H Quotes
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“Here?"
She gasped, grasping his forearm with her hand.
He growled low in his throat as he watched her attempt to understand the feelings coursing through her. When he spoke, his voice was rough with his own response. "I think you want more than that.”
Source: Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake
“Here she goes again,' Barti pondered at the way Cyra swooned over Professor Halberd Colton, 'caressing her fingertips against his, faking an accidental encounter'. Barti knew what Cyra was trying to do to him—ignite the spark.
'Ha, there’s nothing to ignite, you motherless goat! He’s mine! Or soon he will be.”
Source: The Drop Dead Darlings
“Here she is mending her dress; mending her dress as usual, he thought; here she’s been sitting all the time I’ve been in India; mending her dress; playing about; going to parties; running to the House and back and all that, he thought, growing more and more irritated, more and more agitated, for there’s nothing in the world so bad for some women as marriage, he thought; and politics; and having a Conservative husband, like the admirable Richard. So it is, so it is, he thought, shutting his knife with a snap.”
Source: Mrs. Dalloway
“Here she is,” her mum said, cooing at the baby, “my special girl.” “Oh, cheers,” Valkyrie said, rolling her eyes.”
Source: Death Bringer (Skulduggery Pleasant, Book 6)
“Here she tossed her foot impatiently, and showed an inch or two of calf. A sailor on the mast, who happened to look down at the moment, started so violently that he missed his footing and only saved himself by the skin of his teeth. 'If the sight of my ankles means death to an honest fellow who, no doubt, has a wife and family to support, I must, in all humanity, keep them covered,' Orlando thought. Yet her legs were among her chieftest beauties. And she fell to thinking what an odd pass we have come to when all a woman's beauty has to be kept covered lest a sailor fall from a mast-head. 'A pox on them!' she said, realizing for the first time what, in other circumstances, she would have been taught as a child, that is to say, the sacred responsibilities of womanhood...”
Source: Orlando
“Here she was, harboring this pulsating lump of hatred burning in her stomach that had only gotten hotter and hotter in the years she had been robbed of a confrontation, an explanation, and yet still she did not have the courage to sink her knife right into Roma's chest, to get revenge in the only way she knew how.”
Source: These Violent Delights
“Here she was on the other side of the grating—here she was at last, on the outside—looking in!”
Source: The Borrowers
“Here she was, a women who could bolt-load a crossbow in under a second, put half a dozen long arrows in the air in fewer than five, blade a target dead through the sweet spot at six meters, on the run, on an off day; and yet knitting a pair of baby booties seemed completely beyond her power.”
Source: The Passage: A Novel (Book One of The Passage Trilogy)
“Here she was, being rescued by a socialist, feminist, lesbian, baby-killing, foreign terrorist. What would the ladies in the sewing circle say to that?”
“Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.”
“Here sighs and cries and shrieks of lamentation
echoed throughout the starless air of Hell;
at first these sounds resounding made me weep:
tongues confused, a language strained in anguish
with cadences of anger, shrill outcries
and raucous groans that joined with sounds of hands,
raising a whirling storm that turns itself
forever through that air of endless black,
like grains of sand swirling when a whirlwind blows.
And I, in the midst of all this circling horror,
began, "Teacher, what are these sounds I hear?
What souls are these so overwhelmed by grief?"
And he to me: "This wretched state of being
is the fate of those sad souls who lived a life
but lived it with no blame and with no praise.
They are mixed with that repulsive choir of angels
neither faithful nor unfaithful to their God,
who undecided stood but for themselves.
Heaven, to keep its beauty, cast them out,
but even Hell itself would not receive them,
for fear the damned might glory over them."
And I. "Master, what torments do they suffer
that force them to lament so bitterly?"
He answered: "I will tell you in few words:
these wretches have no hope of truly dying,
and this blind life they lead is so abject
it makes them envy every other fate.
The world will not record their having been there;
Heaven's mercy and its justice turn from them.
Let's not discuss them; look and pass them by...”
“Here silence stands Like heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken, Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken, Luminously-peopled air ascends; And past the poppies bluish neutral distance Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach Of shapes and shingle. Here is unfenced existence: Facing the sun, untalkative, out of reach.”
Source: The Whitsun Weddings
“Here sir, the people govern.”
Source: Selected writings and speeches of Alexander Hamilton
“Here Skugg lies snug As a bug in a rug.”
“Here, sleep with your back against me. I shall protect you better this way.”
She nodded, shuffled closer, and leaned back against him. Her unique womanly scent washed over him, and he fortified his resolve, though having her so close on a bed of furs fired his blood. She dragged her fur up, and he draped his extra across, tucking it in around her shoulders and arms.
“I do not fancy having one of them lying next to you. Besides, I wish not for your pinkie to wander.”
Source: Must Love Chainmail
“Here sleeps Saon, of Acanthus, son of Dicon, a holy sleep: say not that the good die.”
Source: The Works of Hesiod, Callimachus, and Theognis
“Here society is reduced to its original elements, the whole fabric of art and conventionality is struck rudely to pieces, and men find themselves suddenly brought back to the wants and resources of their original natures.”
Source: The Oregon Trail ; The Conspiracy of Pontiac
“Here—something for the road."
"The last of the Longbottom leaf!"
"I know you've run out; you smoke too much, Pippin."
"But we'll see each other soon... Merry?"
"I don't know.... I don't know what going to happen..."
"Merry? MERRY!"
"He's always followed me— everywhere I went, ever since before we were tweens. I would get him into the worst sort of trouble, but I was always there to get him out. Now he's gone. Just like Frodo. And Sam."
"One thing I've learned about Hobbits: they're most hardy folk."
"Foolhardy, maybe. He's a Took!”
“Here Spring just grows and greens and warms, spreading life, wrapping us in her arms, until suddenly we realize that she's not a girl anymore. She's a woman. A woman named Summer.”
Source: Notes From The Tilt-A-Whirl: Wide-Eyed Wonder in God's Spoken World
“Here stands a girl clutching a knife. There is grease on the stove, blood in the air, and angry words piled in the corners. We are trained not to see it, not to see any of it. . . . Someone just ripped off my eyelids.”
Source: The Impossible Knife of Memory
“Here Stormbringer spies the Stepsons, the Theban fighters, and the 3rd Commando, attending to their own. In the face of such unflinching determination and unswerving devotion, the hurricane pauses and calms. Its ravings turn to mutters.”
Source: The Sacred Band
“Here, supposing that neither Harry Perkins nor the servants nor some outsider called ‘X’ had killed Stephen Anthony, was a murderer. He or she was drinking with the rest, talking with the rest casually, remembering little family jokes with the rest and saying with them, ‘Remember when we all—’ and laughing when they laughed. And perhaps the murderer, sitting there with the others, almost forgot at times he was a murderer, because even a murderer cannot always remember, as the grief-stricken cannot always remember grief.
But it must come back again and again, that sense of being a murderer. Sometimes it must come in the middle of speech, confusing a thought already formulated—it must go round and round in the head, the knowledge of murder and of pursuit. The thought that shrewd men and clumsy men, intelligent men and dogged men, men in blue uniforms and men in slouch hats, were everywhere after you must make a coldness in your mind. Here a man was talking to somebody, and perhaps a word would give you away. Here a man was peering through a comparison microscope at tiny scratches on a piece of metal, and perhaps some scratch would give you away. Here a man was sifting through papers, steadily, unwearingly, looking for some written word that would give you away. And when he was tired, another man would look. And somewhere men in white uniforms were probing with knives into the body of the man you had killed, looking for something which would give you away.
All over the city, you would think, men would be searching for you—in words and in metal, in scraps of paper, in the things you did yesterday and the things your victims had planned to do tomorrow—and there would be no stopping them. Because, whatever they tolerated, the police did not tolerate murder, or ever give up looking for a murderer.”
Source: Hanged for a Sheep
“Here tail moved, in another dimension, as if its tip was catching messages her other organs could not. She sat poised, air-light, looking, hearing, feeling, smelling, breathing, with all of her, fur, whiskers, ears---everything, in delicate vibration.”
Source: On Cats
“Here take back the stuff that I am, nature, knead it back into the dough of being, make of me a bush, a cloud, whatever you will, even a man, only no longer make me.”
“Here, take my advise ... I'm not using it." (John Jolliffe)”
“Here. Tea.” Reagan hands me a steaming mug. One sip tells me it’s not just tea.
“You spiked the drink of an injured person,” I state flatly, the alcohol burning in my throat.
“Who does that?”
“It’s better than what a lame horse gets,”
“Here the artist is, as it were, an archaeologist, uncovering deeper and deeper strata as he works, recovering not an ancient civilization, but something as yet unborn, unseen, unheard, except by the inner eye, the inner ear. He is not just removing apparent surfaces from some external object, he is removing apparent surface from the Self, revealing his original nature.”
Source: Free Play: Improvisation in Life and Art
“Here the attention of the research workers is primarily directed to the problem of reconciling the claims of the special relativity theory with those of the quantum theory. The extraordinary advances made in this field by Dirac ... leave open the question whether it will be possible to satisfy the claims of the two theories without at the same time determining the Sommerfeld fine-structure constant.”
Source: Physics and philosophy: the revolution in modern science
“Here the choice is simple. To remain at play within the field of living, fluid consciousness. Or to turn and face down evil one last time.”
Source: All-Star Superman, Vol. 2
“Here the earth, as if to prove its immensity, empties itself. Gertrude Stein said: 'In the United States there is more space where nobody is than where anybody is. That is what makes America what it is.' The uncluttered stretches of the American West and the deserted miles of roads force a lone traveler to pay attention to them by leaving him isolated in them. This squander of land substitutes a sense of self with a sense of place by giving him days of himself until, tiring of his own small compass, he looks for relief to the bigness outside -- a grandness that demands attention not just for its scope, but for its age, its diversity, its continual change. The isolating immensity reveals what lies covered in places noisier, busier, more filled up. For me, what I saw revealed was this (only this): a man nearly desperate because his significance had come to lie within his own narrow ambit.”
Source: Blue Highways
“Here the fates of nations would be decided, what was at stake was the future of the world. I sensed the weight of the hour, and I think everyone felt the individual in them dissolve, and fear depart.”
Source: Storm of Steel
“Here the first of the things that happened, happened. The first of the things important enough to notice and to remember afterward, among a great many trifling but kindred ones that were not. Some so slight they were not more than gloating, zestful glints of eye or curt hurtful gestures. (Once he accidentally poured a spurt of scalding tea on the back of a waitress' wrist, by not waiting long enough for the waitress to withdraw her hand in setting the cup down, and by turning his head momentarily the other way. The waitress yelped, and he apologized, but he showed his teeth as he did so, and you don't show your teeth in remorse).”
Source: Angels of Darkness
“Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting, Here I shade and hide my thoughts, I myself do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems”
Source: Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1860-1867
“Here the free spirit of mankind, at length,
Throws its last fetters off; and who shall place
A limit to the giant's unchained strength,
Or curb his swiftness in the forward race?”
“Here the Frenchman, Spaniard, and Englishman all passed, leaving each his legend; and a brilliant and more or less feudal civilization with its aristocracy and slaves has departed with the economic system upon which it rested.”
“Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.”
Source: The Prose Works of John Milton
“Here, the logic of childhood had survived, layered over with the grit of someone who needed to make sanctuary real. This was not some forgotten aisle claimed by chaos. It was structure—every angle chosen, every fold proof that the builder believed in comfort as defence.”
Source: Noetic Gravity
“Here, the Memorial Service is alive, over Here, any minute of the Day.”
“Here the only genuine conflict is between true believers. Of a given text in Holy Writ one faction may say this thing and another that, but both agree unreservedly that the text itself is impeccable, and neither in the midst of the most violent disputation would venture to accuse the other of doubt. To call a man a doubter in these parts is equal to accusing him of cannibalism. Even the infidel Scopes himself is not charged with any such infamy.”
“Here the oppression of women is very subtle. If we take female circumcision, the excision of the clitoris, it is done physically in Egypt. But here it is done psychologically and by education. So even if women have the clitoris, the clitoris was banned; it was removed by Freudian theory and by the mainstream culture.”
“Here the people could stand it no longer and complained of the long voyage; but the Admiral cheered them as best he could, holding out good hope of the advantages they would have. He added that it was useless to complain, he had come [to go] to the Indies, and so had to continue it until he found them, with the help of Our Lord.”
“Here the people seem to possess the secret of tranquility and to live lives of more than surface contentment.”
Source: The peninsula
“Here the professor fell silent and looked again at the camera crew. They, too, were silent and stared at him in astonishment. In anguish, the professor threw his tiki torch to the ground, where it broke into several pieces and went out. “I have come too early, my time is not yet. They have not realized that intelligence is dead, and yet they have done it themselves.”
Source: Lamentations on the Nothingness of Being
“Here the question: “Why?” is absent, dogs are to please and to obey. They are not allowed to show the flash in their eyes or show their sharp teeth, fuckers! And I want to cry, I don’t know why, but I want to cry, maybe because of the lost fire in the eyes. The human must be the centre of the world, and so he was painted in that cave. Is it the master who decides who is a dog, what means to be a human?”
Source: The Devil I Know Him
“Here the skeptic finds chaos and the believer further evidence that the hand that made us is divine.”
Source: Public Works: A Dangerous Trade
“Here the sky is wrapped in silk. The breathings of so many men and animals, and the smoke of your coal, and the fog, oh, it is too much. The Paris sky is perfect. A man must see clearly, to see something new.”
Source: The Blind Astronomer's Daughter
“Here the spirit becomes a lion who would conquer his freedom and be master… Who is the great dragon whom the spirit will no longer call lord and go? ‘Thou shalt’ is the name of the great dragon. But the spirit of the lion says, ‘I will.”
“Here the system is creating an industry around the drug issue when it does nothing to stop the corrupt military that moves the drugs, and the big banks that are all in cahoots with the President and the big shots in the Congress.”
“Here the term 'language-game' is meant to bring into prominence the fact that the speaking of language is part of an activity, of a form of life.”
“Here, the tomb of Timokritos, a hero in the wars.
It is the coward whom Ares spares, not the brave.”