H Quotes
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“her fire is drawn to your fire”
“Her fire is intoxicating I want her to burn me. To make me feel something other than the numbness that's enveloped my life”
Source: Indulge
“Her firm belief was that things would be better in society if there was a periodic ‘social cleansing’ to eliminate those influences that are considered unsavory. She sounds like she’d be fun at parties,” the officer joked.”
Source: Thirteen for Dinner
“Her first impression had been that he was ugly— huge and gangly with eerie transparent eyes. But when he’d smiled at her, lights danced across those blue eyes like sparkles on a river, and she’d seen beauty in his unfamiliar features. How could anyone with a smile that warm be evil or untrustworthy? After she got over her initial fear, she even found the man’s size appealing and powerfully masculine. Fireflies flitted and glowed in her stomach whenever their eyes met.”
Source: Captive Bride
“Her first instinct was to look away, to shield her wicked thoughts and feelings from his penetrating gaze. But if ever there was a time for truth between a man and a woman, this was that time.
She met his eyes steadily and didn't care whether he saw the abandon and bliss she felt. His face held a cross between the wonder of a boy on Christmas morn and the knowing look of a man who was exquisitely aware of what wicked things he was doing to her. He enslaved her with pleasure, and she had no defense.
Her cheeks heated, and her breath hitched, but she couldn't look away. He might stop, and she didn't think she could bear it if he did.
Instead, she moved. Just a little, so his finger would brush her sensitive tip. A jolt of longing shot through her body from her breast to her womb.
"Merciful God!" she breathed.
"Aye, lass, and 'tis a good thing He is," Rob said with a wicked grin, "for I am no' merciful in the slightest.”
Source: Sins of the Highlander
“Her first love was like lavender,
delicate and melancholic.”
“Her first obstacle in school life was the "pranks of the boy desk-mate" that many schoolgirls experienced. To Jiyoung, it felt more like harassment or violence than pranks, and there was nothing she could do about it besides run crying to Mother and Eunyoung.”
Source: 82년생 김지영
“Her first reaction was one of hope, because his eyes were open and shining with a radiant light she had never seen there before. She prayed to God to give him at least a moment so that he would not go without knowing how much she had love him despite all their doubts, and she felt an irresistible longing to begin life with him over again so that they could say what they had left unsaid and do everything right that they had done badly in the past. But she had to give in to the intransigence of death. (Love in the Time of Cholera)”
“Her flat looked like a mess –a coloring mess. Once you enter it, you can feel like a person had eaten all the colors and paints and brushes in the whole world and threw up there. But somehow when you enter it, you wouldn’t feel the urge to throw up, actually, the colors mixed with furniture too well, the masterpieces were drawn perfectly that you feel like you are standing in an art museum.”
Source: The Art Of Black
“Her flawless pale skin was also spangled with gemstones. I don't know how they'd been attached, but they clung to her and sent little flashes of color glittering around the cavern when she moved. They were concentrated most densely around her ... well ... She'd been, ah, vajazzled.”
“Her flesh was powdery and voluptuously weary, as if tenderized by all the different beds and arms in which she had lain. Her face was as soft as the pulpy flash of an overripe banana, her breasts like two tiny bunches of grapes. She exuded a certain seedy charm, a poetry of premature corruption and decay. She breathed the air as if it burned her palate, baking her small, hot, whorish mouth. It was as if she were sucking a sweet or slurping champagne.”
Source: Skylark
“Her flippant remark about seeing other people had been so far off base he considered the comment completely AWOL.””
Source: Catch .22
“Her flyter en Aare, her Tilger og Vrag,
Her Tofter saa mange som Steene paa Tag,
Her Kropper og Legemer døde.”
Source: The Trumpet of Nordland
“Her forehead was a maze of anxious little grooves, from a lifetime of wondering about whether everyone within range was OK.”
“Her forehead wrinkled as she tried to remember where she’d met this man with raven hair and rugged features, a man who could give any Hollywood star serious competition if he was so inclined.”
Source: A Cry From The Deep
“Her form, though not so correct as her sister's, in having the advantage of height, was more striking; and her face was so lovely, that when in the common cant of praise she was called a beautiful girl, truth was less violently outraged than usually happens.”
Source: Jane Austen Collection: illustrated - 6 eBooks and 140+ illustrations
“Her formidable mind retained information like a steel trap. She held grammar rules the way other women held grudges.”
Source: Babel
“Her fragility makes her uncomfortable, but it has a familiarity, too, like the biting cold of winter that you only half forget during other seasons.”
Source: All the Summer Girls
“Her freckles looked as if someone had blown cinnamon across her nose and high cheekbones.”
“Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos.”
Source: The lightning thief
“Her free hand was clenched in a fist. I held still, waiting for her to say something, to tell me she should have never left me here, where her friends might look to me for help. Finally she looked at me. Her eyes were hard, but she'd let no tears fall. "This is where we blame those who are responsible, Cooper, she told me, her voice very soft. "The colemongers, and the bought Dogs at Tradesmen's kennel. We'll leave an offering for him with the Black God when all this is done, and we'll occupy ourselves with tearing these colemongers apart. all right? We put grief aside for now.”
“Her friend glanced between Cait and Dante.
“But Cait, The Hulk has requested my absence. I believe it best if I cooperate.”
Source: Extreme Love
“Her friends, comrades…they were like family, and to
see the change that had come over them all was just another painful reminder of the oppression that had become normal...”
Source: Once I Knew
“Her friends had made it... but she did not want to die.
She wanted to live, and live well, and live happily.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Her friends used to tell her it wasn't rape if the man was your husband. She didn't say anything, but inside she seethed; she wanted to take a knife to their faces.”
“Her friends were the hollow-chested man, the whimsical girl with the fuzzy hair, the silent Dr. Blumenkohl, and the youth with the drooping shoulders...”
Source: The Magic Mountain
“Her friendship . . . still existed, as if it was a living, breathing thing, something that came to life the moment it happened and didn't just go away because they no longer acknowledged it.”
Source: The Peach Keeper: A Novel
“Her future was a blind spot, a blank page with an unwritten destiny, and this time, she held the pen.”
Source: Equillian's Key
“Her future, she thought, was likely to be worse than her past, for after her years of contented renunciation, she had slipped back into desire and longing; she found joyless days of distasteful occupation harder and harder; she found the image of the intense and varied life she yearned for, and despaired of, becoming more and more importunate.”
Source: The Mill on the Floss: Easyread Large Edition
“Her gait was such that the fall of her sari acquired the rhythmic grace of the loom on which it was weaved.”
Source: Benign Flame: Saga of Love
“Her gaze cut over to Drake with a knowing half smile, then back to the captain. “You see, captain, dead men tell me all kinds of tales.”
Source: Pirate's Persuasion
“Her gaze darted back to the computer screen. THIS IS YOUR CALL TO ACTION. If she posted this, it needed to be real. She needed people to believe Spartan could come back. They needed to trust that he'd made it out of the ship. It couldn't just be fangirl to fangirl, writing Starveil AU's that never really happened. This would be the guerrilla warfare of character ships. The fans would have to reweave the details they had into a new explanation of those last seconds of film. They'd take no prisoners, leave no wounded fans behind. But, as in any war, that meant the intel behind the revolution had to stay secret for as long as possible.
Fandom had to believe.”
Source: All the Feels
“Her gaze dims as her nostalgia for Palermo overcomes her. Those smells of seaweed dried by the sun, of capers, of ripe figs, she will never find them anywhere else; those burnt and scented shores, those waves slowly breaking, jasmine petals flaking in the sun.”
Source: The Silent Duchess
“Her gaze drifted upwards, as though looking beyond their immediate plane of existence. ‘To see, to be alive, and to be present in this world is such a privilege. To engage our senses, hold our loved ones, breathe this air, and witness the natural world. To be me, right here, right now. To experience insight, wonder, awe, and beauty. This is the stuff of life, don't you think?”
Source: Eden
“Her gaze dropped to the zipper of his shorts, still sporting a significant bulge. “Think you can deal with that thing all by yourself?”
“I think I can manage after twenty six years.”
She lifted her chin in the direction of the Ziggurat tiling. “Cold shower?”
“That’s one option. Although I do have an awesome new fantasy for my spank bank. It’d be a shame to waste it.”
The thought of Ryder jacking off while he thought of her was wildly exciting. She’d love to be a fly on the wall for that. Or...
“True. On the other hand you could not do anything about it. And I...a real live woman could help you out with it tomorrow night after poker. Think how much more intense it will be after you’ve denied yourself for a while.”
The bob of his throat was visible from across the room. “Denial sucks.”
“True. But I could make it worth your while.”
He sighed. “If it doesn’t kill me first.”
Source: Playing With Forever
“Her gaze feasted on his cock, which was a turn on in itself. "There's nothing tiny about you, is there?”
Source: Pin-up Fireman
“Her gaze fell on Rainey and she studied the bartender's ink. "That's an interesting tattoo on your forearm. Timshel. It's a quote from John Steinbeck's novel East of Eden."
Rainey looked momentarily taken aback. "You know it?"
"It means 'thou mayest'----a reminder that people always have a choice."
A curious sensation filled Liam's chest. It took a moment for him to identify it as pride. "I told you she was smart.”
Source: The Dating Plan
“Her gaze fell upon the bottle sitting on the coffee table directly in front of her. The label declared it to be something called cinnamon whiskey. The bottle was half full. She unscrewed the top, and took a long pull. The fire went directly to her sphincter. Recovery was slow. She couldn’t believe the little man presently busy praying in the bathroom couldn’t hear her gasping for air.
She replaced the cap and studied the bottle’s label. What the hell is cinnamon whiskey anyway? Whoever this little prick is, he is definitely tougher than he looks.”
Source: The Bean Sidhe
“Her gaze lifted to the books that lined the shelves of the library. Her expression was filled with wonder. ‘I like being here. I feel like I’m in church, you know? It’s a holy place. All these words surrounding me, just waiting for me to read them- they’re like gifts
from God.”
Source: Where the Rivers Merge
“Her gaze locked with his and she felt her heart quicken. Slowly, he bent his head until his lips were only a breath away from her own. She couldn't breathe. Didn't dare. She thought she would die if he didn't kiss her.”
Source: Rough Rider
“Her gaze on Vane, Patience wished she could see his eyes. His expression was unreadable. Shoulders propped against the stone arch, arms folded cross his chest, he watched her like a hawk. A brooding, potentially menacing hawk. Or a wolf anticipating a meal.”
Source: A Rake's Vow
“Her gaze shifted away. "I don't remember my dreams anymore." It was like she was confessing a dirty secret. And maybe it was, because even though he hated the dreams, each time he had them, he was with his parents again. Hearing their laughter. Watching them live. But when he woke up they were really gone.”
Source: Love is Darkness
“Her gaze shifted from him to Keir and back again, a smile curling one end of her tantalizing lips. "So you're the brotherhood of the fighting toilet cleaners?”
Source: Bullet Proof
“Her gaze slid up the thick muscles of his arm, imagining her hand doing the same, imagining what it would feel like to explore a body of such raw, masculine energy. No doubt about it, he was man built for battle. Yet she could seein his sharp, dark eyes, and in the glimpses of humor and caring he'd let slip, that there was so much more to him than the fight.”
Source: Tempted into Danger
“Her gaze traveled across the western sky that was dotted with clouds and was held by the wintry looking sun, so pure, so lovely, and so impossible to touch. Sheila felt that that was how her love was - Out of reach, unquestionably warm, and as certain as the celestial ball.”
“Her gaze traveled over his beautiful back, that glorious expanse of smooth skin she had caressed so eagerly last night--- to her shame.
She wished she couldn't remember at all, for what could be worse than to desire a man who meant one's destruction?
Yet she could not deny her awe at his leonine beauty, all dangerous power, his massive, sculpted size balanced by effortless male grace. Her wistful stare followed the sweeping line of his lean sides and stone-carved arms as he warmed his hands beneath the hearth fire.
Between his broad shoulder blades, his sable hair hung in a thick, glossy queue. Kate watched a droplet of rain run off his wet hair and roll down his back.
As he rubbed his hands together, she was riveted by the complex play of chiseled muscle that flowed through his upper body with the simple motion. She was especially entranced by his fortresslike shoulders and those incredible arms, whose raw strength had saved her life. She looked away, feeling a bit faint. Never in all her days had she seen a physique like that on a man.”
Source: My Dangerous Duke
“Her gaze travels back to the lie twisted in a tempest of mud and blood. She witnesses the culmination of her recklessness through a curved lens. Absorbed in life uncoiling, unaware of the world beyond this ridge. His light hair, darkened by rain. His stiff shoulders, full of pain. The vision poisoned with truth. With rust-stained hues.”
Source: Burning Falls
“Her gaze turned distant. 'Have you ever heard of the arsenic eaters?'
Alex blinked, confused. 'No?'
'They would ingest a little bit of arsenic every day. It made their skin clear and their eyes bright and they felt wonderful. And all the while they were just drinking poison.' When Mira turned her eyes back to Alex, they were sharper and steadier than Alex ever remembered them being, free of the usual determined cheer. 'That's what being with your father was like.”
Source: Ninth House
“Her gaze went with her, into a room with walls of frozen earth, and a floor the same, the latter split from corner to corner, and a fissure opened in it from which a flame column rose four or five times the size of a man. There was bitter cold off it rather than heat, and no reassuring flicker in its heart. Instead its innards churned upon themselves, turning over and over some freight of stuff which she failed to recognize at first, but her appalled stare rapidly interpreted. There was a body in the fire, hacked limb from limb, human enough that she recognized it as flesh, but no more than that. Baphomet's doing presumably, some torment visited on a transgressor. Boone said the Baptizer's name even now, and she readied herself for sight of its face. She had it too, but from inside the flame, as the creature there--not dead, but alive, not Midian's subject, but its creator--rolled its head over in the turmoil of flame and looked her way. This was Baphomet. This diced and divided thing. Seeing its face, she screamed. No story or movie screen, no desolation, no bliss, had prepared her for the maker of Midian. Sacred it must be, as anything so extreme must be sacred. A thing beyond things. Beyond love or hatred or their sum, beyond the beautiful or the monstrous or their sum. Beyond, finally, her mind's power to comprehend or catalog.”
Source: Cabal
“Her geminin bir limana ihtiyacı vardır çünkü gemilerin aksine dalgalar asla yorulmazlar!”