H Quotes
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“Her father had admired her mother without ever truly understanding her. And her mother--her mother had relied on her father without appreciating him. There had been a gulf between them that couldn't be bridged by all the goodwill in the world.”
Source: The Forgotten Room
“Her father had been entirely indifferent to such structured learning. Schools leave you without ambition, he said.”
Source: The Daughter of Doctor Moreau
“Her father had died for her, with love in his heart, and Nesta held love in her own heart as she pulled the small, carved rose from her pocket and set it upon the gravestone. A permanent marker of the beauty and good he'd tried to bring into the world.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Her father had laughed, but Marie Berger wondered whether it was proper to make fun of Victor Hugo. Hadn't he been a member of the Académie Française?”
Source: Orlanda
“Her father had taught her about hands. About a dog's paws. Whenever her father was alone with a dog in a house he would lean over and smell the skin at the base of its paw. This, he would say, as if coming away from a brandy snifter, is the greatest smell in the world! A bouquet! Great rumours of travel! She would pretend disgust, but the dog's paw was a wonder: the smell of it never suggested dirt. It's a cathedral! her father had said, so-and-so's garden, that field of grasses, a walk through cyclamen--a concentration of hints of all the paths the animal had taken during the day.”
Source: The English Patient
“Her father had told her repeatedly that fear was the one force that drove all darkness in the world. Love, on the other hand, was the greatest source of power. Love strengthened the weakest, gave them a ferocity that fear never offered. Mothers defended their children. Partners, friends, good people stared down evil, becoming something to be feared.
Because of love.
Yet love wasn't the path Camilla had chosen. She'd succumbed to that same moral trap.
Change was terrifying. The unknown always was. It was the very essence of its being unknown that made it so. The familiar was comforting even when it wasn't necessarily good.”
Source: Throne of the Fallen
“Her father huffed. "Take Rory with you too. He's better at this sneaking around stuff than you are."
"Always knew I'd make you proud, Da," Rory said.”
Source: Terra Nova
“Her father is a burden she shouldn’t have to carry, but she does. He had made her feel unsafe in the world when his one job was to make her feel protected.”
Source: Perfectly Entwined
“Her father kneels and unclasps the urn. Above the waves she falls graceful as snow, my sister, my Sonora.”
Source: Sonora
“Her father lov'd me; oft invited me;
Still question'd me the story of my life,
From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes,
That I have pass'd.”
Source: Plays of William Shakespeare
“Her father must have sifted through hundreds of marriage résumés to narrow the field down to these ten names. Ten men he thought would make her happy and treat her with kindness and respect, unlike Jonas and all the men she'd dated before him.
Layla had always considered herself a modern desi woman. She was as comfortable in a sari as she was in jeans and enjoyed hamburgers and potato chips as much as dal and curry. Her life revolved around Western friends and a large and extended family of immigrants from Northern India and Pakistan who had brought their culture and beliefs with them- one of which was the benefit of arranged marriage over the Western concept of love.
Despite Dev's wonderful relationship with Rhea and the success of her parents' union, Layla had never been interested in having an arranged marriage. Even after a string of failed relationships and heartbreak, she had always believed in true love. Her soul mate was out there waiting for her. All she had to do was open her eyes.”
Source: The Marriage Game
“Her father picks different names for her as they change locales, but he uses Miranda often, presumably because he knows how much it annoys her.”
Source: The Night Circus
“Her father sagged as relief spread through him. “I thought something awful was happening.” She frowned. “Something awful was happening. It could have got stuck in my hair.”
Source: Skulduggery Pleasant:
“Her father said she was a princess. He did not see that she was a brave knight.”
“Her father. The man who is supposed to be her North Star.”
Source: Tajrish
“Her father, though proud she was “joining up with the good guys,” was aghast that she was doing it in North Carolina. “They all chew tobacco and eat grits and call every woman darlin’. How’s a nice Italian girl like you going to fit down there?”
Only she had fit in, oddly enough. It was much better than she’d expected so far, especially the people, who—get this—were so friendly that they waved to strangers while driving.”
Source: The Guardian
“Her father was an intimidating man who held fast to his belief in his African heritage; that black should not marry white to avoid racial confusion. She was in love with a white man whose mother wished to keep her family's heritage intact by not crossbreeding with another race.”
Source: In The Midst of Secrets
“Her father was stern. Her father disapproved. Her father had very strong reservations...Half Belgian, half Persian, staunch British conservative, he'd seen the Himalayas and Harrogate and had chosen accountancy.”
Source: Autumn
“Her father was the face of her morning and night, he was everything, so saturating Havaa’s world that she could no more describe him than she could the air.”
Source: A Constellation of Vital Phenomena
“Her father would've said it's a good thing, to show mercy. Long as you also show, when it's needful, that you can make of your heart a stone.”
Source: The Wisdom of Crowds
“Her father’s shadow looked sadly down at her. “You can never forget what you do in a war, September my love. No one can. You won’t forget your war either.”
Source: The Fairyland Series
“Her favorite movie was Somewhere In Time, and she wanted me to be her Christopher Reeve. She probably meant she wanted me to be her Superman, but I always took it like she wanted me to be a guy pretending to need a wheelchair before faking my own death.”
Source: A Memoir of Memories and Memes
“Her favorite stepping-aside technique was to lay out a dizzying mountain of complex steps and then pronounce the conclusion self-evident. Excuse me? Things that are self-evident don't need you or the presentation anyway. Relying only on logic, on what can be factually established, may inform or intimidate, but it will rarely stir anyone into action or change.”
Source: I'd Rather Be in Charge: A Legendary Business Leader's Roadmap for Achieving Pride, Power, and Joy at Work
“Her favourite meal was tea, because the tea-table can be supplied economically, and there is an elasticity about tea which suited her gregarious temper.”
Source: The London Scene: Six Essays on London Life
“Her fear was strong, but her need for the truth was stronger.”
Source: These Shallow Graves
“Her feelings for Jeremy were like Schrodinger’s Crush. As long as she didn’t open the box, their relationship existed in a state of quantum superposition: both possible and impossible at the same time.”
Source: Remedial Rocket Science
“Her feelings had come like a flower on a tree. A bud, gently forming - and just like that, an undying blossom.”
Source: The Priory of the Orange Tree
“Her feelings she hides Her dreams she can't find She's losing her mind She's falling behind She can't find her place She's losing her faith She's falling from grace She's all over the place”
“Her feelings were her own, and could not be altered from outside.”
Source: 1984
“Her feelings were her own, and could not be altered from outside. It would not have occurred to her that an action which is ineffectual thereby becomes meaningless. If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.”
Source: 1984
“Her feelings weren't exactly well-trained soliders, eager to do her bidding. Right now, they felt like toddlers let loose on a playground. Running, swinging, sliding. Laughing, screaming, crying. Total chaos. Completely uncontrollable.”
Source: Running to You
“Her feet ached and the music threaded a painful throbbing into her brain, but she danced on.”
Source: The Heir and the Spare
“Her feet touched upon ground, and a cloud of silvery dust blossomed up to her waist. Her clothes shimmered, and the checkered cotton dress she was wearing became an elegant white gown with a silver cord around the waist.
"Your apprentice gown," explained Agata. She gestured ahead. "Welcome to the Wishing Star."
Before her was a village not unlike Pariva, only every cottage was a different color: rose, violet, mahogany, marigold. Burgundy, magenta, and pearl. Even the flowers in the gardens matched the colors of the houses, and trees made of gold and copper and silver lined the shimmering streets. In the center was a house made of crystal, its windows stained with hearts of every color in the town.
As soon as her gaze fell upon the house, its door opened, and over a dozen fairies filed outside, each wearing a warm smile.”
Source: When You Wish Upon a Star
“Her feet went out from under her, but she didn't let go. She slammed onto the bridge, taking him with her...Then the ground slipped away from her as they both crashed through the flimsy guardrail and dropped into the water below.”
Source: Secret Investigation
“Her fierce and angry soul hides amongst the beauty of her light. She's deadly and contagious as she blazes from person to person burning all that she touches. She roams without a shadow and she doesn't want to be seen. She lives in the form on humanity and it's hard to tell. It's hard to tell who is infected with her evil and who is not. Fire, it's a dangerous thing.”
Source: Seven Sins
“Her fierce and fearful friend --who loved country music and cherry Pop Tarts and singing in public and the color pink, who was terrified of germs and dogs and ladders.”
Source: Panic
“Her fiercest sincerities were translated by the male ego, on arrival, into daffy flirtation. (p. 24)”
Source: Dissident Gardens
“Her fight with alcohol had made for contentious exchanges and, if that were possible, even more contentious silences. Tony, empathetic to the point of self-harming, felt the pain of her abstinence as powerfully as anything he'd ever endured personally.”
Source: Insidious Intent
“Her fikir bir yerlere yolculuk eder fakat bazı fikirler her yere yolculuk ederler, büyük fikirler!”
“Her fine high forehead sloped gently up to where her hair, bordering it like an armorial shield, burst into lovelocks and waves and curlicues of ash blonde and gold. Her eyes were bright, big, clear, wet and shining, the colour of her cheeks was real, breaking close to the surface from the strong young pump of her heart. Her body hovered delicately on the last edge of childhood -- she was almost eighteen, nearly complete, but the dew was still on her.”
“Her fingers are as long as flower stalks, her limbs as spindly as sticks of birch. Weed-like strands of black straight hair hang over her mushroom-pale face, half-hiding tiny eyes that gleam with malice.”
Source: The Stolen Heir
“Her fingers are cold against his flushed skin. It's nice. He hopes she won't take them away.”
Source: How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories
“Her fingers clutched him now, and her body writhed with a frustration he knew all too well.
He wanted her.
Now.
Here.”
Source: Highland Spy
“Her fingers curled into a fist and she shouldered the door open. Its rusted hinges objected, creaking, and a dusty, half-rotten scent swarmed her nose.
Her cheeks heated. For Cassian to be here, to see this-
'Just a brute, remember,' he stepped to her side. 'I've lived in far worse. At least you had walls and a roof.'
Nesta hadn't realised how much she needed to hear those words, and her shoulders loosened as she stepped into the cottage proper. In the chill dimness, broken only by rays of sunlight, she frowned at the ceiling. 'This house used to have a roof.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Her fingers curled into a fist and she shouldered the door open. Its rusted hinges objected, creaking, and a dusty, half-rotten scent swarmed her nose.
Her cheeks heated. For Cassin to be here, to see this-
'Just a brute, remember,' he stepped to her side. 'I've lived in far worse. At least you had walls and a roof.'
Nesta hadn't realised how much she needed to hear those words, and her shoulders loosened as she stepped into the cottage proper. In the chill dimness, broken only by rays of sunlight, she frowned at the ceiling. 'This house used to have a roof.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Her fingers itched to reach out for him, to touch him. He was hers. All hers.”
Source: Cursed By The Crown
“Her fingers moved among barnacles and mussels, blue-black, sharp-edged. Neon red starfish were limp Dalis on the rocks, surrounded by bouquets of stinging anemones and purple bursts of spiny sea urchins.”
“Her fingers remembered the slow, careful work in the wood, with a quiet grief, that didn't diminish, but was manageable.”
Source: The Matisse Stories
“Her fingers slid into his thick hair, exploring his scalp. The scar was a long one. The blow that had caused it must have nearly split his skull open. As she touched his head, she heard his breath catch. "Does it hurt?" she asked, instantly removing her hand.
He shook his head with a short laugh. "I'm afraid you're causing me another kind of pain."
Perplexed, Lara stared into his eyes, and her gaze dropped to his lap. To her mortification, she saw that her innocent touch had aroused him, causing a heavy, unmistakable ridge to strain against his trousers. Lara flushed and jumped back from him.
The remnants of his grin lingered. "Pardon, sweet. A year of celibacy has erased whatever self-control I may have once possessed.”
Source: Stranger in My Arms
“Her fingertips reached to trace the damage, but he grasped her hand with his own. He leaned down, far enough that the dark ends of his hair brushed feather-light against her face, caught in her lashes.”
Source: Nevermore