H Quotes
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“He squeezes my hand, and my heart punches against my ribs. It's just like pain, this pleasure.”
“He squinted at her. He recalled the tears in her eyes that had not fallen into her teacup. No, it wasn’t a revelation. Not even to him. Yet, this was the same woman who had stolen a camel right out from under the Anti-Zionist army’s nose. She’d taken his hand, thrown herself down a sand dune on a dare, and then beaten him back up it. She’d glared at him and refused to part from his side. A coward?
“Never,” he said again.”
“He squinted at me. "What are you wearing? Is that some new form of birth control?”
Source: High Five
“He squinted at us. "You really believe there might be zombies in Franklin Village?"
"Maybe," I said. "We just thought we'd patrol at night and search for them."
"But that could be dangerous," Trevor said. He leaned toward us. His eyes darted from Alec to me. "That could be very dangerous."
A chill rolled down my back. He had suddenly changed. His voice deepened. And his words sounded like a warning.
Or a threat.”
Source: Zombie Halloween
“He squinted up at the straining muscular backs of the stone men supporing the dome. "You'll have to take me to some museums," he said. He was being the young man on the road, following the sun because gray weather made him suicidal, writing his poetry in his mind in diners and gas station men's rooms across the country. "But I did see a show of Hopper once. And I like his light. It was kind of lonely or something.
Or, "The world's a mess, it's in my kiss,' like John and Exene say," he mumbled. We were in a leather store on Market Street being punks on acid with skunk-striped hair and steel-toed boots.”
Source: Echo
“He stabbed into her, driving deeply, repeatedly, iron-hard and demanding. She welcomed the piercing pleasure of his urgency, opening her legs wider, pushing her skirts away and wrapping her legs about him. His thrusts pushed her roughly against the table, but she rose to meet each one, clinging to him at the hip, grinding her own need to match his. Her fingers clawed at his buttocks, gripping him to her, pushing herself against him, devouring him.
The Gentlemen's Club”
Source: The Gentlemen's Club
“He staggered and might have toppled sideways if Clara had not been there, grabbing his arm and steadying him. He turned toward her and saw her read, and then reflect, the anguish in his face. Her grip on his arm went from support to a more frantic clutch. She said under her breath, “You can get through this.” And after a long, shaky breath: “I’ll get you through it.”
But her hand was trembling on his arm.”
Source: What Heals the Heart
“He stalked back to the enormous moth, but it wouldn't return him to Elfhame until he went to a nearby general store, glamoured leaves into money to buy it an entire six-pack of lager, and then poured the booze into a frothing puddle on the ground for the creature to lap at.”
Source: How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories
“He stalked to her, standing a full head or more taller than she. He was powerful, looming, looking barely restrained. But he was keeping himself in check. As if he were a high-tempered stallion, able to crush her, but bowing before her hands on his reins.
The thought made her feel liquid.”
Source: No Ordinary Duchess
“He stalked up behind her to clench her hips, and she stilled.
In a breathy voice, she asked, "You're going to make love to me again, aren't you?"
In answer,he lifted her onto the counter, tore off her shift, then pressed her naked body back into the blooms.”
Source: A Hunger Like No Other
“He stalks toward me, close enough that I can feel his breath stirring my hair. ¨Are you commanding me?¨
¨No¨ I say, startled and unable to meet his gaze. ¨Of course not.¨ His fingers come to my chin, tilting my head so I am looking up into his black eyes, the rage in them as hot as coals. ¨You just think I ought to. That I can. That i be good at it. Very well, Jude. Tell me how its done. Do you think she´d like it if i came to her like this, if i looked deeply into her eyes?¨ My whole body is alert, alive with sick desire, embarassing in its intensity. He knows. I know he knows. ¨Probably,¨ I say, my voice coming out a little shakily. ¨Whatever it is you usually do.¨ ¨Oh, come now,¨ he says, his voice full of barely controlled fury. ¨If you want me to play the bawd, at least give me the benefit on your advice.¨ His beringed fingers trace over my cheek, trace the line of my lip and down my throat. I feel dizzy and overwhelmed. ¨Should I touch her like this?¨ he asks, lashes lowered. The shadows limn his face, casting his cheekbones into stark relief. ¨I dont know,¨ I say, but my voice betrays me. It´s all wrong, high and breathless. He presses his mouth to my ear, kissing me there. His hands skim over my shoulders, making me shiver. ¨And then like this? Is this how I ought to seduce her? I can feel his mouth shape the light words against my skin. ¨Do you think it would work?¨ I dig my fingernails into the meat of my palm to keep from moving against him. My whole body is trembling with tension. ¨Yes.¨ Then his mouth is against mine, and my lips part. I close my eyes against what im about to do. My fingers reach up to tangle in the black curls of his hair. He doesnt kiss me as though hes angry; his kiss is soft, yearning. Everything slows, goes liquid and hot. I can barely think. Ive wanted this and feared it, and now its happening, I dont know how i will ever want anything else. We stumble back to the low couch. He leans me against the cushions, and I pull him down over me. His expression mirrors my own, suprise and a little horror.
Page 143-144”
Source: The Wicked King
“He stands alone in hollow gloom, with the sound of his own breath whispering down unseen passages ahead and behind and to both sides, wondering how he stumbled into this blackest of all labyrinths.
He entered by choice. We all do. Whether we are mapping the heavens or skulking the lanes of the underworld, whether we are hunting the imprisoned fiend or have ourselves become the monster, whether we are searching for what is lost or hiding what must never be found, we all round that first corner by choice - and by then, we are lost.
You too. You must decide what is false and what is true, and what is true for me but not for you. We are wandering the mazes, all of us, and we cannot hope to escape until we learn to tell between what is real and what is real for someone else. There lies the madness, and the truth as well.”
Source: Pages of Pain
“He stands erect by bending over the fallen. He rises by lifting others.”
“He stands his ground but she can see him collapse. He looks like a man in a film the moment after he's been shot and before he falls to the ground -”
“He stands, loosening his black tie and stripping off his white shirt, dropping the latter just in front of my face. The appetizing smell of him reaches my face in a goading wave. As he walks around my body to the bed, he slaps my ass, making me turn and yelp.”
Source: Erotic Fantasies
“He stands not alone. You would die before your stroke fell.”
“He stands, paralyzed in the middle of the star-filled night. The stars in all their appalling beauty crush him.”
Source: Tender Is the Flesh
“He stands up for himself. He's a fighter. That's who my father is.”
“He stands up, slowly, and puts his hands on the zipper of his jeans, where I notice there's a bulge that looks like someone stuck a cucumber in his pants. That can be his...thing, can it? He undoes the button then his fly and then slides his jeans down. He's wearing those tight boxer-briefs things, like that guy in the Calvin Klein commercial, and I realize, it's definitely not a cucumber.”
Source: Want to Go Private?
“He [Stanley] had stated that he longed to do something wonderful for the African tribes along the Congo, and instead, as would become all too apparent, had set them up for a terrible fate. In 1877 he came down the great river as the first European ever to do so, declaring his hope that the Congo should become like `a torch to those who sought to do good'." Instead, it became the torch that attracted the archexploiter King Leopold II of Belgium.”
Source: Stanley: The Impossible Life of Africa's Greatest Explorer
“He stared, a line forming between his brows. Then with a shake of his head, he murmured, “You must have been a general in your past life. A most irritatingly stubborn one.”
Source: The Red Palace
“He stared and talked at the girl's red hair and amused face for what seemed to be a few minutes; and then, feeling that the groups in such a place should mix, rose to his feet. To his astonishment, he discovered the whole garden empty. Everyone had gone long ago, and he went himself with a rather hurried apology. He left with a sense of champagne in his head, which he could not afterwards explain. In the wild events which were to follow, this girl had no part at all; he never saw her again until all his tale was over. And yet, in some indescribable way, she kept recurring like a motive in music through all his mad adventures afterwards, and the glory of her strange hair ran like a red thread through those dark and ill-drawn tapestries of the night. For what followed was so improbable that it might well have been a dream.”
Source: The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare
“He stared at her fists and at her face and said with upset incredulity, "You promised me you would forgive me-" "Forgive you,"Tatiana hissed through her teeth, tears streaming down her face, "for your brave and indifferent face, Alexander!" She groaned in pain. "Not for your brave and indifferent heart.”
“He stared at her. “How is it that you’re cute, sexy as hell, and smarter than anyone I know?”
She gave him a small smile. “It’s a gift.”
“He stared at her, knowing with certainty that
he was falling in love. He looked the other way, Her face triggered through his heart, forcing him to look back, and admire that beauty!!
Soon He pulled her close and
kissed her beneath a blanket of stars,
wondering how on earth he'd been lucky
enough to find her...
Wait it was morning, the dream was actually over !!”
“He stared at her, knowing with certainty that he was falling in love. He pulled her close and kissed her beneath a blanket of stars, wondering how on earth he'd been lucky enough to find her.”
“He stared at his feet. “I’m still very ignorant,” he said, “but at least I’m ignorant about really important things.”
Source: Diggers: The Second Book of the Nomes
“He stared at his hot chocolate like it held the secret to the universe.”
“He stared at it for a long while, hating himself for having to so manipulate his friend yet again. That thought surprised the drow; when in his entire life had he ever felt such a twang? In his betrayal of Zaknafein those centuries before, perhaps? He looked at Entreri again, and he felt as if he was staring at his old drow companion.”
Source: Road of the Patriarch (The Sellswords, Book 3) Publisher: Wizards of the Coast
“He stared at me and, though the fate he pronounced was golden, there was a malevolence in his dead eyes. ‘You will be king,’ he said, and the last word sounded like poison on his tongue.”
Source: Sword Song
“He stared at me. “Are you done? ”
“Yes.”
“May I get up? ”
“No.”
“I see you like your men with their egos gutted.”
“Only when I’m feeling generous.”
Source: A Crown of Wishes
“He stared at me, eyes gradually narrowing as several emotions warred for dominance on his face. Would he laugh with me? Or would he—Oh, he was offended. Good. My shoulders shook harder.”
Source: Reactive
“He stared at me with bitter understanding. We both knew there was no room in this for friendship. Nothing left but childhood history.”
Source: The Travis Family Series, Books 1-3: Blue-Eyed Devil, Smooth Taking Stranger and Sugar Daddy
“He stared at the corner of the yellowed ceiling, at the spider web and its solitary occupant. “Why here?” he asked the spider. “You could choose anywhere instead of this house. I know I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have to be.” The spider said nothing. Come to think of it, Callum was sure the spider hadn’t moved even an inch in the last week. Maybe it was dead. Dead and crisp like the untouched wasp carcass on his window sill.”
Source: Bleak '93
“He stared at the first one, seeming to drink it up with his eyes, an antiquated metaphor that I’ve always loved: People and things dissolve, turn to liquid, and the eyes become mouth and throat, changing the irreducible world into a potion.”
Source: Trick
“He stared at the heart of his heart, the one woman in the world for him”
Source: Mortal Danger
“He stared down at me, and i examined his beautiful eyes up close, something i'd never tire of doing.”
“He stared down at the golden curls of the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness. "You know," he concluded, after a while, "I think he actually looks like an Adam.”
Source: Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch
“He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman.”
“He stared for ten seconds or more, which, when eating a chocolate cake isn't much, but when staring, is.”
“He stared her right in the eyes. “Never . Nila, loving someone means you’re willing to fight and die for them. That you’ll be there with them no matter what life throws at you. Bring it on. Together, we’ll be strong enough to face any future.”
Source: Here There Be Tigers
“He stared out the window and found himself thinking of that old Randy Newman song, "It's Money That Matters." It was money that
mattered, wasn't it? He shook his head. Times had changed. Twenty years ago-a decade ago, even-a rich man spending millions of dollars to get himself elected to public office would have been looked upon with suspicion and distrust. But in 1992, the town had voted overwhelmingly for Ross Perot, either buying completely into his "common man" persona and believing that the billionaire was more like them than were either of his two opponents, or else respecting and admiring his enormous wealth”
Source: The Store
“He stared past her to the place at the other end of the dining table where Regina would sit as his wife. If she were here. If he hadn’t driven her away. “I’m not sure I know how to love, Louisa.” She took his hand. “Don’t be silly. Loving is easy. It’s finding someone to love you back that’s hard.”
Source: To Pleasure a Prince
“He stared to sea. "I gave up all ideas of practicing medicine. In spite of what I have just said about the wave and the water, in those years in France I am afraid I lived a selfish life. That is, I offered myself every pleasure. I traveled a great deal. I lost some money dabbling in the theatre, but I made much more dabbling on the Bourse. I gained a great many amusing friends, some of whom are now quite famous. But I was never very happy. I suppose I was fortunate. It took me only five years to discover what some rich people never discover — that we all have a certain capacity for happiness and unhappiness. And that the economic hazards of life do not seriously affect it.”
Source: The Magus
“He stared up at me, and even as the house fell apart around us, even as drops of fire rained down from the sky, his hand raised and brushed a lock of hair out of my face, and I felt his stomach rise as he breathed in deeply.
“You,” he whispered. “You’re a boy?” His hands cupped my face, and a tear streaked down my cheek onto his fingers.
“I dreamt of you but… but I never thought…”
Source: Burn
“He stared up at me like I belonged to him, like he belonged to me. Like I made this dungeon safe.”
Source: Trick
“He stared up at the moon, which looked like a giant hole in the sky, letting light through to the other side.”
Source: Garden Spells
“He stared up at the stars, and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity. He imagined he could see the very faces of the stars; pale, they were, and smiling gently, as if they had spent so much time above the world, watching the scrambling and the joy and the pain of the people below them, that they could not help being amused every time another little human believed itself the center of its world, as each of us does.”
Source: Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess's Stardust: Being a Romance Within the Realms of Faerie
“He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity.”
Source: Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess's Stardust: Being a Romance Within the Realms of Faerie
“He stared up into the trees, watched them sway in the soft breeze, watched the sun drift slowly across the sky, hour after hour, until it began to sink from view, trying to let go, to let his mind drift. The memories are there, so close, so very close.
-Slewfoot: A tale of bewitchery _Brom”
Source: Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery