H Quotes
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“He was still experimenting with kissing girls even though he said he'd rather be kissing boys. That's exactly what he said. I didn't know exactly what to think about that, but Dante was going to be Dante and it I was going to be his friend, I would just have to learn to be okay with it.”
Source: Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
“He was still frowning at the cake, looking at it as if he expected it to sprout dozens of legs and begin scuttling toward him, thin-lipped, teeth bared.”
Source: The Fever Series 7-Book Bundle: Darkfever, Bloodfever, Faefever, Dreamfever, Shadowfever, Iced, Burned
“He was still fully clothed, and she was naked, vulnerable. His eyes traveled slowly down the length of her, not missing a detail. He would see the abundance of her curves, the heart-shaped birthmark beneath her left breast, the scar on her hip from the time she'd fallen out of a tree. He would see what no man had ever seen before, her breasts, her belly, her...
The silence built and grew. She'd shut her eyes tightly, momentarily embarrassed out of the sensual lassitude he'd instilled in her. But finally she could stand it no longer, and she opened her eyes once more, to glance up at him, trying to gauge his reaction.
For the moment there was no telling. His eyes were hooded as he stared down at her, and she was suddenly terrified that she was being judged by a connoisseur and found wanting. No wonder he hadn't taken her to his bed. It had been no great battle to preserve her innocence. Indeed, the battle had been to lose it.
And then he leaned forward, and the mask was gone from his eyes, his face, if just for the moment, and the longing was back. "A true redhead," he murmured. "My love, you're magnificent.”
Source: To Love a Dark Lord
“He was still immersed in the dim, wet wonder of the folded wings that might open if someone loved him; he still hoped, probably, in a butterfly's unthinking way, for spring and warmth. How the wings ache, folded so, waiting; that is, they ache until they atrophy.”
Source: First Love and Other Sorrows: Stories
“He was still in love with you, anyway.”
“He was still lying to her, it was a compulsion he couldn't escape from but there was no other way.”
Source: Easter at the Lakes
“he was still my romantic hero and I was still his living dream”
Source: The Complete Elizabeth Gilbert: Eat, Pray, Love; Committed; The Last American Man; Stern Men & Pilgrims
“He was still seen as weird.
If he was noticed at all.
[...]
Flipping through the book, reading page after page of spirits with names like djinn and stafie, he realized he wasn't the only one who didn't feel seen. That the world was filled with entities who were here but invisible, present but ignored.
[...]
She wouldn't understand that he sees ghosts as, no pun intended, kindred spirits. That when he opens The Giant Book and sees illustrations of all these scary, fantastical, misunderstood spirits, it feels like they could be the friends he lacks.”
Source: Middle of the Night
“He was still so very young. Faeries—true faeries, not their changeling throwaways—live forever, and when you have an eternity of adulthood ahead of you, you linger over childhood. You tend it and keep it close to your heart, because once it ends, it’s over. Quentin was barely fifteen. He’d never seen the Great Hunt that came down every twenty-one years, or been present for the crowning of a King or Queen of Cats, or announced his maturity before the throne of High King Aethlin. He was a child, and he should have had decades left to play; a century of games and joy and edging cautiously toward adulthood.
But he didn’t. I could see his childhood dying in his eyes as he looked at me, silently begging me to answer for him.”
Source: An Artificial Night
“He was still stroking the inside of her wrist, his touch doing odd delicious things to her skin and nerves.”
Source: The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Angel; Clockwork Prince; Clockwork Princess
“He was still there. He didn’t know where to go. He didn’t have any place to go. In the whole world there was no place to go but this.”
Source: Rendezvous in Black
“He was still thoughtful. 'Do you think any of us ever really knows anyone?'
'Philosophy, Lord Dryden? And yet it's daylight and everyone is still sober.”
Source: How the Marquess Was Won
“He was still too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.”
“He was still wearing the khaki pants, his more formal shirt now unbuttoned and a little askew, the sleeves rolled up just past his elbows. His dark hair hung over one eye, but I could see his gaze sweeping over me, taking me in. At least this time I wasn't wearing coffee-stained pajama pants. I'd put on what was essentially my uniform that morning--- black leggings, black T-shirt, my long hair in a messy bun, and winged eyeliner because fuck it why not.”
Source: Love in the Time of Serial Killers
“He was stocky and tall, with a clean-shaven jaw and blondish-red hair. He removed his mask to reveal an attractive but battered face, with a crooked nose and a lopsided smile. There was a healthy dose of cockney in his accent. He pronounced the "v" in "very" as if it were a "w"- just as Derek Craven did in his occasional lapses. Although there was something secretive and guileful in his light blue eyes, his grin was so winning that Sara decided she had nothing to fear from him. Another cockney in well-tailored clothes, she mused.”
Source: Dreaming of You
“He was stone, hard and strong and unmoving. He was the wind, which rages and howls and blows this way and that.”
Source: The World of Ice & Fire: The Untold History of Westeros and the Game of Thrones
“He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer.”
“He was strict and hard and had perfectly clear and definite ideas about duty, where the others were concerned. For oneself one can always find circumstances that alter cases”
“He was strong. And his heart, it was breaking.”
Source: Nalini Singh: The Psy-Changeling Series
“He was stronger than this sickness, stronger than the pull of the water.”
Source: Crooked Kingdom
“He was struck by the details of the moment. This was something he needed to remember, when he dreamt. This feeling right here: heart thudding, pollen sticky on his fingertips, July pricking sweat at his breastbone, the smell of gasoline and someone else's charcoal grill.”
Source: The Dream Thieves (The Raven Cycle, Book 2)
“He was struck dumb at the words though he should not be surprised; his wife kept him in a perpetual state of speechlessness.”
“He was stunning,incredible,unlike anything she had ever seen before.Around her,the crowd noise dissipated to a dull hum,but she barely noticed.Her gaze was slowly traveling the length of him,taking in his predatory stance and powerful muscle and tanned skin.”
Source: Raphael/Parish
“He was stupid, yes; he had never had any schooling; he didn't know how to explain himself. Was he in jail because he doesn't know how to explain things right? What was wrong with his being stupid? He worked like a slave, day in and day out. [...] Was it his fault he was stupid? Who was to blame?”
Source: Vidas Secas
“He was such a bad writer, they revoked his poetic license.”
“He was such a beautiful baby, and so placid. Then he grew up. It was an unfortunate development.”
Source: Visible Friend
“He was such a fabulous drama coach. What better person to have than Alfred Hitchcock? His work as a director was impeccable. I learned so much.”
“He was such a good man that people hated to see him coming.”
“He was such a mixture, tough as nails and lethal, but with her, unfailingly a gentleman, tender and sweet, looking out for her so carefully.”
Source: Toxic Game
“He was suddenly uneasy, as if he'd just begun to think about me, the kind of person I might be, the way that I might think.”
Source: In the Cut
“He was suffering from self-love, a chief cure for which is the practice of love for others.”
Source: The Power of Positive Thinking
“He was suffering from the loss of an illusion.”
Source: Scaramouche Plus Bardelys the Magnificent
“He was sunny days and sunshine and rainbows, and I was the rain. Rainy days and cloudy skies and lightning.
He was the sun; beaming and substantially bright, and warmth, as we knew, encompassed him. And I was the rain; my anger could be defined as stormy, and I was a walking rain cloud, full of gloom. My mind was always cloudy, and I found myself always crying and teary-eyed, which was, in my life, symbolizing the rain free-falling from the sky and into my heart. My heart was frozen, and it was so, so cold; as cold as the chilly air. Oh, God. I was the rain.”
Source: Counting Stars
“He was sunshine most always-I mean he made it seem like good weather.”
Source: Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
“He was supposed to be proficient at hiding his emotions. But in the case of Ivy, apparently the only one he’d hidden his feelings from was himself.”
Source: Falling for the Cowgirl
“He was supposed to be the first man to tell her that she was beautiful and help her determine who she was before anyone had the opportunity to label her. She was supposed to be his “little girl”.”
Source: The Reaper's Daughter
“He was supposed to be the one I loved forever. But he never saw the tears stream down my face. Never knew the hurt and humiliation and anguish. He just disappeared into the night,”
Source: Only for Her
“He was supposed to break her heart.
She wasn't supposed to break his.”
Source: Legendary
“He was supposed to come, that was the nature of their dance. She did not want him there, has never wanted it, but she expected it, he has made her expect it. Has given her a single threshold on which to balance, a narrow precipice of hope, because he is a hated thing, but a hated thing is still something. The only thing she has.”
“He was sure, billions of of lire in art works : The Cezanne that stood to the left of the door opposite him might be worth that just by itself.”
Source: Brunetti's Venice: Walks with the City's Best-Loved Detective
“He was sure: no one had ever caused her to feel that before. It felt like playing with fire.”
Source: Two Months and Three Days
“He was sure people detested accountants; they were boring. In fact, he had put down his profession as an airline pilot on the form he had filled in for a dating agency. As an airline pilot you could be away just the right amount of time, when you needed a break from your love life, without facing awkward questions from her when you got back.”
Source: Get Rich or Get Lucky
“He was sure that he was not the cause of the abrupt silence. His passage through the canyon had not previously disturbed either birds or cicadas. Something was out there. An intruder of which the ordinary forest creatures clearly did not approve. He took a deep breath and held it again, straining to hear the slightest movement in the woods. This time he detected the rustle of brush, a snapping twig, the soft crunch of dry leaves-and the unnervingly peculiar, heavy, ragged breathing of something big.”
“He was surprised to find how much he missed writing to her. For so many months, she'd been the person on the other end of all his musings, and now she was gone and his thoughts were left buzzing around inside his head like frantic fireflies in a jar. He hadn't realized how much it could mean, having someone to talk to like that; he hadn't realized that it could be a kind of lifeline, and that without it, there would be nobody to save you if you started to drown.”
Source: This Is What Happy Looks Like
“He was surrounded and they were hungry for what few brain cells he had left. But you know what? He wasn't about to give in or give up. If he was going out, it would be the way he had come into this world. Fighting for every single breath.”
Source: Chronicles of Nick
“He was surrounded by love, and he used that power to create.”
Source: Poet Anderson ...of Nightmares
“He was surrounded by people who loved him, yet he had never felt lonelier.”
Source: Liam Takes Manhattan
“He was swept with a sadness, a sadness deep and penetrating, leaving him desolate like someone washed up on a beach, a lone survivor in a world full of strangers.”
“He was swimming in a sea of other people’s expectations. Men had drowned in seas like that.”
Source: New Spring: The Novel
“He was swishing his hand absently through the rushing water, looking as pleased as a cat in a sunbeam. His beauty seemed to me to have assumed an even more ethereal quality since we'd stepped through the door--- was it my imagination? His hair was like dark gold lit by firelight.”
Source: Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales