H Quotes
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“her eyes are unfathomable to me, hostile, even, as if she had removed herself to a place where I cannot reach her - somewhere I cannot know.”
Source: To Die For
“Her eyes are wide and steady beneath the brim of her floppy cap. How far out of infancy do we lose this gaze, with its utter absence of expectation or prejudice? What is it like to simply see what is before you, without the skew of context?
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“Her eyes bled from venomous anger...
Her flower had been gruesomely deflowered...
Her life had slowly turned into a blunder...
There was no more thinking further....
She would rather become a Foetus murderer
Than end up a "hopeless" mother....
Of course, she found peace in the former
Until later years of emotional trauma
Oh, the foetus hunt was forever!
The only thing you should abort is the thought of aborting your baby. Stop the hate and violence against innocent children.”
“Her eyes bugged out. ‘I didn’t know Tyler Quirke could be so cheesy.’
He laughed. ‘I was going for sweet and romantic. But hey, if you’re not into hearts and flowers, I could stick to wildly inappropriate.”
Source: Winter's Thrall
“Her eyes burned, her muscles ached, but in some strange and secret place, she was happy to finally be doing something that wasn't just protecting herself, but protecting other people, too.”
Source: Glass Houses: The Morganville Vampires
“Her eyes burrow into my forehead like greedy grubs that want to feed off my private thoughts.”
Source: Open Heart
“Her eyes can ease the pain of the pains
for them and that's how I Love
without an end.”
Source: A LONG VERSE OF SORROW
“Her eyes caught him first thing. They were almost too big for her face. A very light brown, amber really, like a fine whiskey you spipped at night when you just wanted to lay it all down.”
Source: Leopard's Run
“her eyes closed against some
unimagined darkness, where she is buried in an ache
in which nothing makes
sense.”
Source: She Had Some Horses
“Her eyes fell upon her knives, which she had neatly laid on the counter for inventory. There was her boning knife, with a smooth molded handle which fit her hand perfectly; her bread knife, with its fluted edge; her butcher's knife, blade shaped like a scimitar; her versatile Chinese cleaver, which could mince, slice, bone, flatten, chop, even crack through chicken bones and meat joints. Her chef's knife's gently curved triangular blade. Her Japanese knife arched like a samurai sword, her oyster knife with its short pointed blade, and her slicer to cut cold meats into even, thin slices. And last, her filleting knife for boning and skinning fresh fish without damaging the flesh.”
Source: How to Cook a Tart
“Her eyes flashed, hot and angry, like lightening cutting through a red sunset.”
Source: Bittersweet
“Her eyes flashed seven kinds of hell.”
Source: The Xactilias Project
“Her eyes flicked over the cards, looked at Dimitri, then looked back at the cards. Her expression was blank. "You will lose what you value most, so treasure it while you can." She pointed to the Wheel of Fortune card. "The wheel is turning, always turning.”
Source: Vampire Academy: The Complete Collection
“Her eyes flutter up to meet mine. “Are you hungry?”she asks. Am I ever.”
Source: Where She Went
“Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment. Next, Edward’s lips touched hers, feather light at first. She kissed him back. It took only seconds for them to kiss each other with a hunger that spoke of more than nourishment. Beryl’s heart raced as Edward peeled back her collar and unbuttoned the first few buttons of her shirtwaist. She sat there with her eyes closed in a trance as his lips touched the hollow of her neck. All sound vanished except the beating of her heart in her ears.”
Source: In a Grove of Maples
“Her eyes fluttered down to her hands, and she bit her lip so hard I thought it would bleed. Fuck! My dick twitched, roaring to life. Any blood on her lip should be of my doing.
“Little lamb, you have no idea what your limits are. And baiting a man with few might get you more than you bargained for.”
Her gaze stayed fixed on her lap as her fingers worried the corner of the cushion.
“Look at me when I speak to you,” I demanded.
Her eyes shot up to mine, and those stormy irises were now hidden beneath black pools.
“If you were mine,” I said, “I’d strip you bare, tie your wrists behind your back with my belt, and bend you over that island.” I glanced toward the kitchen. “I’d have you spreading those sweet cheeks of yours apart. Holding them open for me while I drool over your little pink puckered hole as I pound my cock deep inside your cunt, knowing I’ll be fucking your ass next.”
Her eyes were enormous now. Her mouth dropped open. I’d made her pant with my words alone.”
Source: Eyes on You a Mafia Romance
“Her eyes fluttered open and she found Matt to be impossibly close – so close she could see the flecks of gold in his green eyes, could almost count his incredibly long lashes. Vivienne swallowed hard.
This was it.
There was no going back.
And she really didn’t want to.”
Source: One More Kiss
“Her eyes fluttered open. She was lying in Sylvain's lap, his arms tight around her. She reached up and touched his face wonderingly.
"Why are you crying?" she whispered.
He didn't answer. Instead he rocked her like a baby, his face in her hair. Listening to her breathe.”
Source: Night School
“Her eyes, full of ancient, sacred wisdom. Her bones, deposits of inherited bravery. She is a proud descendant of strong, courageous women who went to the stakes fighting for their truths.”
Source: Moon Gypsy
“Her eyes glittered like the galaxies - a beauty beyond the blood of Aphrodite.”
Source: The Incarnate
“her eyes have shed more tears than the skies
her pen has bled more blood than her heart
she sleep with her eyes open wide
laughing, she says it's an art.
the melancholy that she is
they don't know the story of
days she spends are warm and cozy
at nights, her soul is ripped off”
“Her eyes have this way of swallowing up the grimy fluorescent light of the train and transforming it into something new. Right now, when she looks at August: stars. The goddamn Milky Way.”
Source: One Last Stop
“Her eyes heated with the anger and hurt that had been held inside her
for too long. "Your trips to the village have not gone unnoticed."
A look of confusion crossed his too-handsome face. "What does my
going to the village have to do with us?"
"I know there are women--"
He swore and gripped her arm, jerked her up against his chest. "Who
put such nonsense in your head?"
She didn't say anything, her throat hot and tight from the ball of tears
constricting it.
"Finlay," he said flatly. She looked at him in surprise. " 'Tis no secret
that he despises me, but I am surprised that you listened to his venom."
"It's not too difficult to believe. You are a man."
"Aye," he said softly. "But I've not had another woman, Elizabeth."
Her heart faltered. Her eyes shot to his, not daring to believe ... He
cradled her cheek tenderly in his big hand.
"How can I when I want someone else?"
He hasn't been with a woman ... he wants me.”
Source: Highland Outlaw
“Her eyes held an endless kind of love for him.”
“Her eyes hold the pale moon in them, the way a still pond holds stars.”
“Her eyes
I wanted to see my face in her eyes,
But the night was dark and there was no moon in the skies,
I wanted to develop a cohesion with her every desire,
And pervade her every feeling with a passionate fire,
I wanted to see how deep her eyes were,
Dive in them and sink deep into them somewhere,
My wishes were like a cohort of my heart’s desires,
Who for whatever reason only her beauty admires,
Maybe her beauty seeps into me,
Through the pervious moments of my life, and she becomes an inseparable part of me,
So even when the night is dark and there is no moon in the sky,
I can still see my reflection in her love kissed eye,
And when sometimes I sink deep in them,
I realise she too had been waiting for me in each one of them,
So, she closes them slowly,
And we both sink in them together; happily and lovingly,
And the moon who wants to see her too,
Curses the clouds, and the insensitive dark sky too,
And now we both lie suspended in her sleepy eyes,
Which only open for me, for nobody else; not even for the blue skies!”
Source: They Loved in 2075!
“Her eyes in the half-light suggested night and violets, and for a moment he stirred again to that half-forgotten remoteness of the afternoon.”
Source: The Beautiful and Damned
“Her eyes lit up with wicked glee. "You know what's easier than trying to sneak in?"
I shook my head, her Cheshire grin worrying me.
"Getting caught on purpose.”
Source: The Mind Games
“Her eyes lowered then to his softly smiling mouth, drawn to it as though his secrets could be found there, or perhaps because it was the most forgiving aspect of his face; certainly at the moment it was easier to bear than his searching eyes. And there her gaze lingered... a little longer perhaps, than it should have. Because she was a woman, after all. And it was a splendid mouth.
She watched the smile fade from it.
Cautiously, she returned her eyes to his. What she saw there landed as cleanly as a lightning strike at the base of her spine.
The blue had darkened nearly to black. There was a thrilling tension in his face; his eyes skimmed her mouth, hovered... considering. A delicious, breath-stealing heat unfurled through her limbs.”
Source: Beauty and the Spy
“Her eyes made me realize that she was the one I was looking for. The way how she looked at me, with this unafraid intensity, made my whole being completely confused. For a moment, I could swear that I saw the whole universe there, in her eyes.”
Source: Crazy game called Life
“Her eyes make me wanna stay for a lifetime, even though I know I was never meant to.”
“Her eyes meet mine and she smiles. And I swear it's like the whole goddamn sun is beaming right out of it.”
Source: Suicide Notes from Beautiful Girls
“Her eyes met his. “Just so you know, you’re already naked in my head.”
He stole a kiss and went to the door. “I’m a damn lucky pirate. Meet me at the helm.”
Source: Pirate's Passion
“Her eyes met his, but she looked quickly away; entangling gazes with Will was confusing at best, dizzying at worst.”
Source: The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Angel; Clockwork Prince; Clockwork Princess
“Her eyes narrowed, and her lips parted around a knowing laugh. "Oh. It's you."
"Pardon?" He was taken aback. "Do we know each other, lass?" He was quite certain they didn't; he could never have
forgotten this woman. The enticing manner in which her lips were currently pursed would have been seared into his
memory.
"The answer is no. I don't know you. But every other woman in this room does. Duncan Douglas, isn't it?" she said dryly.
Duncan studied her face. Although she was young-perhaps no more than twenty-she had a regal bearing beyond her years. "I do have some reputation with the lasses," he conceded, downplaying his prowess, confident of her impending maidenly swoon.
The look she gave him was far from admiring. He did a double take when he realized her gaze was downright disparaging.
"Not something I care for in a man," she said coolly. "Thank you for your offer, but I'd sooner dance with last week's rushes. They would be less used. Who wants what everyone else has already had?" The words were delivered
in a cool, modulated tone, shaped by an odd accent he couldn't place. Quite finished with him, she presented her
back and resumed talking to her companion.
Duncan was immobilized by shock.”
Source: The Highlander's Touch
“Her eyes narrowed in concentration as her will warred with his, but Eli was loose, and Sydney was lost, and those two things made Victor immovable.”
“Her eyes narrowed, the gold like living ember. He'd never seen anyone so beautiful. This witch had been crafted from the darkness between the stars.”
“Her eyes narrowed until they were a faint greenish glitter, like a forest pool far back in the shadow of trees.”
Source: the big sleep
“Her eyes narrowed when no one bothered to introduce themselves. Even her father just gave a curt nod and kissed Mercy on the cheek before going to his mate. She looked at Bas. “Did you four gang up on Riley?”
Absolute silence in the kitchen except for her mother ’s exasperated breath. “Michael T. Smith, I told you to leave the boy alone.”
The “boy” held her tighter against him, obviously not the least bit worried. “I’m fine, Mrs. Smith. And I have a sister, too.”
Lia turned her gaze on Riley. “Good God, Mercy. You brought another one into the family?”
Source: Branded by Fire
“Her eyes narrowing, she turned her attention back to where Stephanie stood with Ben, feeling her own pain turn to intense fury. “Dominic knew her so damn well because he was usually thinking the same thing. She was his female version – two halves fitting perfectly together,” Gena spat out, anger inflected in her voice. “Like him, she’s reckless and like him, once she gets something into her head nothing or no one will change her mind.” Her fury revealed itself in her eyes, as she spat out, “And, like him, she’s going to get herself killed.” - Gena Evans, Nowhere to Run”
Source: Nowhere to Run
“Her eyes opened and then rolled into the back of her head, showing off those horrible bright whites with their convoluted red maps. She laughed, groaned, and said in [a] small, tight whisper, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god...[I can still hear them]”
Source: A Head Full of Ghosts
“Her eyes opened at the touch of light. It was slanting light, golden and shimmering with dust, the kind that filtered through the forests on Hy-Brasil in the late afternoon. And yet when she stepped forward, she found she was no longer amid the trees but inside, at the center of a circular tower that extended up for as far as her eyes could stretch. The walls were the white of polished marble, and the floor beneath her feet was polished wood partially covered by a thick red rug. There was a fireplace with two worn armchairs, and a desk fitted to the curve of the room and strewn with papers. Everything else, every inch of towering wall, was filled with bookshelves. They went all the way up to the high ceiling, at least seven stories, connected by ladders and balconies and ledges. The place had the old-paper smell of Rowan's study at the castle. Biddy stared, barely noticing as Hutchincroft jumped from her arms.
"It's a library," she said out loud, in wonder. "It's a library inside a tree.”
Source: The Magician’s Daughter
“Her eyes opened at this sight against her will and she looked around the room almost in fear. But it was dark and shadowy, shaded by the bamboo screen at the door, the damp rush mats at the windows, the old heavy curtains and the spotted, peeling walls, and in their shade she saw how she loved him, loved Raja and Tara and all of them who had lived in this house with her. There could be no love more deep and full and wide than this one, she knew. No other love had started so far back in time and had had so much time in which to grow and spread. They were really all parts of her, inseparable, so many aspects of her as she was of them, so that the anger or the disappointment she felt in them was only the anger and disappointment she felt at herself. Whatever hurt they felt, she felt. Whatever diminished them, diminished her. What attacked them, attacked her. Nor was there anyone else on earth whom she was willing to forgive more readily or completely, or defend more instinctively and instantly. She could hardly believe, at that moment, that she would Iive on after they did or they would continue after she had ended. If such an unimaginable phenomenon could take place, then surely they would remain flawed, damaged for life. The wholeness of the pattern, its perfection, would be gone.
She lay absolutely still, almost ceasing to breathe, afraid to diminish by even a breath the wholeness of that love.”
Source: Clear light of day
“Her eyes opened then. They were drowsy, slumberous, staring up at him with a hunger that was impossible to miss. “I felt you,” she whispered, a smile tilting her moist lips. “Watching me. Should I feel you watching me?” Was she asleep or awake? “Of course.” He found the growl building in his throat. “Every time I look at you, baby, I touch you.”
“Her eyes opened widely. There was a kind of innocent wonder in them that he took note of. He admired it, but he did not believe in it.”
Source: The Mirror Crack'd from Side to Side
“Her eyes remind me of the Pacific: Raging. Fearless. Restless.”
Source: See What Flowers
“Her eyes shifted to me, piercing my soul in the process. “Your troubles are temporary, Miss Annabelle. You will grow and mature and find yourself free of them one day. And life will blossom for you then, in a way it never can in some fantasy.”
I nodded, intimidated by her powerful stare. She stepped closer to me, her words and her look intensifying.
“Dreams and wishes mean nothing when they’re simply a fleeting thought away. The value is gone, stolen from any victory. Don’t get stuck in a meaningless dream, child. This is all imagined glory, nothing more. Go home. Go home and awaken to a life worth living! Go now!”
Source: Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
“Her eyes shifted to the weapon on the table. “May I hold it?”
“Sure, why not?”
I unholstered the pistol and handed it to her, holding it by the barrel assembly.
She held the gun awkwardly, angling it past me toward the stove, the muzzle’s black eye dark as a tunnel to another world.
“You can kill me, you know,” I said. “Like in that French movie we saw.”
She didn’t seem to hear me. When she spoke, her voice was thick and remote. “It’s so heavy. I didn’t know it would be so heavy.”
The air felt charged with static, the kind that comes before lightning.”
Source: Last Tango in Moscow: A Cold War Tale of Espionage, the Mafia, and Forbidden Love
“Her eyes slid closed, her secret places pulsed in anticipation, and his lips settled onto the skin beneath her ear.
That was magic.
She held perfectly still.
He pressed a kiss to her neck. Then another, lower. A third, even lower.
She squirmed.
He dropped his hands. “Sorry. I---“
“Don’t stop,” Kimmie whispered.”
Source: Sugared
“Her eyes slid down to the red stones. And when they again lifted to his face, the unholy fire in her stare was gone. Replaced by something so dead and vacant it was like gazing into the unseeing eyes of a fallen soldier on a battlefield. He'd seen crows pick at eyes that dead.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames