H Quotes
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“He went up to heaven, located his dog. Not only that, but he rejoined his arm.”
“He went up to his room and sat down at the desk to write the hardest note he'd even written in his life. He tore up four attempts before he was happy with what he'd written. It was short and to the point.
" You mean everything to me.”
Source: Wisdoms of the Light
“He went up to his room and sat down at the desk to write the hardest note he’d ever written in his life. He tore up four attempts before he was happy with what he’d written. It was short and to the point.
“You mean everything to me.”
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Source: Wisdoms of the Light
“He went, ever on the move, with the slow, shuffling step of wandering beggars who are nowhere at home.”
Source: The Path of Life
“He wept because he was afraid now that he could not save Gabriel. He no longer cared about himself”
Source: The Giver
“He wept bitter tears over the death of his enemy. It was his enemy, after all, who knew him best and kept him up at night.”
“He wept for hours as the terrible anguish of countless deaths soaked through him. He hated it as he had hated nothing in his life before. Hated what was done. Hated the blind stupidity of the imperialists. Hated the Silfen for standing by and doing nothing. Hated the waste of so much life, so much promise. Hated knowing what a better universe it could have been if only the quiet simple aliens whose world this once was had survived and finally met the gaudy flawed human race as the Commonwealth expanded. Hated that such a meeting of unalike minds would never happen.”
Source: Pandora's Star
“He wept for the hours he would spend with one he loved less than she, and he wept for the hours she might spend with someone who loved her less than he. Would that these tears that blinded his eyes might cause her eyes to see.”
“He wept, and it felt as if the tears were cleansing him, as if his body needed to empty itself.”
Source: The Giver Quartet
“He were found drowned. He were coming home very hopeless o' aught on earth. He thought God could na be harder than men; mappen not so hard; mappen as tender as a mother; mappen tenderer. I'm not saying he did right, and I'm not saying he didn't wrong. All I say is, may neither me nor mine ever have his sore heart, or we may do like things.”
Source: North and South
“He wet a paper towel, and took my chin, lifting and wiping my face.
"Derek? I'm not hurt."
"You're covered in blood."
"But it's not mine. Honest. It's from—"
"The werewolf. I know." He picked up my hand and started cleaning it. "That's why I have to get it off."
"Derek?" I leaned down, trying to see his face. "Are you okay?"
He kept scrubbing. "There are two ways to become a werewolf. Either you're born or you get bitten by one. If you get saliva in your bloodstream, it's like a virus."
"Blood, too?"
"Dad says no, it's just saliva. But he could be wrong, and you've got cuts and scrapes and blood all over."
I had a few cuts and scrapes, and I was only flecked with blood, but I kept my mouth shut and let him clean.
As he did, I tried to check out how badly he was hurt. His scraped cheeks were pitted with gravel. His nose was bloodied. Broken? One eye was already darkening. Was that blood in the corner? His lip was cut and swollen. Were any teeth loose? MIssing?
"Stop fidgeting, Chloe."
I couldn't help it. His injuries obviously needed more attention than mine, but here was no sense saying anything until he was done.
Finally, when he seemed to have scrubbed off every fleck of blood—and a few layers of skin—I said, "Okay, now on to you."
"Take off your jacket and sweatshirt."
"Derek, I'm clean. Trust me, I've never been this clean."
"You've got blood on your cuffs."
***
"Okay, now can we take care of the guy that was actually in the fight? There's a lot of blood. It seems to be mostly from your nose."
"It is."
"You got hit in the chest a few times. How are your ribs?"
"Maybe bruised. Nothing critical."
"Shirt off."
He sighed, like now I was the one fussing too much”
Source: The Awakening
“He whines, he complains, he ducks out of the most obvious responsibility. He is vain, petty and maddening, but he doesn't ever quit.”
“He whipped out his sheet, then pulled it over himself and wrapped it tightly around his face like an old woman in a shawl. 'How do I look?' 'Like the ugliest shanky girl I’ve ever seen,' Minho responded. 'You better thank the gods above you were born a dude.' 'Thanks.”
Source: The Maze Runner Trilogy
“He whipped the chair around and actually split one of the things in half with the impact, spilling the spray of blood that was reflective, like mercury. John bellowed, "Anyone else want to donate blood to chair-ity?" He ducked into the the door and bashed one monster right in the wig, screaming, "There's some dessert! With a chair-y on top!”
“He whirled her around under the stars, and somehow, it was perfect. She moved her feet at just the right time, and despite having never been much of a dancer, with Edouard it just… worked.”
Source: The City of Love
“He whirled in the water and grinned at me. Damn, he was a handsome bastard. I realized he was half-naked. Blue swirls of tattoos painted his chest. When God made that chest, he did to tempt women.”
Source: Magic Burns
“He whirled round and round in his rapid love; it pricked him on the breastbone like a needle. He wanted to be shut up in a small space to think about it. He wanted to grab it and eat it like an apple so that nobody else could have it.”
Source: The Mountain Lion
“He whispered as he kissed down her neck. “I would love nothing more than to take you right here on the counter, Fire Angel, but if I’m late to meet with your grandmothers, they might just decide to throw my ass on a funeral pyre and I wouldn’t be back for three days.”
Source: Redemption
“He whispered in his damaged voice: Tú eres de dos mundos. He was wrong, of course. You can only belong to one world at a time.”
“He whispered into my hair, “It was worth it.”
“He whispered: ‘Is is this? Is this possible? I’ll put a marvel to you. That your cousin has always hoped. That from the very first moment we met, she hoped, far down in her mind, that we should be like this — of course, very far down. That she fought us on the surface, and yet she hoped. I can’t explain her any other way. Can you? Look how she kept me alive in you all the summer; how she gave you no peace; how month after month, she became more eccentric and unreliable. The sight of us haunted her — or she couldn’t have described us as she did to her friend. There are details — it burned. I read the books afterwards. She is not frozen, Lucy, she is not withered up all through. She tore us apart twice, but in the rectory that evening she was given one more chance to make us happy. We can never make friends with her or thank her. But I do believe that, far down in her heart, far below all speech and behaviour, she is glad.”
Source: A Room with a View
“He whispered: ‘Is it this? Is this possible? I’ll put a marvel to you. That your cousin has always hoped. That from the very first moment we met, she hoped, far down in her mind, that we should be like this — of course, very far down. That she fought us on the surface, and yet she hoped. I can’t explain her any other way. Can you? Look how she kept me alive in you all the summer; how she gave you no peace; how month after month, she became more eccentric and unreliable. The sight of us haunted her — or she couldn’t have described us as she did to her friend. There are details — it burned. I read the books afterwards. She is not frozen, Lucy, she is not withered up all through. She tore us apart twice, but in the rectory that evening she was given one more chance to make us happy. We can never make friends with her or thank her. But I do believe that, far down in her heart, far below all speech and behaviour, she is glad.”
Source: A Room with a View
“He whispered, "My Firecracker...”
Source: Wondrous Strange
“He whispered words in a language she didn't understand, his lips brushing her ear.
"What does that mean?" Astra asked.
" 'The Christmas lights rose higher and higher, till they looked to her like the stars in the sky.' "
Astra's heart twisted.
" 'The Little Matchgirl.' One of my favorites, but it's so sad."
Jack pulled her tighter.
"I've always thought of it as hopeful. We leave one place to go to another with those we love. They're always waiting when we need them most," Jack said.”
Source: Once Upon a December
“he whistle means he is far away. The silence means he is close.”
Source: Ecos del Miedo / Echoes of Fear: Horror Stories from the Heart of Latin America
“He who abhors and shuns the light of the Sun,He who refuses to behold with respect the living creation of God,He who leads the good to wickedness,He who makes the meadows waterless and the pastures desolate,He who lets fly his weapon against the innocent,An enemy of my faith, a destroyer of Thy principles is he, O Lord!”
“He who abstains from anything animate ... will be much more careful not to injure those of his own species. For he who loves the genus will not hate any species of animals.”
Source: Select works of Porphyry; containing his four books On Abstinence from Animal Food; his treatise on the Homeric Cave of the Nymphs; and his Auxiliaries to the Perception of Intelligible Natures. Translated from the Greek by T. Taylor; with an appendix, explaining the allegory of the Wanderings of Ulysses, by the translator
“He who accepts his poverty unhurt I'd say is rich although he lacked a shirt. But truly poor are they who whine and fret and covet what they cannot hope to get.”
Source: The Canterbury tales
“He who accepts life for what it is and never allows himself to be overwhelmed by it does not need to seek refuge for his crushed self-confidence in the solace of a 'saving lie'. If the longed-for success is not forthcoming, if the vicissitudes of fate destroy in the twinkling of an eye what had to be painstakingly built up by years of hard work, then he simply multiplies his exertions. He can look disaster in the eye without despairing.”
Source: The free and prosperous commonwealth: an exposition of the ideas of classical liberalism
“He who accepts the unaltered philosophy of another is as ludicrous as he who donshis neighbor's hat, and infinitely more ridiculous.”
“He who accounts all things easy will have many difficulties.”
Source: The Simple Way
“He who accuses another of being an evil person says so because he is afraid of him.”
“He who accuses another of wrong should look well into his own conduct.”
“He who achieves power by violence does not truly become lord or master.”
“He who acknowledges a kindness has it still, and he who has a grateful sense of it has requited it.”
“He who acts against the cosmic order also acts against himself, because he is within and affected by that same order.”
“He who acts like sheep shall be a scapegoat.”
“He who acts under an emotional impulse also acts. What distinguishes an emotional action from other actions is the valuation of input and output. Emotions disarrange valuations. Inflamed with passion, man sees the goal as more desirable and the price he has to pay for it as less burdensome than he would in cool deliberation.”
Source: Human Action
“He who acts, spoils; he who grasps, lets slip.”
“He who advances without seeking fame,
Who retreats without escaping blame,
He whose one aim is to protect his people and serve his lord,
The man is a jewel of the Realm”
Source: The Art of War
“He who advances
Without seeking
Fame,
Who retreats
Without escaping
Blame,
He whose one aim is
To protect his people
And serve his lord,
This man is
A Jewel of the Realm.”
Source: Art of War
“He who advises a sick man, whose manner of life is prejudicial to health, is clearly bound first of all to change his patient's manner of life.”
Source: The Plato Collection [47 Books]
“He who affirms that Christianity makes men miserable, is himself an utter stranger to it.”
Source: Morning and Evening
“He who allows himself to be arrested for a crime he did not commit will be expelled from the party, but if he resists and comes to us on a stretcher, he is a hero.”
Source: Mallam Aminu Kano: a political phenomenon
“He who allows himself to be insulted deserves to be so; and insolence, if unpunished, increases!
[Lat., Qui se laisse outrager, merite qu'on l'outrage
Et l'audace impunie enfle trop un courage.]”
“He who allows himself to be insulted deserves to be.”
“He who allows me to rule is in fact my master”
“He who allows oppression shares the crime.”
“He who always acts under obedience may be assured that he will not have to give an account of his actions to God.”
Source: The Maxims and Sayings of St Philip Neri
“He who always prefaces his tale with laughter, is poised between impertinence and folly.”