H Quotes
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“He walked away
from the sun
to sit
with a candle,
he walked away
from the moon
to sit
with the night
- Choices”
Source: ANAMIKA: BEYOND WORDS
“He walked back to the rear door of the diner and lit his cigarette. He inhaled deeply, exhaled again and watched the smoke break up and disappear into nothing. Hell, he thought, and smiled nostalgically. That age he would have done the same damned thing himself.”
Source: Bad Signs
“He walked beside her, in front of her, behind her. He tried not to be overwhelmed by her fragrance and sheer presence. Yet, beyond the near-overwhelming desire for Molly Valle, he felt something else. It was as if the hands of some internal clock had long been off-kilter and had, at last, rearranged themselves into the correct positions.”
Source: The Magnolia That Bloomed Unseen
“He walked briskly.
He was all wrapped up in his joy.
He was filled with songs, packed in his throat and pressing against his teeth. He puckered up his lips.
It was a joy of which he wanted to savour all the smell and taste the juice as long as possible, like a sheep eating grass in the evening among the hills. He went on like that, until the beautiful silence had settled within him and around him, like a meadow.”
Source: Regain
“He walked by instinct along one white road, on which early birds hopped and sang, and found himself outside a fenced garden. There he saw the sister of Gregory, the girl with the gold-red hair, cutting lilac before breakfast, with the great unconscious gravity of a girl.”
Source: The Essential Gilbert K. Chesterton
“He walked down the corridor, lined with his soldiers, who looked at him with love, with awe, with trust. Except Bean, who looked at him with anguish. Ender Wiggin was not larger than life, Bean knew. He was exactly life-sized, and so his larger-than-life burden was too much for him. And yet he was bearing it. So far.”
Source: Ender's Game Boxed Set: Ender's Game, Ender's Shadow
“He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don’t let that fool you. You should’ve seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.”
Source: The lightning thief
“He walked into a room and everything stopped. Elvis was just so physically beautiful that even if he didn't have any talent... just his face, just his presence. And he was funny, charming, and complicated, but he didn't wear it on his sleeve. You didn't see that he was complicated. You saw great needs.”
“He walked into the bathroom, wincing at himself in the mirror, that always more tired older brother.”
Source: The Atrocity Exhibition
“He walked into the spotlight. The crowd cheered. He waited.
And then, with no warning, he let out a single, clear laugh.
It came out of him like a floodgate bursting. High-pitched, joyous, real. He laughed until his face crumpled, until his knees gave way, until he collapsed to the floor.
They thought it was the act.
They laughed harder.
Some stood. Some applauded.
A child shouted, “Do it again!”
But Bobo lay still.
His rubber nose squeaked against the stage floor.
His heart didn’t.
The laughter swelled like an ocean, unknowing, unrelenting. The curtain dropped.
Behind it, a small notebook fell from his jacket. It opened to a single scribbled line:
“The joke was me.”
Source: Entropy in Love and Other Errors: Absurdist Short Stories about Meaning, Glitches, and Goodbyes
“He walked on in silence, the solitary sound of his footsteps echoing in his head, as in a deserted street, at dawn. His solitude was so complete, beneath a lovely sky as mellow and serene as a good conscience, amid that busy throng, that he was amazed at his own existence; he must be somebody else's nightmare, and whoever it was would certainly awaken soon.”
“He walked on water. Perhaps. But could he have *swum* on land? In matching knickers and dark glasses? With his Fountain in a Love-in-Tokyo? In pointy shoes and a puff? Would he have had the imagination?”
“He walked on without resting. He had a terrible longing for some distraction, but he did not know what to do, what to attempt. A new overwhelming sensation was gaining more and more mastery over him every moment; this was an immeasurable, almost physical, repulsion for everything surrounding him, an obstinate, malignant feeling of hatred. All who met him were loathsome to him - he loathed their faces, their movements, their gestures. If anyone had addressed him, he felt that he might have spat at him or bitten him... .”
“He walked out and closed the door. Linda had the feeling that she was imprisoned, not with a lock and key, but by the imposed time limit. She decided to write down what she was going to say in a note-book, and pulled one across the table towards her. When she flipped it open she was confronted with a bad sketch of a seductively posed naked woman. To her surprise she saw it was Martinsson’s notepad. But why should that surprise me? she thought. All the men I know spend an enormous amount of mental energy undressing women in their minds.”
Source: Before the Frost
“He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”
Source: The Road
“He walked out into the cold morning asking himself this heretical question: Can you start measuring a minute at any instant you wish?”
Source: The Recognitions: A Novel
“He walked out into the night, thinking languageless thoughts...He ran suddenly across a street. At night, he knew, there could be the belief that something never before felt might be felt, something new. You could allow yourself quite easily this view of the world--this thrilling, midnightly faith--of there being something out there that loved you, that, at night, worshipped and searched for you, like a past life seeking its next, wanting desperately the continuation of itself. And though it would probably never find you, it would also, you believed at night, never give up, and this was enough--that something was out there and desperate and on its way.”
Source: Bed
“He walked out of the hospital into the sun, into open air for the first time in months, out of the green-lit rooms that lay like glass in his mind. He stood there breathing everything in, the hurry of everyone. First, he thought, I need shoes with rubber on the bottom. I need gelato.”
Source: The English Patient
“He walked out of the office to find Kevin Daley standing there. 'I like your style,' Kevin said. Thank you,' Alex said. 'I like it, too.”
Source: The Life As We Knew It Collection
“He walked out the door and with each step my heart breaks.
He'd be gone for days with long silences between each breath.
I know I'm his one of many and he knows he's my one of one.
The only one who holds him down.
Yet, he still leaves.
He walks through the door and with each step my heart leaps.
He crumbles to the ground in tears telling me he's sorry.
He says he needs me and he's nothing without me.
How can he be so attached and detached at the same time?
I swear, this man loves to see me in pain.”
“He walked out without his money.
The lesson to me was clear: hold onto your integrity at all costs. Never compromise on that.”
Source: Blankets become Jackets
“He walked outside onto the terrace and sat. Obviously settled and comfortable, he poured coffee. There were ways and ways to gain trust, he thought. With
a bird with a broken wing, it took patience, care, and a gentle touch. With a high-strung horse that had been whipped, it took diligence and the risk of being kicked. With a woman, it took a certain amount of charm. He was willing to combine all three.”
Source: Sweet Revenge
“He walked that night across the beach and back again, Titan running free and barking and playing with the cold waves. He walked with his brother. He walked with his aunt. He walked with his uncle. He walked with that girl he liked, the one he never knew, and her cat. He walked with his father and his mother. He walked with his sister and her husband, and their children. It was all in his head, that endless walk of naked feet against the sand. He walked alone until the water hit against the wall and the drizzle was the sea and the wind and his dream of staying home.”
Source: Sins of the Maker
“He walked the beach the same as before, a single set of footprints praying for the Sun to rise. The whispering Ocean assured him it would all come, a promise to rise and wipe the memories away.”
“he walked through a palpable morass of envy”
Source: Apex Hides the Hurt
“He walked to the temple of his soul, and that was a meditation in motion.”
“He walked up to me with his heart on his sleeve,
Asking, 'Where'd we go wrong on the way?
For I've wandered this city and oh its a pity,
They talk but have nothing to say,"
I told him that's true about cities like ours;
Cities of footsteps and phones.
It could be only me and the wild open sea,
And I still wouldn't fee as alone.”
“He walked with long, ungraceful strides, enormous feet adding to the spectacle, and he sat a horse as if leaning into a strong wind.”
“He walked, groping for a sentence that hung in his mind as an empty shape. He could neither fill it or dismiss it.”
Source: Atlas Shrugged
“He walks around the table and gives his daughter a hug. All of her pain, all of her sorrows. All of the vile memories of Amir vanished. She cried and Mehdi’s chest now bore the tears of his daughter. “Be the river, azizam,” he said as he pulled back and kissed her on the forehead.”
Source: Tajrish
“He walks forward and pinches my metallic star with his fingers, not refraining from a good grope in the process. “Sheriff, eh? Where are your handcuffs?”
I blush, first at his touch and then at his words. [...]
He smirks. “Well, I don’t mind if you handcuff me, as long as it’s in the correct setting.”
I smile evilly at him. “I’ll remember that.”
Source: Forbidden
“He walks in daylight. But, like a demon, he’s weaker then. He seems to have the powers of a god, but no followers. What would you call him? (Xypher) I wouldn’t call him anything that didn’t make him deliriously happy. (Simone)”
Source: Dream Chaser
“he walks into the bedroom like he owns it. says, “i wanna be filthy with you.” takes me down hungry. helps me shed my skin. cafuné. he looked at me like i wasn’t something ruined. filled my vicious parts with gold. touched me with too much yearning. he said, “i’d burn for you.” how can he not see we’re the creators of the fire? he growled, “moan for me.” the wolf bit down and i howled into the night.”
Source: calloused: a field journal
“He walks into the empty cafe, then sees the table she's set up for them: atop a white linen tablecloth is a spread of treats that makes George salivate: tomato breads, zucchini blossom pizza, vanilla cannoli, Sicilian salad, red wine, and, of course, a plate of chocolate and pistachio cream cupcakes.”
Source: The Witches of Cambridge
“He walks the soft grass, wet with fresh rain, jeans slung low on his hips and shirt hanging open, still dripping from the fevered maelstrom that set fire to the night sky. Fury in his step and passion furrowing his brow...He is my perfect storm...”
“He walks toward the closet, dropping the towel from his waist.
I flip down onto the bed with a giggle. To think I'd called him an ass before was meant to be an insult. Nope, his is sculpted perfection, worthy of a museum. Michelangelo's David would be seething with jealousy.”
Source: The Spice Master at Bistro Exotique
“He [Wallace] sent a quick note to his friend [Franzen] explaining his behavior. "the bold fact is that I'm a little afraid of you right now,"[...] "all I can tell you is that I may have been that [a worthy opponent] for you a couple/ three years ago, and maybe 16 months or tow or 5 or 10 years hence, but right now I am a pathetic and very confused man, a failed writer at 28, who is so jealous, so sickly searing envious of you and Vollmann and Mark Leyner and even David Fuckward Leavitt and any young man who is right now producing pages with which he can live and even approving them off some base-clause of conviction about the entrprise's meaning and end that I consider suicide a reasonable- if not at this point a desirable- option with respect to the whole wretched problem.”
Source: Every Love Story Is a Ghost Story: A Life of David Foster Wallace
“He wandered Comala's lonely streets, his footsteps scaring off dogs that were sniffing through the garbage.He made it as far as the river, where he passed the time staring at still pools of water that reflected the light of the stars falling from the heavens. He stayed for several hours, wrestling with his thoughts and tossing them into the black water of the river.”
Source: Pedro Páramo
“He wandered into the Newsroom and asked for a job the same way he’d walk into a barbershop and ask for a haircut, and with no more idea of being turned down.”
Source: The Rum Diary: A Novel
“He wandered toward West 132 Street and followed the noises of the night.”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel
“He wanders alone but safe in his loneliness, confused but comforted by his confusion - a blanket of bewilderment to hide himself under.”
“He wanders, like a day-appearing dream,
Through the dim wildernesses of the mind;
Through desert woods and tracts, which seem
Like ocean, homeless, boundless, unconfined.”
“He wanted a daughter who looked like his wife. His wife had informed him she wanted a son who looked like her husband. God would decide but it was fun arguing about something that meant everything knowing neither of them
really cared which way it went.”
Source: Fire Inside
“He wanted a father, and for the same reason, he wanted to be a father.”
Source: Atonement
“He wanted a piece of her.”
“he wanted a son so he could teach him all the things he knew, as well as how to learn all the things he didn´t know. he couldn´t teach his daughter anything, she knew more than he did already.”
Source: When will there be good news?
“He wanted a stiff drink to get through the evening, for he knew they’d be wailing, and her family coming unglued.”
Source: Legacy of Shadows: An International Crime Thriller
“He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.”
Source: Wuthering Heights
“He wanted Arina This thought filled her body with happiness. She was crazy!”
Source: Two Months and Three Days
“He wanted everything from her. All her kisses, her sexy looks… everything.”
Source: Bishop's Endgame