this will end in oblivion and everything."
I kind of scoffed or sighed or exhaled in a way that was vaguely coughy and then said, "I`m not beau-"
- "You are like a millennial Natalie Portman. Like V for Vendetta Natalie Portman."
- "Never seen it."
- "Really?" he asked. "Pixie-haired gorgeous girl dislikes authority and can`t help but fall for a boy she knows is trouble. It`s your autobiography, so far as I can tell."
His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didn`t even know that guys could turn me on - not, like, in real life.”
“He shook his head, looking at the computer screen sadly. "I love her." then he closed his laptop. "Loved her."
"Me too," she said a little softer.”
Source: You Were Always There
“He shook his head. "No. I don't like that word. Good is always used to put others down. Look at Earth. You have your 'good Christians' who hate gays, who formed bigoted groups to get rid of other good people. You have your 'good people' who sneer at the ones who work two jobs because one has wealth and the other doesn't. The ones who call themselves good? They're the ones looking for a reason to put others down.”
Source: The Lure of the Devil
“He shook his head. "No, we do. I may be a little buzzed and really fucking horny, but I also need you to know that I love you. I should have said it the first time months ago, and I will keep saying it every damn day. I love you more than every single star in the Louisiana sky above us.”
Source: A Paper Trail
“He shook his head, staring at her like a condemned man who beheld the face of his executioner. "Aline," he whispered, "Do you know what hell is?"
"Yes." Her eyes overflowed. "Trying to exist with your heart living somewhere outside your body."
"No. It's knowing that you have so little faith in my love, you would have condemned me to a lifetime of agony." His face contorted suddenly. "To something worse than death.”
Source: Again the Magic
“He shook his head. "Those waves are begging us to ride them. Talking can wait.”
Source: Legend of Love
“He shook his head to clear it, but the world grew dark and angry and would not stay upright. The world did not like to be shaken. He understood that now. He wouldn't shake it again. He felt his feet sliding away from him on silent roller skates and reached for a wall for support. The wall cursed and dug its fingers into his arm, and was probably not a wall. It was probably a person.”
Source: Lexicon
“He shook his head. You're asking that I make myself vulnerable and that I can never do. I have only one way to live. It doesn't allow for special cases. A coin toss perhaps. In this case to small purpose. Most people don't believe that there can be such a person. You see what a problem that must be for them. How to prevail over that which you refuse to acknowledge the existence of. Do you understand? When I came into your life your life was over. It had a beginning, a middle, and an end. This is the end. You can say that things could have turned out differently. That there could have been some other way. But what does that mean? They are not some other way. They are this way. You're asking that I second say the world. Do you see?
Yes, she said sobbing. I do. I truly do.
Good, he said. That's good. Then he shot her.”
Source: No Country for Old Men
“He shook his head. “You’re making me revisit my opinion of Earthlings,” he admitted,
Her lips turned up in a faint smile. “Then we’re even. Because you’re making me see aliens in a whole new light.”
Source: The Lasaran
“He shook his head. “Your mouth is going to get you into trouble someday,” he said, his gaze involuntarily lowering to her lips.
She casually said, “Yeah, my dad used to tell me that.”
But those weird emotions began to course through him again. Nowhere near love, but more than like, his affection for her combined with sexual responses and created one hell of a reaction in his body.
“Are you staring at me again?”
“You’re awfully hard not to notice.”
“He shook his head, absorbed in one of his feats of memory, those brief periods of scholastic rapture where he lost touch with the world around him, absorbed completely in conjuring up knowledge from all its sources.”
Source: The Outlander Series 8-Book Bundle: Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn, The Fiery Cross, A Breath of Snow and Ashes, An Echo in the Bone, Written in My Own Heart's Blood
“He shook his head. "Some people think that they like music, but they have no idea what it's really about. They're kindding themselves. Then there are people who feel strongly about music, but just aren't listening to the right stuff. They're misguided. And then there are people like me."
"People like you," I said. "What kind of people are those?"
"The kind who live for music and are constantly seeking it out, anywhere they can. Who can't imagine a life without it. They're enlightened."”
“He shook his head. "The next time I hear a women going on about how neurotic men are, I'm going to remember this. You tell me you like my body, and what do I say? I say, thank you. Then I tell you I like yours and what do I hear? A long lists of grievances.”
Source: Kiss An Angel
“He shook his head. He didn't know. He couldn't tell when he had woken fully. He walked to the horses. They definitely seemed alarmed. But then, they would. After all, he had just leapt to his feet unexpectedly, waving his saxe knife around like a lunatic.”
“He shook his head. “No. Because there's no one else out there who understands you like I do.” I waited for more. “That's it? You're not going to elaborate on what that means?” Those green eyes held me. “I don't think I need to.”
Source: The Golden Lily: A Bloodlines Novel
“He shook me, and despite it being one-handed, it made my teeth rattle. “If anything like that ever happens again. You. Leave. Me. Behind. Do you understand?” I would have argued, but I was feeling a little shocky for some reason. “I’m not good at abandoning people,” I finally said. A front-desk person scurried over, first-aid kit in hand, but Pritkin snarled at the poor guy and he quickly backed up a step. “Then get good at it!” He stomped off, limping, one shoulder hanging at an odd angle. “You’re welcome,” I murmured.”
“He shook my dozing soul and threw the cold water of reality in my face, so that life and God and heaven and hell broke into my world with glory and horror. (on CS Lewis)”
Source: Don't Waste Your Life
“He shook my hand and said goodbye with a sentence that might have been either good advice or a threat: "Take good care of yourself.”
“He shook-a me up, he took me by surprise. He had a pickup truck, and the devil's eyes. He stared at me and I felt a change. Time meant nothing, never would again.”
“He shot forward, clasping my cheeks. “Say it again.”
“Say what?” I replied, gripping his wrists. “I said a lot of things. Help me out here.”
"Say that I'm not just the Apollyon," he whispered, his voice harsh.
Tears built in my throat. "You're not just the Apollyon, Seth."
His eyes drifted shut, his face tensed as his fingers splayed across my cheeks. "I don't even know who I am anymore. Or what I ever was."
Oh goodness, that ripped right through my chest. "You're just...you're just Seth."
A tremor moved through his arms. "And you...you're just my salvation.”
Source: The Return
“He should avail himself of their resources in such ways as to advance the expression of the spirit in the life of mankind. He should use them so as to afford to every human being the greatest possible opportunity for developing and expressing his distinctively human capacity as an instrument of the spirit, as a centre of sensitive and intelligent awareness of the objective universe, as a centre of love of all lovely things, and of creative action for the spirit.”
“He should be envied Who when his strength is spent lays down his life. Old age reserves a melancholy fate For noble souls before their life is done.”
“He should be happy because he can think about the unhappiness of others!
He’s stupid if he doesn’t know other people’s unhappiness is theirs,
And isn’t cured from the outside,
Because suffering isn’t like running out of ink,
Or a trunk not having iron bands!
There being injustice is like there being death.”
Source: The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro
“He should be the one to die, part of me thinks. I don't want to lose him, another part argues. I don't know which part to believe.”
“He should be worried about playing the game, not innovating it. He thinks he's Brett Hull or something. You should remind him that he didn't go to college. He's a junior (hockey) guy. So he's not that bright.”
“He should discard the texts altogether, as the man who seeks rice discards the husk.”
“He should earn a puffy-tail for helping and lose it for being mean,” Parker puts in. “At least then he breaks even.”
Source: The Unteachables: A Hilarious Novel About a Class of Misfits and Mayhem for Children
“He should first show them in deeds rather than words all that is good and holy.”
“He should have appeared vulnerable in his nakedness, but he seemed more powerful now than when he'd had his clothes on. His body was hewn with brutal grace, large and muscular and superbly fit. His bronze tan ended at his waistline, fading into the paler skin of his hips. A wealth of thick dark hair covered his chest, and there was another heavy patch of it at his groin, around the dark, upthrust length of his erection.”
Source: Worth Any Price
“He should have been dumber. Anybody that good-looking deserved to be dumb.”
“he should have done all things otherwise: poignant regrets, weary, incessant toiling of the mind to change what was unchangeable, to plan what was now useless, to be the architect of the irrevocable past.”
Source: Markheim