H Quotes
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“Her long blue sleeve was hiked past her elbow and I followed her gaze to the exposed skin. She attempted to yank her hand away, but I tightened my grip and swallowed my disgust. In all the horror-show homes I’d lived in, I never once saw mutilation like that. White and pale red, raised scars zigzagged up her arm. “What the f*ck is that?”
I tore my eyes away from the scars and searched her face for answers. She sucked in several shallow gasps before yanking a second time and successfully jerking out of my grasp. “Nothing.”
“That ain’t nothing.” And that something had to hurt like hell when it happened.
Echo stretched her sleeve past her wrist to her fingertips. She resembled a corpse. The blood rushed out of her cheeks and her body quaked with silent tremors. “Leave me alone.”
She turned away and stumbled back to the library.”
Source: Pushing the Limits
“Her long hair, the deep black of a raven’s wing, was pulled back from her face. I couldn’t tell if my new stepsister was pretty, or hideous, or merely the strangest girl I had ever seen.
“I don’t want a pretend mother. Or a false sister.” The princess’s voice was cold as ice.
I hesitated, then curtseyed to her, but she seemed to take no notice, and certainly didn’t return the favor. Either we would become friends—or the bitterest of enemies.”
Source: White as Frost
“Her look became frantic. “You don’t understand,” she said. “Maybe it’s different in the wild land you come from, Mr. Bouchard. But here gentlemen are always right. And girls like me are always sluts once they have lost their m-maidenhood. That is what I will be called if anyone knows. Or whore. Please, Mr. Bouchard.” Her hands clawed at the lapels of his coat.
“Sh, ma petite,” he said, drawing her into his arms again, soothing her. “Sacré coeur, sometimes I forget that now I am in a civilized nation where maidens who are raped are sluts and ’ores. Civilization is a wonderful thing, n’est-ce pas?”
Source: Deceived
“Her look is all passion
No agony
There is enough of that on the ground, with the mourners-
Mary, all the Marys
The slutty one
The motherly one
The contrary one
The queen
The queer
The virgin
All the women looking up, waiting for her resurrection”
Source: Big Fat Brown Bitch
“Her looks would make even her own mirror feel insecure.”
Source: Losing our Marbles?
“Her lord father had taught her never to steal, but it was growing harder to remember why.”
Source: George R. R. Martin's A Game of Thrones 5-Book Boxed Set (Song of Ice and Fire Series): A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, and and A Dance with Dragons
“Her love could stretch on unconditionally and endlessly, like
it’s a universe within her. I’m drawn to the edge of that universe. I’d like to fall into a black hole of it somehow. I just whisper, “God.”
Source: The Future for Curious People
“Her love for men had always been somehow neurotic and unfulfilled.”
Source: The Nice and the Good
“Her love of words is a private passion - one she would rather not share. In the house of her childhood though everything had to be shared. If she tried to hold anything back, they would search and find the hidden places. Her written words, discovered, read were just the source of more pain and punishment. This was why she loved poetry. They did not always understand it so they left it alone.”
Source: Wounds of Passion: A Writing Life
“her love slips quietly around me, holding me, anchoring me, reminding me that the loudest words are the ones we live.”
Source: Archer's Voice
“Her love was a party
With comfortable chairs
& A decorative cake.
I was a balloon on a string
With nowhere to go.
Tongue tied
Her face reflective on top
Of mine.
Her tongue my favorite groove,
My lips entwined with hers.
Her rhythm my blues,
We danced without music.
We two stepped all night long”
“Her love was–and is–in the quiet moments, the sacrifices, the strengths she carries daily. It’s in the steadiness of her support, even if it isn’t wrapped in grand gestures or flowery words. And maybe my mom isn’t the only one who’s like that. Maybe it’s common for people to express their affection in different ways that aren’t immediately obvious—that’s what love languages are for, right?”
“Her love was like endless summer nights
-unforgettable.”
“Her love was like lavender,
delicate and melancholy.”
Source: The Painting of Mrs. Ravensbrook
“Her love was not weak or inadequate. It just presented her with impossible choices.”
Source: World Without End
“Her love was trembling in laughter on her lips.”
Source: The Picture of Dorian Gray (Diversion Classics)
“her lower lip
was like an orange
mint. and
i was a crying
little boy
in the candy store.”
“Her loyalty was absurd. This was what kept us going.”
Source: My Year of Rest and Relaxation
“Her lush mouth tipped up in a smile, and her brown eyes held a soft golden tint as she observed him. Her pale and flawless complexion glowed with health. She was as fresh and pure as a daisy in a field of manure. That meant he was the manure. No, worse. He was the loutish farmer who would crush her beneath his boot. She deserved better. Guilt dared to raise its unwelcomed head.”
Source: The Devil and the Heiress
“Her magic formula for dealing with children is ignoring all faults and accenting tiny virtues. She says, "Instead of telling Tommy day in and day out that he is the naughtiest boy in the United States of America, which could very well be true, take an aspirin and comment on his neatly tied shoes. Almost anybody would rather be known for expert shoe-tying than for kicking the cat." She always tells whiners how charming they are--bullies how brave--bad sports how good--sneaks how honest!”
“Her magic sent him sprawling, and it then hurled into Rhysand again - so hard that his head cracked against the stones and the knife dropped from his splayed fingers. No one made a move to help him, and she struck him once more with her power. The red marble splintered where he hit it, spiderwebbing toward me. With wave after wave she hit him. Rhys groaned.
"Stop," I breathed, blood filling my mouth as I strained a hand to reach her feet. "Please."
Rhys's arms buckled as he fought to rise, and blood dripped from his nose, splattering on the marble. His eyes met mine.
The bond between us went taut. I flashed between my body and his, seeing myself through his eyes, bleeding and broken and sobbing.
I snapped back into my own mind as Amarantha turned to me again. "Stop? Stop? Don't pretend you care, human," she crooned, and curled her finger. I arched my back, my spine straining to the point of cracking, and Rhysand bellowed my name as I lost my grip on the room.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“Her magnificence is deeper than skin.”
“Her Majesty is not a subject.”
“Her majesty is one verb short of a sentence.”
“Her Majesty's daughter Princess Helena and her granddaughter Princess Thora are visiting. Here's the menu: consommé aux fines herbes, cheese croutons, poached fillet of sole with parsley sauce and potatoes à la crème, puree of squab à la chasseur, creamed celery, pork chops with apples, red cabbage and duchesse potatoes, iced pudding à la Prince Albert, canary pudding with vanilla sauce, anchovy toast.”
Source: Above the Bay of Angels
“Her Majesty said she hoped I would have time for my horses - I own two and have shares in four.”
“Her Majesty's government is engaging not merely in Orwellian Newspeak but in self-defeating Orwellian Newspeak. The broader message it sends is that ours is a weak culture so unconfident and insecure that if you bomb us and kill us our first urge is to find a way to flatter and apologize to you.”
“Her Majesty's Secret Service wouldn't have me on the payroll.”
“Her maktul katilinde yaşamaya devam eder.”
“Her mane was red-herring tinted, but that would be misleading as it was mostly brunette.”
Source: Whisky Hernandez
“Her manner was unhurried, though he noted a trembling in her hands.
Her calm composure was as much a facade as his aloof demeanor.
He was discovering a complexity to her nature that had not been evident in their earliest interactions. She was far more than she appeared to be: reserved, yet fearless in a way he could not have anticipated. Modest and sensual at once. In possession of a quiet confidence that was layered within everything she did.”
Source: The Untouchable Earl
“Her many achievements will be appreciated more as time goes on.”
Source: The Last Best Hope: The Greatest Speeches of Ronald Reagan
“Her marble tears run down her marble face.
A stranger is someone who has no handkerchief.
Who has no words to say.
Whose shadow mind is burning
as he sits watching her hands
and thinks how rare!
to see a Roman
talk
with no gestures at all.”
Source: Glass, Irony and God
“Her (Mary's) Son first had to be the Child of the Father in order then to become man and be capable of taking up on his shoulders the burden of a guilty world.”
Source: Unless You Become Like This Child
“Her mascara ran in streaks
down her face
lipstick smeared across her
alabaster cheeks like a porcelain
doll that had been flung around
before the paint had dried.
...
barely blinking
eyes like content little suns
poking through dark mascara
clouds
she is broken
yet whole at the same time
and she belongs to him
(excerpt from "Content" in Make Me Take It From You by HL37)”
Source: Make Me Take It from You: Erotic Poetry and Short Stories
“Her mate had a girlfriend. Or at least he was sexually active. Or … just really into people swinging from the ceiling? She didn’t understand what the weird text was about. Maybe it was a settlement thing. Maybe the ceiling-swinging was a settlement thing too.”
Source: Tourner
“Her maternal instinct told her Natasha had too much of something, and because of this she would not be happy”
“Her medeniyet niyetten doğar.”
Source: Aşk Mafia: Armor of The World
“Her melodious laughter sounded like the distant tinkling of soft bells and he stored the sound in her temple- his heart.”
Source: Truly, Madly, Deeply
“Her memories envelop me like the air that surrounds me. With every breath I take, I sense her presence entering me, only to disperse again into the same air when I exhale”
“Her memories were not gone forever, they were merely lost, and Evangeline now ahd every hope she would find them- 118”
“Her memory like a skipping record, bumping continually up against the scratch.”
Source: You Know You Want This: Cat Person and Other Stories
“Her messages remain resolutely static.
She sends Harper one, just to make sure it isn’t her signal: [knock knock]
But he replies quickly: [no]”
Source: Blackpines: The Magpie Witch: The North Star in Eclipse
“Her metamorphosis, once complete, would let her belong. Her superficial cocoon. An escape route from awkward. A life boat to acceptance.”
Source: Tied Within
“Her metaphors for her children included barnacles encrusting a ship and limpets clinging to a rock.”
Source: The Edible Woman
“Her mevsimin bilgeliğini elde etmek için her mevsimi yaşamalısın!”
“her mezhep ve kült diğerleri üzerinde ahlaki bir denetimdir: "Rekabet ticarette olduğu kadar dinde de yararlıdır.”
Source: The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark
“Her mighty lakes, like oceans of liquid silver; her mountains, with bright aerial tints; her valleys, teeming with wild fertility; her tremendous cataracts, thundering in their solitudes; her boundless plains, waving with spontaneous verdure; her broad, deep rivers, rolling in solemn silence to the ocean; her trackless forests, where vegetation puts forth all its magnificence; her skies, kindling with the magic of summer clouds and glorious sunshine - no, never need an American look beyond his own country for the sublime and beautiful of natural scenery.”
Source: The Sketch Book
“Her mighty lakes, like oceans of liquid silver; her mountains with their right aerial tints; her valleys, teeming with wild fertility; her tremendous cataracts, thundering in their solitudes; her boundless plains, waving with spontaneous verdure; her brought deep rivers, rolling in solemn silence to the ocean; her trackless forests, where vegetation puts forth all its magnificence; her skies, kindling waves in the magic of the summer clouds and glorious sunshine;-no, never need an American look beyond his own country for the sublime and beautiful of natural scenery.”
“Her milletin billur gibi bir aynaya ihtiyacı var, aptallıklarını görmek için, riyakârlıklarını görmek için, hatalarını ve kötülüklerini görmek için! Hiçbir millet aziz değildir! Her milletin tarihi ilkelliklerle ve barbarlıklarla doludur, savaşlarla ve cinayetlerle doludur! Her millet kendi yüzünü açık bir şekilde görsün! Yüzleriyle yüzleşsinler böylece gelecekte belki daha iyi bir şey olurlar!”