H Quotes
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“He was assaulting the world by assaulting himself.”
Source: Choke: A Novel
“He was astonished at how calm he found he was. Fear of death had always energised him, making him move far more quickly than his body should have been capable of, accelerating his reactions and his thought process to a quite incredible level. This time, though, he only thought, Oh, and realised that he didn't really care all that much. He could feel his responsibilities, the love of others towards him, the unfulfilled possibilities; they were like a child's hand trying to pull him up, doing its best but simply not strong enough for the job. Above all, there was no blame. I tried to climb a wall, but I couldn't, and there it is.”
Source: Sharps
“He was astonishingly ugly, so much so that the prettiest boot-embroiderer of the day, Irma Boissy, was so revolted by his looks as to declare him to be impossible. But this in no way discouraged Grantaire, who gazed tenderly and fixedly at all women with an air of saying "If I chose", and strove to persuade his comrades that he was universally sought after.”
Source: Les Misérables
“He was astonishingly vain even by fair folk standards, which was like saying a pond is unusually wet, or a bear surprisingly hairy.”
Source: An Enchantment of Ravens
“He was astute enough to realise that ‘in a modern totalitarian system of government, there is no limit to the principle of state security, so that anyone who is in charge of it is bound to acquire almost unrestricted power.”
Source: The Killing of Reinhard Heydrich: The SS Butcher of Prague
“he was at a loss how it should come to pass, that the law, which was intended for every man’s preservation, should be any man’s ruin”
Source: Guiliver's Travels
“He was at a stage in life when pure emotions were becoming elusive.
He had ceased experiencing joy or sorrow in their pure luminosity: what he felt instead was a grey gradient, a cloying stickiness, a jumble of voices, the same experiences appearing good and bad by turns.”
Source: Fourteen Springs of Separation
“He was at a starting point which makes many a man's career a fine subject for betting, if there were any gentlemen given to that amusement who could appreciate the complicated probabilities of an arduous purpose. . . .”
Source: Middlemarch: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)
“He was at his own request and through his own complicity driven out of all his happinesses one after the other; and he had this sorrow, that after having lost Cosette wholly in one day, he was afterwards obliged to lose her again in detail.”
Source: The Works of Victor Hugo
“He was at least twenty pounds overweight, and was pushing for more. As a bachelor, he couldn't cook, and ended up having most of his meals in bars. Sometimes he even ate.”
Source: Faces: Death in San Francisco
“He was ... at peace with the world, for it is not in the praise of others that the true artist revels, but in the knowledge that he has satisfied himself.”
Source: Lucia Triumphant
“He was at the coffee machine, pouring himself a small shot of espresso.
“Yes, please,” I said.
“I didn’t offer you one.”
“Oh, I know – but I thought I might just help your manners along.”
Source: A Little Bit Witchy
“He was attentive but impersonal, and esteemed rather than loved.”
Source: The Message To The Planet
“He was attracted to this edge of unknowing, of hope and fear, he instinctively knew that surfing it was precondition for growth and transformation. And for feeling alive. Waking up and going out into the world not knowing what each day would hold, taking life as it comes, relinquishing any illusion of control. That's fresh, that's a good morning!”
Source: Transpose - a self-styled revolution
“He was attractive and he knew it, but he pretended he had no idea. Therefore he was both vain and disingenuous. Tall, or so he seemed to Jess, he looked Italian with his dark skin and dark eyes. Very old- again, from Jess's point of view- where anyone past thirty harked back to another era altogether. Despite his years, George had a powerful body, a broad chest, a face of light and shade, a glint of humor even in his frown. When he wasn't lobbing his sarcastic comments, he seemed scholarly and peaceful, like a Renaissance St. Jerome at work in his cave of books. All he needed was a skull on his desk and a lion at his sandaled feet. He wore T-shirts, jeans, rimless reading glasses, sometimes tweed jackets. He had the deep didactic voice of a man who had smoked for years and then suddenly quit and now hated smokers everywhere. He never watched television, and he never tired of telling people so. But the most pretentious thing about him was his long hair. With his chestnut locks of threaded gray, he was a fly caught in amber, the product and exemplar of a lost world.”
Source: The Cookbook Collector
“He was attractive. I knew that. And I knew that attractive people always got away with things.”
“He was awake; it seemed like a long time, all dressed, sitting deep in the armchair, small with a grey face. I stopped ast the room entrance in silence, swallowed my words, and thought that maybe he didn’t even go to sleep that night. His facial colour reminded me of a teacher, dying from cancer.
‘Grandpa, what’s wrong? What’s wrong with you? Mother is coming home, did you hear?’ I came closer and touched his hand. It was colder than usual, and the frost went down my back. ‘Do you hear me? What’s wrong with you?’ I asked, and he was silent.
Suddenly, I understood everything.”
(-- Angelika Regossi, “Love in Communism. A Young Woman’s Adult Story”. Chapter 5: University of Life)
“‘Let me tell you this way. In the academy, we were told to marry early, before we go on the first shift. My first shift starts in a few months in July. I shall be half a year under the water in the submarine, carrying nuclear weapons. They advise us to marry and to make children as soon as possible because who knows what will be on that shift. Also, I told you about the radiation. I know submariners’ who cannot make children because of the radiation on the ship,’ said Prohor.
‘How to explain to you, my girl? To make children, a man needs an erection but the radiation kills it. I am afraid until I reach the rank of admiral, I shall be impotent … unable to make children …,’ Prohor told sadly from his bed.”
(-- Angelika Regossi, “Love in Communism. A Young Woman’s Adult Story”. Chapter 6: Fiance from Submarine)
“So, it happened there; between the two biggest islands of two big enemies, Japan and the USSR.
‘Now I recall that Prohor praised that they can attack unexpectedly from a submarine, from under the water, with nuclear rockets.’ I was astonished that I knew all these things, which earlier had never interested me.”
(-- Angelika Regossi, “Love in Communism. A Young Woman’s Adult Story”. Chapter 7: Between Two Men)
“‘Do you remember what I told you before I died? You promised me to think big! My little star, if you think big, you will become big! Use my diamonds and the wall clock to become big! Dream big, Anfisa—and you will be more than just a wife to a man.
‘But remember, you have to take diamonds and the clock outside the USSR, where they value these things.’ I heard my grandfather’s voice live, close, but I didn’t see him.”
(-- Angelika Regossi, “Love in Communism. A Young Woman’s Adult Story”. Chapter 8: Earner Marriage No. 1)”
“He was aware of the shadow that had descended on
his heart, but he couldn’t say where it had come from or
why.”
Source: Martin Kacur - The Biography of an Idealist
“He was aware that darkness could take root in pristine gardens, and even good men could fall to shadow.”
Source: A Long Lost Fantasy
“He was aware that the way things really were was far different than most people believed. The world a wilder, more feral, more abnormal environment than ordinary civilians were able to accept. Ordinary civilians lived in a state of innocence, veiling their eyes against the truth. The world unveiled would scare them, destroy their moral certainties, lead to losses of nerve or retreats into religion or drink.”
Source: Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights
“He was awed at her touch and what the human heart is capable of feeling - such sadness, such shame, but such acceptance such joy, all at the same time.”
“He was awfully good at being aristocratic. Alexia, on the other hand, was only good at being autocratic. Not quite the same thing.”
Source: Timeless
“He was back once more to the starting point: he must find money. Arms traffickers didn’t give their wares for nothing and 'volunteers' did not join up on the strength of promissory notes.”
Source: The Roots of Heaven
“He was bad about the things that don't really matter and very good about the things that matter most.”
Source: Irishman Dies from Stubbornness: Unbelievable Truths Behind the Life That Launched the Viral Obituary of Christopher Clifford Connors
“He was bad with me too, but it was a little more random. If the phone rang and woke him up, he'd hit me, or if he had plans to go out but had to cancel for snow, he'd knock me around to burn off his anger. I was always looking for the secret code, the rules I could follow so he wouldn't freak out. That's how you keep yourself safe, you know? You pay attention to how the world works. But there was no secret code for him. It was like our actions were entirely detached from his reaction to us.”
Source: Beach Read
“He was bare chested and in good trim. I said that just looking at him I knew there would always be an England”
“He was beastly tired, but it was hard to stop. One more book, he had told himself, then I'll stop. One more folio, just one more. One more page, then I'll go up and rest and get a bite to eat. But there was always another page after that one, and another after that, and another book waiting underneath the pile. I'll just take a quick peek to see what this one is about, he'd think, and before he knew he would be halfway through it.”
Source: George R. R. Martin's A Game of Thrones 5-Book Boxed Set (Song of Ice and Fire Series): A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, and and A Dance with Dragons
“He was beautiful and cold, like winter…”
Source: Mountains Made of Glass
“He was beautiful. And he was smiling at me.”
Source: The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer
“He was beautiful and still is, we just couldn’t flow within the same constellation.”
“He
was beautiful. I know, it’s not the manliest way to describe a guy, but in
my head, it was the adjective I used most often and it fit him to a tee.”
Source: Thoughtless
“He was beautiful in a way that hurt me, but it was the sweetest pain I ever knew, better even than the scars I took on my naming day.”
Source: Outpost
“He was beautiful in the way that a breeze is beautiful—the kind of beauty you feel gratitude for.”
Source: How They Met, and Other Stories
“He was beautiful in the way things born to power often are… He rode a silver-grey stallion that looked like it had been bred from starlight and arrogance.
True love dies most beautifully in the mouths of poets and liars.
She was beautiful in the way teeth are beautiful right before they bite.
I am the scream behind the silence.
I am the ending that learned how to dance.”
Source: The Serpent's Dance : A Fable for the Girls Who Burned and Didn’t Apologise
“He was beautiful in ways that made him ugly to his family.”
Source: The Weight of Feathers
“He was beautiful. No, handsome. Crylonian people call men handsome and not beautiful, she corrected herself. The word was harsh - it felt like she should grab pieces that could contain him. She always disagreed. Beautiful was more ethereal. It reminded her of light and sun, something you couldn’t quite grasp or hold on to, nothing you could explain but just feel. He was like that. Beautiful.”
Source: In Unknown Ways
“He was beautiful. Not just in his skin, his face, or his body. Not just in the way he made me feel. He was beautiful into the very depths of his soul. He was all that was good and kind. Pure and free.”
Source: The Soulmate Theory
“He was beautiful.
The knight was beautiful, handsome when he smiled.
He didn’t want anyone to see it.
He didn’t want to acknowledge it himself.
But for a brief moment, I saw him. The real man inside of him, not the one tortured by secrets and pain.
And he was beautiful.”
Source: Salt to the Sea
“He was beautiful the way an angel is beautiful - timeless, perfect, remote.”
“He was beautiful, that was always affirmed, but his beauty was hard to fix or to see, for he was always glimmering, flickering, melting, mixing, he was the shape of a shapeless flame, he was the eddying thread of needle-shapes in the shapeless mass of the waterfall. He was the invisible wind that hurried the clouds in billows and ribbons. You could see a bare tree on the skyline bent by the wind, holding up twisted branches and bent twigs, and suddenly its formless form would resolve itself into that of the trickster.”
Source: Ragnarok: the End of the Gods
“He was becoming distanced from expectation, feelings, and fallible things. Fallible beings, to be clear.”
Source: Harp and the Lyre: Extraction
“He was becoming divided with himself. Was he a normal human being? More than that, a moral human being? A strong human being, able to control his own impulses?”
Source: The Vegetarian
“He was becoming quite worried for Mr. Darcy.
It seemed to Adam that once a man notices a woman’s eyes to be fine, and tries to eavesdrop on her conversations, and finds himself overly affected by her bad opinion of him, then such a man is on the path to something uncharted, whether he admits it to himself or not.”
Source: The Jane Austen Society
“He was becoming unstuck, he was sure of that - his bones were no longer wrapped in flesh but in clouds of dust, in hummingbirds, dragonflies, and luminous moths - but so perfect was his equilibrium that he felt no fear. He was vast, he was many, he was dynamic, he was eternal.”
Source: Jitterbug Perfume
“He was beginning to realize life with another was lived in moments. Heartbeats of time, and this was one of them. A perfect moment.”
Source: Dark Predator
“He was beginning to understand: You were treated special and, later, something horrible would be told to you.”
Source: The Lovely Bones: Picador Classic
“He was beginning to wonder whether the jigsaw was the correct metaphor for relationships between men and women after all. It didn't take into account of the sheer stubbornness of human beings, their determination to affix themselves to another even if they didn't fit.”
“He was being about as protective as a can-opener.”
Source: Gaudy Night
“He was beneath the waves, a creature crawling the ocean bottom.”
Source: Five Stories by Kunikida Doppo
“He was beside me then, his arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly. "I'm not crazy," I whispered. "I know." Believe it or not, that's the most romantic thing Zachary Goode ever told me. And I kind of loved him for it.”