H Quotes
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“He was like a shattered stained-glass window: something beautiful that's broken; a million colours fallen on the ground where no light can get through.”
Source: A Small Free Kiss in the Dark
“He was like a shooting star you tried to catch with your hands. She would only get burned.”
Source: Lost In Time: Number 6 in series
“He was like a song I'd heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since.”
“He was like a sponge, erasing the past, soaking up the future.”
“He was like all boys: beautiful and callow, and like an insect he couldn't sit still.”
Source: The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
“He was like an autumn without leaves, he was unreal!”
“He was like an idiot beyond saving, angrily reminding himself he could never again make the same mistake while continuing to hang himself again and again on the same tree.”
Source: Remnants of Filth: Yuwu (Novel) Vol. 2
“He was like an undead boomerang. A zomberang.”
Source: Magic at the Gate: An Allie Beckstrom Novel
“He was like chocolate-covered heroin, and I was an addict through and through.”
Source: Second Grave on the Left
“He was like her favorite type of candy, she realized, a bit sour at first but all sweetness in the long run. Admittedly . . . that tartness was part of the allure all along.”
Source: Their Friend Scarlet
“He was like me - a kindred spirit crazy enough to keep on trying.”
Source: Kindred
“He was like one of those pictures full of small errors, the kind you could only pick out by searching the image from every angle, and even then, a few always slipped by. On the surface, Eli seemed perfectly normal, but now and then Victor would catch a crack, a sideways glance, a moment when his roommate's face and his words, his look and his meaning, would not line up. Those fleeting slices fascinated Victor. It was like watching two people, one hiding in the other's skin. And their skin was always too dry, on the verge of cracking and showing the color of the thing beneath.”
Source: Vicious
“He was like one who had half fainted, and could neither recover nor complete the swoon.”
Source: The Mayor of Casterbridge
“He was, like so many of the men made large by history, rather mediocre in the flesh, the fine tailoring highlighting rather than hiding his physical shortcomings. […] A man made more for grand dinners than seafaring.”
Source: How to Stop Time
“He was like some wild, untamed creature that you could keep and feed for a time, but in the end you knew you'd have to let it go for its own sake as well as yours.”
Source: Night Pleasures/Night Embrace
“He was like someone sleeping who woke suddenly and found the world...all the beauty of it, and the sadness too. The hunger and the thirst. Everything he had never thought about or known was there before him, and magnified into one person who by chance, or fate--call it what you will--happened to be me.”
“He was like Superman, but with fangs and oddly impaired morals.”
Source: River Marked
“He was like the first ray of dawn in the polar darkness of night reflecting a moment I desired to capture deep in my body.”
Source: Hang My Heart on the Shadows of Light: A Novel
“He was like the other half of myself,' says Boris...Ulrich says, 'You haven't lost {him}, you know. I don't know if it helps to say that. I lost a friend once myself, and I know how it goes.
'He'll find his way inside you, and you'll carry him onward. Behind your heartbeat, you'll hear another one, faint and out of step. People will say you are speaking his opinons, or your hair has turned like his.
'There are no more facts about him -- that part is over. Now is the time for essential things...Gradually you'll grow older than him, and love him as your son.
'You'll live astride the line that separates life from death. You'll become experienced in the wisdom of grief. You won't wait until people die to grieve for them; you'll give them their grief while they are still alive, for then judgment falls away, and there remains only the miracle of being.”
Source: Solo
“He was likely part alien in origin, he had heard myths about shape-changing aliens, but it seemed it was a well-kept secret, and he needed to find out more”
Source: The Polymorph
“He was likely the only one who realized there was a will of iron under the porcelain.”
Source: Never Court a Count
“He was listening so I don't remember.”
“He was living in an age much more dangerous, more painful, much more on the edge than our own particular age.”
“He was looking at her from behind the smiling that wasn't smiling but was something you were not supposed to see beyond.”
Source: Absalom, Absalom!
“He was looking at her with amused suspicion. There was something between them, and even she had to acknowledge that a tame remark about the weather sounded perverse.”
“He was looking at me in a way that he never had before. Impatient. A little bored. As if I were not so smart after all.”
Source: In the Cut
“He was looking at me like I was a very nice thing of his that wasn't working quite like it should, like he'd found a defect, a defect that was extremely disappointing because he had spent a lot of time doing his research and believed he had gotten a thing that was guaranteed against these kinds of defects, and maybe there was some kind of glitch in the system and maybe he needed to have a professional assess the situation, give him an estimate.”
Source: Nobody Is Ever Missing
“He was looking at me, jsut as I'd thought he would be, but like Bert's, his light was not what I expected. No pity, no sadness: nothing had changed. I realized all the times I'd felt people stare at me, their faces had been pictures, abstracts. None of them were mirrors, able to reflect back the expression I thought one I wore, the feelings only I felt.”
“He was looking down at her, his eyes wide and hazy with pleasure. His, she found, was hers, and she let herself go where he was taking her, and they stayed where they were for quite some time, brave sailors voyaging in the little ship of her bed.”
Source: Rose Madder
“He was looking down at her with an expression that said he wanted to kiss her. And then he did, his hands framing her face as she leaned against the fridge. The kiss was sweet but quickly turned hotter as she fed into it, wanting this as much as he did. Her response escalated his, and before she knew it, he was rubbing her bare arms while she was running her hand over his gorgeous biceps.”
Source: Alpha Wolf Need Not Apply
“He was looking for immensity. His life was hopelessly small, everything surrounding him was nondescript and gray. And death is absolute; it is indivisible and indissoluble.
The presence of the girl was pathetic (a few caresses and a lot of meaningless words), but her absolute absence was infinitely grand; when he imagined a girl buried in a field, he suddenly discovered the nobility of pain and the grandeur of love.
But it was not only the absolute but also bliss he was looking for in his dreams of death.”
“He was looking for the Knight of Faith, the real prodigy. That real prodigy, having set its relations with the infinite, was entirely at home in the finite. Able to carry the jewel of faith, making the motions of the infinite, and as a result needing nothing but the finite and the usual. Whereas others sought the extraordinary in the world. Or wished to be what was gaped at.”
Source: Mr. Sammler's Planet
“He was looking forward eagerly to seeing her again. He had coped perfectly well on his own, of course, but it was very reassuring to have someone in your life who was always ready to fight for you, and he had missed that comforting feeling,”
Source: Pillars of the Earth: Part 1 of 3
“He was Lord of Nothing. Lord of Oath-Breakers. Lord of Liars.”
Source: Tower of Dawn
“He was losing her incrementally. It might be a few stray hairs listless on the pillow, or the crescents of bitten fingernails tossed behind the headboard, or a dark shape dissolving in soap. As a net is no more than holes tied together, they were bonded by what was no longer there." (ARC p. 63)”
“He was losing his faith in his workmanship. Little did he know, back then, that the worth of one's faith depended not on how solid and strong it was , but on how many times one would lose it and still be able to get it back.”
Source: The Architect's Apprentice
“He was lost. He knew it. He had neither the size nor the strength to defeat her, and she had him cornered. But he would fight. He was a warrior, the prince-son of the unicorns, and he meant to go down fighting. There would be no songs to mark his death; and none of his people would even know. But he had saved Korr and the others of the band. It was noon — they were safe out of the hills by now, and none of the rest of it mattered.”
Source: Birth of the Firebringer
“He was lost in his vanity and I in him, we both were crazy!”
Source: Just the Way I Feel
“He was lost in that: not being able to have anyone to say, “It’s not your fault, or that there’s nothing wrong in being like you are.” But that was the atmosphere he came up in that Trench Town environment where everybody is rough. He had to show them that although he didn’t know his father, at least he knew there was a God and he knew what he was feeling.
‘Bob had to put up with a lot of resistance. If he wasn’t that strong in himself he wouldn’t be what he became. He would be downtrodden and seen as another half-caste who would never make it.”
Source: Bob Marley: The Untold Story
“He was lovable the way a child is lovable, and he was capable of returning love with a childlike purity. If love is nevertheless excluded from his work, it's because he never quite felt that he deserved to receive it. He was a lifelong prisoner on the island of himself. What looked like gentle contours from a distance were in fact sheer cliffs. Sometimes only a little of him was crazy, sometimes nearly all of him, but, as an adult, he was never entirely not crazy. What he'd seen of his id while trying to escape his island prison by way of drugs and alcohol, only to find himself even more imprisoned by addiction, seems never to have ceased to be corrosive of his belief in his lovability. Even after he got clean, even decades after his late-adolescent suicide attempt, even after his slow and heroic construction of a life for himself, he felt undeserving. And this feeling was intertwined, ultimately to the point of indistinguishability, with the thought of suicide, which was the one sure way out of his imprisonment; surer than addiction, surer than fiction, and surer, finally, than love.”
“He was loved, but only as one among a group of other beloved things.”
“He was Lust incarnate, a creature of shadows and fire, prowling through the night like hunger given flesh.”
Source: Blood & Desire
“He was lying a hundred and fifty feet below the Earth, inside the loneliest mountain in France - as if in his own grave. Never in his life had he felt so secure, certainly not is his mother's belly. The world could go up in flames out there, but he would not even notice it here. He began to cry softly. He did not know who to thank for such good fortune... We are familiar with people who seek out solitude: penitents, failures, saints, or prophets... Grenouille's case was nothing of the sort. There was not the least notion of God in his head. He was not doing penance nor waiting for some supernatural inspiration. He had withdrawn solely for his own personal pleasure, only to be near to himself. No longer distracted by anything external, he basked in his own existence and found it splendid. He lay in his stony crypt like his own corpse, hardly breathing, his hearty hardly beating - and yet lived as intensively and dissolutely as ever a rake had lived in the wide world outside.”
“He was lying there on his death bed, and he asked for her as his last wish.
She came with tears in her eyes. He held her hand and said with a smile," I wish I died daily", And then a flat line.”
Source: The Papery Onions
“He was mad, and for that, we have reason to be glad. A truly savage irony, on which it is discomforting to dwell.”
Source: The Professor and the Madman: A Tale of Murder, Insanity and the Making of the Oxford English Dictionary
“He was mad and plenty brave.”
Source: To Have and Have Not
“He was made a prisoner in the Tower of London and stripped of his property. He remained imprisoned in the tower until 1646.”
Source: Makers of America: A Personal Family History
“He was made to mean something, to be someone, to move mountains, touch the moon, and explore the deep blue seas. But funny? Not funny. He was not made to be funny, but right then and there, right at that moment, he was funny.”
Source: Counting Stars
“He was magnificent; very clever with outstanding technique. He could pass the ball over five yards or fifty; he could see things to set up other people; he could shoot and he could score goals. If you gave me Paul Scholes and ten others, I would be happy. I would tell them to give him the ball and then we would have a good team.”
“He was making a brave attempt, but Jason could see the sadness lingering in his eyes. Something had happened to him... something to do with Calypso.”