H Quotes
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“Her eyes softened. 'And in His sovereignty, He can take even the most painful things in our lives and somehow turn them into good, just as He promised in His Word. He can give us beauty for ashes. Again, we don’t understand how. We see the moment; He sees the whole—eternity past through eternity future. He promises weeping may tarry for the night, but joy cometh in the morning.'
Tears sprang into Grace’s eyes. She slipped her gaze to Mae again and gave her a tremulous smile. 'It is better, but still hard.'
'I know, dear. But this is not the end of your story.”
Source: Halstad House
“Her eyes sparkled. 'Oh, you are delicious. You let me torture that innocent girl to keep this one safe? You lovely thing! You actually made a human worm love you. Marvellous.' She clapped her hands, and Tamlin merely looked away from her, the only reaction I'd seen from him.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“Her eyes sparkled. “You should try calling, ‘Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.’”
“I will kill you and nobody will find your body.”
Source: Magic Triumphs
“Her eyes stung from crying for so long and having some tears dry on them. Her body was weak from the exercise but she did not feel better. While she was crying she had wanted someone, anyone to come and hold her. She had crawled into her closet, hoisted herself up onto the shelf that had duvets and bedsheets and curled herself among those. Now she knew that no hug could erase her pain, no sort of embrace could bind up her heart. She needed a new heart it seemed, her old heart was beyond repair.”
“Her eyes stung with the beauty.”
Source: Dust
“Her eyes take on that suspicious, wounded look girls get when they know they've fallen off the top rung of friendship and someone else has passed them, but they don't know when or how the change took place.”
Source: A Great and Terrible Beauty
“Her eyes the glowworm lend thee,
The shooting stars attend thee;
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.”
“Her eyes the reason I breathe Happiness”
“Her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, but she could barely see her hand in front of her face. Just when she was about to rush back up the steps, a large, warm hand settled at her waist. She turned, giving a jolted whimper as Rothbury's lips settled atop hers.
His mouth was hot, ravenous, intoxicating. She had no idea where his gloves had gone, but his hands were bare, sliding up and down her back, cupping her backside and holding her tightly to him.
Charlotte groaned at his glorious siege of her senses. She wanted to touch him as well, only it took extreme concentration to do something as raise her arms. Gliding her hands up his strong arms and then his neck, she sunk her fingers into his thick hair at his nape, pressing herself closer to him, needing him to touch her more.
He spun her around, pushing her back against the stone wall of the terrace. With a finger at her bottom lip, he easily coaxed her open, sinking his tongue inside to mate with hers. Surely, her bones were melting.”
Source: To Wed a Wicked Earl
“Her eyes twinkled in the stillness, black and vivacious as the starlit midnight. Then she tilted up her chin and laughed in turn, a smooth tremolo that stirred him deeply. A warmth surged through Gawain the likes of which he had never before felt.”
“Her Eyes was her first lies.”
“Her eyes watered and she was a foot taller than any of her sisters, mostly because of the length of her neck which would one day hang from the end of a rope”
Source: The Virgin Suicides: A Novel
“Her eyes watered triumphantly, and she let her gaze drop back towards the house: the window of her bedroom, the Michaelmas daisy she and Ma had planted over the poor, dead body of Constable the cat, the chink in the bricks where, embarrassingly, she used to leave notes for the fairies.
There were faint memories of a time before, of being a very small child, collecting winkles from a pool by the seashore, of dining each night in the front room of her grandmother's seaside boardinghouse, but they were like a dream. The farmhouse was the only home she'd ever known. And although she didn't want a matching armchair of her own, she liked seeing her parents in theirs each night, knowing as she feel asleep that they were murmuring together on the other side of the thin wall, that she only had to reach out an arm to bother one of her sisters.
She would miss them when she went.
Laurel blinked. She would miss them. The certainty was swift and heavy. It sat in her stomach like a stone. They borrowed her clothes, broke her lipsticks, scratched her records, but she would miss them. The noise and heat of them, the movement and squabbles and crushing joy. They were like a litter of puppies, tumbling together in their shared bedroom. They overwhelmed outsiders and this pleased them. They were the Nicolson girls, Laurel, Rose, Iris, and Daphne; a garden of daughters, as Daddy rhapsodized when he'd had a pint too many. Unholy terrors, as Grandma proclaimed after their holiday visits.”
Source: The Secret Keeper
“Her eyes were a shade between amber and brown. Her face was scrubbed clean, void of any of the creams that some women favored to add color to their lips and cheeks. She had made no effort to hide the smattering of freckles on her nose, as some women were wont to do. He felt something inside him tighten. Oh, but she was a beauty, a sweet, natural beauty- not perfection. And it was that very unadorned quality that made her more beautiful still.
Little tendrils of hair, the color of chestnuts turning in the sunlight, trailed from her nape and her temples. And there, in front of her ears. It was as if she'd wound her hair in a loose topknot and hadn't given it another thought. He wondered if she was the absentminded sort.”
Source: The Seduction Of An Unknown Lady
“Her eyes were clear, dark brown, like cups of shimmering caravan tea. Nick stared into her sweetly curved face, the chin too pointed, the nose too short. The little imperfections made her beauty unique and endlessly interesting, whereas more classically shaped features would have bored him quickly.”
Source: Worth Any Price
“Her eyes were dark, corrupt, fathomless and all of that other evil crap. Mostly all of that other evil crap.”
“Her eyes were dark. Dark as chocolate, dark as coffee, dark as the polished wood of my father’s lute. They were set in a fair face, oval. Like a teardrop. Her easy smile could stop a man’s heart. Her lips were red. Not the garish painted red so many women believe makes them desirable. Her lips were always red, morning and night. As if minutes before you saw her, she had been eating sweet berries, or drinking heart’s blood. No matter where she stood, she was in the center of the room. Do not misunderstand. She was not loud, or vain. We stare at a fire because it flickers, because it glows. The light is what catches our eyes, but what makes a man lean close to a fire has nothing to do with its bright shape. What draws you to a fire is the warmth you feel when you come near. The same was true of Denna.”
“Her eyes were distant, and she seemed to be listening to that voice that first told her the story, a mother, sister, or aunt. Then her voice, like her singing, cut through the crickets and crackling fire.”
Source: The Goose Girl
“Her eyes were full of a hot liquid (she did not think of tears at first) which, without disturbing the firmness of her lips, made the air thick, rolled down her cheeks. She had perfect control of herself-Oh, yes!-in every other way.”
Source: To the Lighthouse
“Her eyes were full of hate. Full. And... at the same time, empty. Soulless. Like those horrible creatures she keeps around her. The dragon was frightening... but Maleficent, she was bone-chilling.”
Source: Once Upon a Dream
“Her eyes were glistening, but for some reason he couldn't reach out and touch her. It was like some gestures were so simple they were beyond him.”
Source: City on Fire
“Her eyes were like coffee beans, and, when she laughed, they really did seem to crackle like roasting beans.”
Source: Beware of Pity
“Her eyes were liquid silver as they narrowed at him, swirling with as many mysteries as the stars in the night sky. "I want a family," she murmured. "And I'll do what I must to get it."
The naked, aching honesty in her voice pierced him with a poisoned arrow, and he could feel the toxins spreading through his blood. Soon he would be completely paralyzed, a victim of the opposing forces now quarreling inside him like two wolves fighting for dominance. The two strongest emotions known to man.
He took in a deep breath, the scent of her honey soap and the lavender water evading his senses with the subtlety of a Roman legion.”
Source: The Highwayman
“Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.” (p.33)”
Source: The Religion
“Her eyes were olive green―incisive and clear.”
Source: The Da Vinci Code (The Young Adult Adaptation)
“Her eyes were only inches from my chin. Her lips, so close to mine. She was driving me crazy. I gave her a halfhearted smile.
I wanted to kiss her.
But not here, not now.
Not like this.”
“Her eyes were the brown of a fawn's coat. And he could have sworn something sparked in them as she met his gaze.
'Who are you?'
He knew without demanding clarification that she was aware of what he was to her.
'I am Lucien. Seventh son of the High Lord of the Autumn Court.'
And a whole lot of nothing.
...
For a long moment, Elain's face did not shift, but those eyes seemed to focus a bit more. 'Lucien,' she said at last, and he clenched his teacup to keep from shuddering at the sound of his name on her mouth. 'From my sister's stories. Her friend.'
'Yes.'
But Elain blinked slowly. 'You were in Hybern.'
'Yes.' It was all he could say.
'You betrayed us.'
He wished she'd shoved him out the window behind her. 'It- it was a mistake.'
Her eyes were frank and cold. 'I was to be married in a few days.'
He fought against the bristling rage, the irrational urge to find the male who'd claimed her and shred him apart. The words were a rasp as he instead said, 'I know. I'm sorry.'
She did not love him, want him, need him. Another male's bride.
A mortal man's wife. Or she would have been.
She looked away- toward the windows. 'I can hear your heart,' she said quietly.
He wasn't sure how to respond, so he said nothing, and drained his tea, even as it burned his mouth.
'When I sleep,' she murmured, 'I can hear your heart beating through the stone.' She angled her head, as if the city view held some answer. 'Can you hear mine?'
He wasn't sure if she truly meant to address him, but he said, 'No, lady. I cannot.'
Her too-thin shoulders seemed to curve inward. 'No one ever does. No one ever looked- not really.' A bramble of words. Her voice strained to a whisper. 'He did. He saw me. He will not now.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Her eyes were those of someone who's just fallen in love, someone who sees nothing but her lover, someone who has no fear of anything. The eyes of someone who believes that every dream will come true, that reality will move if you just give it a push.”
Source: Asleep
“Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.”
Source: The Sea, The Sea
“Her eyes widen and she shoves me back and then there's a space between us, enough to paralyze me with all of the things I could do to her next. I could raise my hand and hit her in the face or bring my knee into her stomach, take a fistful of her hair and rip it out of her skull. You don't get to do this when you're a girl, so when the opportunity for violence finally presents itself, I want all of it at once.”
Source: All the Rage
“Her eyes widened as he guided her backward until she was trapped against the bed. He turned her around so that she faced it.
“You remember when we met, how you told me off in your office? Ever since then, I’ve wanted something.” He smoothed his hands up her legs and pushed up her skirt. With one sharp tug, he ripped her lacy thong and tossed it to the floor. “You at my mercy.”
He heard the excited catch of her breath and bent his head to murmur in her ear. “Good thing you still have those heels on.”
Source: Love Irresistibly
“Her eyes widened as he stalked her from across the kitchen.
“There is no way I can ignore you – it’s impossible. Just like it would be impossible to stop breathing.” And then, because he figured they were already fighting, he might as well poke the bear a little more. So he grabbed her and kissed her. Hard. Wet. And wild.”
Source: This Is Our Song
“Her eyes widened as she took in what must be thousands of titles. She stepped farther into the room finding the bookcases rose up at least two stories. Like a bee to honey, she was drawn to the remarkable library. There was a ladder that glided along a set of rails to reach the top shelves. And a spiral staircase for the second floor of shelves with yet another ladder. t was truly remarkable.
She didn't know whether she had walked onto the set of My Fair Lady or the library of Beauty and the Beast. She'd never seen anything so magnificent.”
Source: Beauty and Her Boss
“Her eyes widened, convinced by the size of it that his shaft was fully erect. She blinked several times. No, she was wrong. The bulge moved, growing as she watched it.
"Not that I mind ya staring, love, but I've got an appointment I must keep.”
Source: Love Potions
“Her eyes widened. I assumed in alarm, but who the hell knew what was going on in her stubborn head. I took the coffee cup from her hand and rested it on the grass next to mine. I leaned in toward her slowly. Her eyes remained steady on mine. Just as I was so close I could feel her warm erratic breath on my face, her hand landed on my chest.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
Maintaining eye contact I smiled, reached out, held the back of her head and pulled her closer still. “What I should have done ten years ago.” ~ Preston, A Perfect Moment”
Source: A Perfect Moment
“Her eyes widened. “My.” She looked at him hesitantly and then bit her lip. “This might be more difficult than I realized. You’re a large man, aren’t you?” She blushed. “I mean, all over.”
He managed to nod. Yes, damn it. And getting excruciatingly larger by the minute.”
Source: Highlander Unmasked
“Her eyes widened. “Ooh… was it hate sex? I’ve always wanted to have hate sex.”
Source: The Thing About Love
“Her eyes widened. "You showed them what you are?"
"Aye. We put on quite the show. Shifted from stone, played our unique blend of music, and then flew into the air when the concert was over.”
Source: Knights of Stone: Bryce
“Her eyes, mostly cast downward, occasionally flicker upwards to meet his before falling again. She is apologetic for everything, as always, constantly saying sorry to the world, as though as her very presence offends.”
“Her eyes, walnut brown and shaded by fanned lashes, met mine. Held for a moment. Flew away.”
Source: The Complete Khaled Hosseini: Digital box set
“Her face ... was a one-of-a-kind, a surprising variation on a familiar theme - a variation that made observers think, Yes - that would be another very nice way for people to look. What Beatrice had done with her face, actually, was what any plain girl could do. She overlaid it with dignity, suffering, intelligence, and a piquant dash of bitchiness.”
“Her face and the garden
Her face is like a summer garden,
By divine beauty tended and by grace never forsaken,
There bloom roses many, and lilies too,
And I keep looking at it, for in spell bound state what else can I do,
Yesterday she was a garden of roses,
Last year she was the entire spring, where once in bloom, the beauty’s flower never closes,
This year she has transformed into a garden blooming with new flowers,
Daisies, daffodils, and sunflowers standing like beauty’s radiant towers,
Rendered more radiant in the never ending splendour of her eyes,
And the garden of beautiful roses growing all over her, even time defies,
While I watch the garden of beauty grow over her face,
My heart beats assume a new and lovely pace,
That draw my mind into this world of endless beauty,
And I know not whether it obeys my heart’s yearnings or it too has grown fond of her pure serenity,
The summer has found a permanent residence in her face, infact within her,
Because I still see the roses blooming over her face although it is late November,
And when sometimes she brushes her hair with her fingers,
The roses peek from her face to feel her finger tips and their magical wonders,
And when she rests her eyelids upon her eyes,
The pollen dust of million flowers, upon her waiting eyelashes, a perfect sheen applies,
That neither sparkles nor glows,
But in the garden of her face it simply in its splendour grows,
And when the winter sun gets tired and retires finally,
The lilies apply the mask of radiance on her tenderly,
While the violets and narcissus seep deep into her brow,
And what a wonder she is to look at now,
A beauty with no end, where waves of summer flow interminably,
As she rests her head on the pillow and closes her eyes slowly,
The morning glory turns into the night glory,
And then begins our own love story,
Where the lovely and winding creepers grow all over us, over her and over me too,
Finally the garden of beauty grows all over us, and now it shall be so, no matter what you do,
I in the garden of her beauty where flowers bloom everywhere,
And then my heart confesses, “Irma, let us hide in this garden somewhere,
To be never found by time, and never felt by any season,
Because finally we have found love in each other that defies every reason,”
And this is how it has been for many years now,
I and my every feeling of love sinking deep into her beauty’s eternal brow!”
Source: They Loved in 2075!
“Her face appeared to have grown paler, and it seemed as if there were a mocking insanity flaring up almost imperceptibly on her lips and in the azure of her eyes there lurked the insanity of grief. She was silent, and she waited for what her father would say.
And he spoke slowly, finding words almost with difficulty, 'Dearest, what did I hear? I did not expect this of you. Why did you do it?'
The Beauty bowed her head and said softly and sadly, 'Father, sooner or later all this will come to pass anyway.'
'Sooner or later?' asked the father as if in surprise. And he continued, 'Better late than sooner.'
'I am all aflame,' said the Beauty softly.
And the smile on her lips was like the reflection of some searing flame, and in her eyes there gleamed blue lightning, and her naked arms and shoulders were like some delicate vessel of alabaster, filled to the brim with a molten metal. Her firm breasts rose and fell impetuously, and two white waves strained forth from the tight confines of her dress, the delicate color of which was reminiscent of the yellowish rosiness of a peach. From beneath the folds of her short dress were visible against the dark green velvet of the rug and entwined by the pink ribbons of her gilded sandals her white and trembling legs.
("The Poison Garden")”
Source: Silver Age of Russian Culture
“Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.”
Source: The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow
“Her face burned with shame. Even wedded and sharing a bed, no man would touch a woman as he had touched her.”
Source: The Mark
“Her face crashes. She hasn't dealt with a single transfusion or lumbar puncture. She wasn't allowed near me for the bone-marrow transplant, but she could have been there for any number of diagnoses, and wasn't. Even her promises to visit more often have faded away with Christmas. It's her turn to taste some reality.”
“Her face dares me to ask her more, but I've reached my quota of daring things (1 = following cute girl, 2 = yelling at ex-boyfriend of cute girl, 3 = saving life of cute girl, 4 = asking out cute girl) for the day.”
Source: The Sun Is Also a Star
“Her face distressed, Astrid handed him off to Zarek. "Menoeceus wants his father."
Zarek glared at her. "Bob is crying because he wants his mother to stop calling him that crap-ass name." Zarek cuddled the small boy to him as he rocked him gently against his shoulder while he continued to wail. Loudly. "It's all right, Bob. Daddy's got you now. I'm saving you from Mommy's bad naming taste. I'd be crying, too, if my mom named me after an idiot."
"Menoeceus is a great name," Astrid said defensively.
Zarek snorted. "For an old man or a feminine hygiene product. Not for my son. And next time I get to name the kid and it won't be something that sounds like meningitis."
Astrid stood with her hands on her hips, toe to toe with her husband. "You keep that up and next time you'll be the one birthing it, and don't mess with me, bucko, I have connections in that department. A pregnant man is not an impossibility in my neighborhood."
She started away from him.
"Yeah, well, I'll be glad to birth it if it means I can name him something normal," Zarek called after her.”
Source: Dream Warrior
“Her face expressed suffering so deep that I will never forget it; her eyes radiated a deep sadness...Mrs. Folmer was oppressed by that special sadness, perhaps the most horrible torture, of those who had no idea what happened to their loved ones.”
Source: Things We Couldn't Say
“Her face felt like it was scattered in pieces and she could not keep it straight. The feeling was a whole lot worse than being hungry for any dinner, yet it was like that. I want--I want--I want--was all that she could think about--but just what this real want was she did no know.”
Source: The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter