H Quotes
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“His [brother in law Jim Hampson] appointment to the Episcopal parish in Wenham, near Gordon College brought them in close touch with leading evangelical faculty members in their pews and church leadership, including Elizabeth Elliot and Addison Leitch. They were instrumental in drawing Jim and and Sarah into the cutting edge of evangelical intellectual leadership, with friendships with Tom Howard and J.I. Packer. My ongoing relationship with Jim Packer, FitzSimons Allison and many other brilliant Anglican evangelicals would not have happened without Jim Hampson. His early influence on me in my transition from modern to classic Christian teaching was immense. While I was trying to demythologize Scripture, he was taking its plain meaning seriously. His strong preaching led him to become one of the founding sponsors and supporters of Trinity School of Ministry in Abridge, Pennsylvania...”
Source: A Change of Heart: A Personal and Theological Memoir
“His brother maintained that what sent people backing away was neither his size nor his mother's blood, but solely the expression on his face. To test Samuel's theory, Charles had tried smiling - and then solemnly reported to Samuel that he had been mistaken. When Charles smiled, he told Samuel, people just ran faster.”
Source: Fair Game
“His brothers could tease him about his height or the number of scars he was collecting on his body. He could take the joke when they said he would die having never won a fair wrestling match. But the topic of Bettin still smarted too much. He'd imagined being with her always. Now when he closed his eyes, he had trouble imagining anything else.”
Source: River Secrets
“His brow is seamed with line and scar; His cheek is red and dark as wine; The fires as of a Northern star Beneath his cap of sable shine. His right hand, bared of leathern glove, Hangs open like an iron gin, You stoop to see his pulses move, To hear the blood sweep out and in. He looks some king, so solitary In earnest thought he seems to stand, As if across a lonely sea He gazed impatient of the land. Out of the noisy centuries The foolish and the fearful fade; Yet burn unquenched these warrior eyes, Time hath not dimmed, nor death dismayed.”
Source: Collected Poems, 1901-1918
“His brown eyes would roam around the various sentimental and artistic bric-a-brac present, and his own banal toiles (the conventionally primitive eyes, sliced guitars, blue nipples and geometrical designs of the day), and with a vague gesture toward a painted wooden bowl or veined vase, he would say "Prenez donc une des ces poires. La bonne dame d'en face m'en offre plus que je n'en peux savourer." Or: "Mississe Taille Lore vient de me donner ces dahlias, belles fleurs que j'exècre.”
Source: Lolita
“His brows rose. 'So, you finally admit it. You do care for me.”
Source: Hearts of Gold Collection
“His brows rose. “And how is it that you have come to be such an expert on scrapes and bruises?” “I’m a governess,” she said. Because really, that ought to be explanation enough.”
“his burden didn't feel any lighter. but he felt strong enough to carry it”
“His burgundy sweater was so soft it might as well have been made of angel kisses. I breathed in, deep and reflexively, and then immediately wished I hadn't because, god, he smelled good.
Beyond good.
I had no idea if it was some sort of expensive cologne, or the soap he used--- or if all vampires smelled this amazing if you breathed them in right at the source. All I knew was that the scent of him made me want to crawl inside his soft, fitted shirt and wrap myself up in it. Right there, on the crowded Red Line train, all the other passengers be damned.”
Source: My Roommate Is a Vampire
“His calls for justice were lost at the mercy of the wind and human indifference.”
“His calm and gentle tone was like an anchor in a ferocious sea, keeping me from drifting into a current of heartache.”
Source: Discovering Stella
“His Calm restored along with the smoke filling his lungs – and it felt like becoming the center of the world. Everything moved around him in chaos, screams, wind, and fire, and he just stood still. A mountain amidst the universe.”
Source: Winds of Strife
“His calumny is not only the greatest benefit a rogue can confer on us, but the only service he will perform for nothing.”
“His camera at home was just too crummy. That’s why all his pictures came out too dark or too light, and everyone in them had glowing red dots in their eyes. Greg wondered if this camera was any good.”
Source: Say Cheese and Die!
“His candle began to flicker rhythmically as if someone blew on it from a distance.”
Source: The Swan Lake Murders
“His car....had the black-tinted windows I usually associated with south Florida or drug dealers. Or is that redundant?”
Source: Bum Steer
“His caressing palm on her butt almost had her lulled into la-la land when he murmured, "You're mom's got a nice ass. ”Willow's eyes popped open. "Excuse me?" "What?" he defended. "You always like pillow talk after sex.”
Source: The Right to Remain Mine
“His cell phone in his pocket offered a near-constant reminder of his addiction. “The devil is in your hand,” he wrote in his journal.”
Source: Losing Big: America's Reckless Bet on Sports Gambling
“His cell-phone rang. Dominic fumbled for it on the nightstand next to the couch, the dim lights not helping his endeavour. He had piercing, generic, banal fluorescent lights on his face all the time at work and at University, it was so bad it made him loathe even natural sunlight. Lucky this apartment’s living room light had a dimmer. He flipped open his phone and said hello. ‘Hey Dom, how you doin’?’ a voice boomed. It was Ben. They proceeded to talk about the upcoming exams, which were deceptively close as it was week 10 at the moment. Yes, they would be alright. Yes, they would meet up afterwards. No, he hadn’t studied more than Ben had. As he clapped the phone closed after the genial conversation reached its natural nadir, he had forgotten most of what had been said”
Source: Maldives Malady: A Tropical Adventure
“His cell phone rang, one of those extremely annoying songs that cell phone owners are so in love with because for some reason they can't tolerate a plain old-fashioned ring.”
“His cellphone alarm beeped. Now. Who would he nail?
A single target tonight. So, a single bullet in the gun.
David put the crosshairs on one of the guys walking out of the Quick Trip. Tall man, longish hair, scruffy beard. The guy pulled keys from his pocket and the crosshairs settled on his face.
What was next? David pulled the trigger. The back of the guy’s head exploded. A massive wound.
The guy’s friend looked around. The pregnant woman screamed. The black guy ran. The girls hugged each other.
David pulled the trunk lid back down. Clicked and locked. A gentle walkway wound around the mall. Sol slowly drove away.
David’s breaths came fast, almost pants. He then took his black pants off and removed his soiled underwear. He reached in the plastic bag for the fresh pair. Changing in the trunk of a dark and hot and moving car was difficult. Just part of the job now.
When he pulled the trigger, he orgasmed. Always did.
David slowed his breathing. Taylor series for ex = 1 + x + X2 / 2! + X3 / 3! etc.
Yes, that was better.
He closed his eyes and let go of the rope and let the rifle roll to one side. That guy’s head exploded.
They drove away, below the speed limit. Didn’t want to attract attention. No need to, in no hurry.”
“His chains chinked softly. I seldom fling children from towers to improve their health. Yes, I meant for him to die.”
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
“His chair glides a few inches closer and he's in my face, all shoulders and cologne.”
Source: The Girl Who Fell
“His changes are true,
And oh for a reason.
His work is eternal,
And arrives in due season.”
Source: Hope Doesn't Hide
“His changing was brutal, not a shifting and a merging, but a murdering of one form to make way for the other.”
Source: No Season but the Summer
“His character is like an emerald—multifaceted and enhanced by inclusions.”
Source: Corcitura
“His character would be blamed, loathed, discussed, and adored – but somewhere there, behind his mask of a hero, Cardew would remain faceless.
Anonymous.”
Source: Nightmarish Sacrifice
“His characters are ravaged, beaten. They walk through infernos and emerge charred doves.”
Source: Night Film
“His characters are ravaged, beaten. They walk through infernos and emerged charred doves.”
“His chariot was stuck in a hole and wasn't moving any further. He sat on it and waited for someone to come and push it. When none did that, he got down and began pushing it by himself. Soon, a few people arrived around him and began pushing his chariot with him. Among them, one was the god himself.”
Source: The Swords of Light and Darkness
“His cheek bones were protruding and eyes were sunk. I waved at him but he stole the gaze.”
Source: Fourteen Urban Folklore
“His Cheek is his Biographer- As long as he can blush.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)
“His cheek pillows pushed up by a thin, slanting smile, a fine channel like a scar from nose to upper lip.”
Source: The Shipping News
“His cheek pillows pushed up by a thing, slanting smile, a fine channel like a scar from nose to upper lip.”
Source: The Shipping News
“His cheek twitched. With Jeremy, this was the equivalent of an emotional outburst.”
Source: Bitten
“His cheeks were slick with tears that spilled over his diamond eyes, a ceaseless flow he neither noticed nor appeared to care about. And she had a feeling it was going to be a while before the leaking stopped-an inner artery had been nicked and this was the blood of his heart, spilling out of him, covering him.”
Source: Lover Unleashed: A Novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood
“His cheeks were wet, and she was blotting them with a napkin, and he was too lost to feel embarrassed. “I know they love me, and I love them, but I don’t know how to forgive them.”
Source: Spoiler Alert
“HIs chess-playing methods did the same thing — as did the games on the Colossi — and posed the question as to where a line could be drawn between the 'intelligent' and the 'mechanical'. His view, expressed in terms of the imitation principle, was that there was no such line, and neither did he ever draw a sharp distinction between the 'states of mind' approach and the 'instruction note' approach to the problem of reconciling the appearance of freedom and of determinism.”
Source: Alan Turing: The Enigma
“His chest protruded like a deprived marigold craning its petals to soak in the sun.”
Source: Rage Against the Machine
“His chest rose and fell, his face oddly peaceful in sleep.
It was strange, having the bane of her existence, keeping watch over her while she slept--and not in a jail cell.”
Source: Phantom's Daughter
“His chest swelled with pride at her words. “Good, because no one touches my girl unless she wants to be touched. No woman should ever be violated. That’s something my mom made sure we understood. She said a woman’s body was a temple, and you should never enter it without an invitation. I was just a kid and didn’t understand at the time, but she stressed it so much that I remember.”
Source: Sempre
“His chestnut eyes have seen six decades worth of what should have been three.”
Source: Blackpines: The Magpie Witch: The North Star in Eclipse
“His chief delights were of a less public and philanthropic kind, requiring many explanations of sounds which seemed peculiar even amidst that babel of the damned. Among these sounds were frequent revolver-shots—surely not uncommon on a battlefield, but distinctly uncommon in an hospital. Dr. West’s reanimated specimens were not meant for long existence or a large audience.”
Source: Herbert West—Reanimator
“His chief form of entertainment was reading. The last moments he was in a cabin were usually spent scanning bookshelves and nightstands. The life inside a book always felt welcoming to Knight. It pressed no demands on him, while the world of actual human interactions was so complex. Conversations between people can move like tennis games, swift and unpredictable. There are constant subtle visual and verbal cues, there's innuendo, sarcasm, body language, tone. Everyone occasionally fumbles an encounter, a victim of social clumsiness. It's part of being human.
To Knight, it all felt impossible. His engagement with the written word might have been the closest he could come to genuine human encounters. The stretch of days between thieving raids allowed him to tumble into the pages, and if he felt transported he could float in bookworld, undisturbed, for as long as he pleased.”
Source: The Stranger in the Woods: The Extraordinary Story of the Last True Hermit
“His childhood instilled in him a dislike of religious dogma and sexual prudery as well as a deep class-consciousness alongside his ambition to transcend his meager beginning, Science would become his religion”
Source: How the Clinic Made Gender: The Medical History of a Transformative Idea
“His childhood passed in quiet anxiety.”
Source: Teach Us to Want: Longing, Ambition and the Life of Faith
“His children do not have to look elsewhere for a role model. They find it right there in their dad—a family man on a mission to change the world.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“His chin grazed the top of my head and then his lips brushed across my forehead. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “I’ll be right here when you wake up, sweetheart. I promise.”
“His chin rested on top of my head as he stroked my hair.
"It's alright," he murmured. "I'll keep you safe."
"She okay?"
Ayden jerked away, dropping his hands. And me.”
Source: Demons at Deadnight
“HIS chosen comrades thought at school
He must grow a famous man;
He thought the same and lived by rule,
All his twenties crammed with toil;
'What then?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?'
Everything he wrote was read,
After certain years he won
Sufficient money for his need,
Friends that have been friends indeed;
'What then?' sang Plato's ghost. ' What then?'
All his happier dreams came true --
A small old house, wife, daughter, son,
Grounds where plum and cabbage grew,
poets and Wits about him drew;
'What then.?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?'
The work is done,' grown old he thought,
'According to my boyish plan;
Let the fools rage, I swerved in naught,
Something to perfection brought';
But louder sang that ghost, 'What then?”
Source: The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats