H Quotes
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“He wanted head and hands and arms on a pillow - in many different positions. I was asked to move my hands in many different ways - also my head - and I had to turn this way and that. There were nudes that might have been of several different people - sitting - standing - even standing upon the radiator against the window - that was difficult - radiators don't intend you to stand on top of them. (On being photographed by Alfred Stieglitz)”
Source: Georgia O'Keeffe: A Life
“He wanted her- all of her. Not just the physical her, but her devotion, her love, her heart- all the essential her, the tangible intangible of her being, her self. He wanted it all- and he wasn't going to be satisfied with anything less.
He knew why he wanted her, too. Why she was different. But he wasn't going to think about that.
She was his. He'd known it the instant he'd held her in his arms, that first evening with the storm lowering about them. She'd fitted- and he'd known, instinctively, immediately, at some level deeper than his bones. He hadn't come by his name by accident; he had a gift for recognizing what scent was on the breeze. An instinctive hunter, he responded to shifts in the mood, the atmosphere, taking advantage of whatever current was flowing without a conscious thought.
He'd known from the first just what was in the wind- known from the instant he'd held Patience Debbington in his arms.”
Source: A Rake's Vow
“He wanted her all right. But he also really, really liked her.”
Source: Lover's Rock: A These Americans Love Story
“He wanted her for what lay at either end of her spinal column - it was not clear witch end he favored - and not for her spiritual qualities.”
Source: The Baroque Cycle: The Complete New York Times Bestselling Trilogy of Historical Intrigue and Adventure
“He wanted her.
He closed his eyes.
These... urges were loathsome, and yet they plagued him constantly. He'd been in London over a month now with no remedy. Perhaps that was why he'd found himself drawn to the girl.
She was pretty and bright and innocent, and she had smelled of wild roses.”
Source: No Ordinary Duchess
“He wanted her. He wanted her body in his bed and her defiant spirit in his estates.”
Source: A Deal with the Earl
“He wanted her loyalty. Her faithfulness. Her love. That was the bottom line. He wanted Ania to fall so deeply in love with him, she would never consider leaving him.”
Source: Leopard's Wrath
“He wanted her more desperately than he’d ever wanted anything else in his life. She was his goal now – a new purpose guiding him toward a better future than he’d thought possible.”
Source: Mr. West and the Widow
“He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything in his entire long life…”
Source: Chosen Mate
“He wanted her more than he'd wanted anything. And he knew that if - when? - he had her - gods, he couldn't think about being inside her without his body lurching to attention - he'd unleash the hunger that had slumbered in him for so long. She awoke all of it with an insistent ferocity that thrilled him with the anticipation of how he could please her. How he could tell her with his body everything he couldn't say out loud without making this impossible situation harder. She was the person he'd never expected to find. Not after centuries. Not after losing family so long ago that any kind of closeness with another had grown near impossible.
'Mo ghrá,' he murmured against her temple as she fell asleep.”
Source: The Temptation of Magic
“He wanted her more than he wanted his next breath.”
Source: Luck of the Draw
“He wanted her scent invading his home, his sheets, his bed.”
Source: Claiming His Mate
“He wanted her. Sweet Jesus, he wanted her. But he had realized in that very moment that he wanted her whole even more.”
Source: Little Conversations
“He wanted her.
The girl stood speechless before him, and Drake decided to have pity on her. She had, after all, saved his life. She was the one. His light. He recognized her in a way that was deeper even than her voice.
"I beg your pardon. I haven't much to be happy about at present, but that has nothing to do with you." He smiled at her again and saw the light in her eyes change. She was so easy to read, so vulnerable and innocent. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen such open sweetness. "You have brought me back from the darkness, and for that I am forever in your debt. So come, tell me your name."
Her hands hung, loosely clasped together, against the front of a plain dress, but her face- dear heaven, her face- was lavish extravagance and no amount of plain attire could detract from it.”
Source: The Duchess and the Dragon
“He wanted her to experience all the glorious cheese of life.”
“He wanted her to look at him, just once, and know him the way she had before. It was cruel of him to want her to want him again. If she remembered, it would only hurt her more. He was still haunted by the last time he’d seen her with her memories. It had been right outside the Valory. Hours before, he’d felt her die in his arms. Evangeline had no idea what had happened, no clue that Jacks had already used the stones to turn back time for her. She was trying to talk him out of using them to go back to Donatella. She’d asked him to come with her instead. After everything, she’d still wanted him. Jacks had so badly wanted to tell her that he couldn’t even remember what Donatella looked like, that Evangeline’s face was the only one he saw whenever he closed his eyes, that he would go with her anywhere…if he could. But he couldn’t see her die again. His first fox had believed in him, and she had died, just like Evangeline would. There was only on way their story ended, and it wasn’t happy. Her hope might have been powerful, but it wasn’t magic. It wasn’t enough. It was better to hurt her, better to break her heart, to do whatever he needed to do, to keep her alive and to keep her away from him. That hadn’t changed. But today, Jacks was failing at letting her go. He wanted to keep her pressed to the floor beneath him. He would have set the world on fire and then let it all burn just to keep holding her like this.”
Source: A Curse for True Love
“He wanted her to want him. To need him as he needed her. And if God never saw fit to grant them a child, for him to be enough for her without one.”
Source: Once Upon a Plaid
“He wanted her. He knew where to find her. He waited. It amused him to wait, because he knew that the waiting was unbearable to her. He knew that his absence bound her to him in a manner more complete and humiliating than his presence could enforce. He was giving her time to attempt an escape, in order to let her know her own helplessness when he chose to see her again.”
Source: The Fountainhead
“He wanted his articles to be, not infinite exactly, but big enough to suggest infinitude.”
Source: City on Fire
“He wanted his Leopard to keep up the strange behavior. He sensed that this woman, in some way, calmed the dangerous predator in him, and having that respite, if only for a few moments, after a lifetime of sheer hell, was a miracle.”
Source: Leopard's Wrath
“He wanted his little slice of happiness so much that he sacrificed the whole pig for a slice of ham.”
Source: The Adoption
“He wanted his old life back instead of this new hell on earth that he had created for himself.”
“He wanted it because it was a ring of power, and if you slipped that ring on your finger, you were invisible; only in the full sunlight could you be seen, and then only by your shadow, and that would be shaky and faint.”
Source: The Hobbit, or There and Back Again
“He wanted Jack's clawlike fingers back on the nape of his neck. He wanted it to hurt so he could still feel it later. He wanted it so bad he could hardly breathe.”
Source: The Wicker King
“He wanted Jo for his heroine, and called upon his memory to supply him with tender recollections and romantic visions of his love. But memory turned traitor, and as if possessed by the perverse spirit of the girl, would only recall Jo's oddities, faults, and freaks, would only show her in the most unsentimental aspects – beating mats
with her head tied up in a bandana, barricading herself with the sofa pillow, or throwing cold water over his passion a la Gummidge – and an irresistable laugh spoiled the pensive picture he was endeavoring to paint. Jo wouldn't be put into the opera at any price, and he had to give her up with a 'Bless that girl, what a torment she is!' (...)”
Source: Little Women
“He wanted me, ME to marry the cherished sister of the unhinged boss of the Bratva. I didn’t want my boss knowing what I did in bed and I sure as fuck didn’t want Simon Nemov knowing what I did to his sister in bed.”
Source: Dark Atonement
“He wanted me to come home--to come home, as he said, and settle down, and whenever he said that I thought of the sediment at the bottom of a stagnant pond.”
“he wanted me to feel
jealousy towards her, but i didn't,
i just felt compassion for her…
i too had once known the devastating
lack of self-love required to be with him”
“He wanted me to join him, but I couldn't. I thought I could help him, but he only wanted me to become like him."
Rey's face fell, and Leia could see the pain etched there. The girl cared about Ben, and he had disappointed her. "Ben has made his choices," Leia said. "No one can save Ben but himself. And I don't know if that is what he wants.”
Source: Resistance Reborn
“He wanted me to know he thought I was getting away with something wrong. I thought about the time Billy was sick and said he wanted strawberries. How Paul asked him, "Do you want them cold or room temperature? Cooked down or raw? Narrow it down, because whatever you want, I'll get it for you." Anything Billy wanted, Paul got, whatever it took. And this pathetic excuse of a man had no idea what that kind of devotion meant, and he didn't deserve an answer. The denial of real love-- *that* was the perversion.”
Source: All the Young Men: A Memoir of Love, AIDS, and Chosen Family in the American South
“He wanted me to learn to stand on my own feet, and to make it impossible for me to thank him.”
“He wanted memories that were so good, he could only replace them with even better memories, until his mind was just a stockpile of evidence that proved a simple fact: no place in the world could be better than where he was.”
Source: Kit & Basie
“He wanted more, as did I, but we still had a ways to go. I wasn’t a tease and my demands seemed pretty reasonable: always be honest and try not to eat me.
~ Sam, Living Violet”
“He wanted more. Much more. He wanted Miss Fionna Hawkes beneath him, around him, above him, her slim, naked limbs twined with his. He ached with the need to feel himself rooted deep and hard, all the way to her womb.”
Source: The Seduction Of An Unknown Lady
“He wanted nothing more than to bury his nose in her armpits and pubis, inhaling those earthy odors cached in her peculiarly scant body hair, but he couldn’t do that. He had to keep his distance. He could smell their alluring aroma, even from the other side of the wall.”
Source: Inheritance
“He wanted nothing more than to reignite the flame between them. To strike the match and burn for her, and with her, until they were both nothing but a pile of hot coals. His hands literally itched to reach out and grab her the way a man is allowed to grab a woman that's his.”
Source: The Will to Try
“He wanted nothing, for the time being, except to understand .... Without advice, assistance or plan, he began reading an incongruous assortment of books; he would find some passage which he could not understand in one book, and he would get another on that subject .... There was no order in his reading; but there was order in what remained of it in his mind.”
“He wanted pain, I saw that in him, and what a man wants he will often manage to find.”
Source: The Dovekeepers: A Novel
“He wanted paper and something to write with, some way to sustain a thought, to place it in the world.”
Source: Mao II
“he wanted people to like his mind again-after awhile it might be such a nice place in which to live.”
Source: The Complete Works of F. Scott Fitzgerald: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Articles, Letters, Plays & Screenplays: From the author of The Great Gatsby, The Side of Paradise, Tender Is the Night, The Beautiful and Damned, The Love of the Last Tycoon, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and many other notable works
“He wanted pure compliments, just as he wanted unconditional love.”
Source: The Line of Beauty: Picador Classic
“He wanted Shylah to see past his physical appearance to 'him'. He needed her to care who he was.”
Source: Toxic Game
“He wanted, so desperately it lived as an itch beneath his skin, the very itch that drove him to unscrew time and again the metal tops of his various toxic bottles, he wanted to be relieved of the pointless, grueling busywork that consumed his days, had consumed them for decades, that had stolen his best years - so many airplane flights, so many hotel rooms, so many meetings...”
Source: This Strange Eventful History
“He wanted something agreeable, something sweeter around the edges, but I was never very good at sweet.”
Source: The Chosen and the Beautiful
“He wanted terribly, to say, Stop, to say Bern’s name, to stroke her soft cheek where it was bitten by the light. But, in the end, he didn’t do anything at all.”
Source: Delicate Edible Birds and Other Stories
“He wanted that again, that feeling of standing with her against all odds and succeeding. He wanted it so bad, he was going to risk destroying everything he and his father had worked for.”
“He wanted the one woman he couldn't have. The one female who had grown immune to his good looks and his bad-boy charm. The only one he felt, he had ever connected with on a deeper level.”
Source: The Will to Try
“He wanted the songs, the stories, to save everybody.”
Source: Reservation Blues: A Novel
“He wanted the teahouse to blend in with nature and become more of a backdrop for the tea ceremony, so he helped influence its redesign. Over time, the teahouse became a simple hut set in a garden with mud and plaster walls, a thatched roof, a bamboo lattice ceiling, tatami floors, and small paper-covered windows. It became a refuge in the city meant to echo a mountain retreat, where samurai from warring clans, lowly merchants, and even the emperor could come together on equal footing and focus on nothing more than the sensory pleasures of the tea ceremony, such as the gentle bubbling of the tea water on the brazier, the seasonal flower arrangement in the alcove, and the smell of the particular incense chosen to represent the time of year.”
Source: Untangling My Chopsticks: A Culinary Sojourn in Kyoto
“He wanted this someone to see how much he hurt.”
Source: The Corrections: A Novel