H Quotes
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“His dark eyes were on the road ahead, thoughtful. “No. I was hoping to go back to Tucson and see if I could get this hot chick I know to go out with me. I hear she’s in demand, though. She keeps putting me off each time I try to plan something romantic.”
“Yeah, well, maybe if you come up with a good itinerary, you could lure her out.”
“I was thinking dinner at Joe’s.”
I made a face. “If that’s the case, maybe you’d better brace yourself for rejection.”
“Red Pepper Bistro?”
“Okay. Now you’re in the zone.”
“Followed by a long massage in the sauna.”
“That’s pretty good too.”
“And then indecent things in the sauna.”
“I hope you mean you’ll be doing the indecent things—because I more than did my share last night.”
Kiyo glanced over at me with a mischievous grin. “Who says I’m talking about you?”
Source: Thorn Queen
“His dark gaze searched her face. “Aren’t you curious, inspector? A kiss—and only a kiss.”
Only a kiss . . . from someone who wanted her. Longing slipped through her, tugging at hopes best kept buried. Yes, Mina wanted to know. But she couldn’t afford it.
“No,” she said.
He smiled. “Liar.”
Source: The Iron Duke
“His dark hair is perfectly recklessly up today, those tanned muscles flexing as he extends out his arms and does his little turn. And here I am, my breath caught between my lungs and my lips as he turns around and scans the crowd. As soon as he spots me, his eyes come alive, as alive as I feel when he smiles at me. He holds my gaze while those dimples flash, and I swear he stares at me in a way that makes me feel that I am the only woman here.”
“His dark hair was still wet and fell around his head in a tousled way that was too sexy for his own good.
Scarlet wanted to run her hands through it - but oh wait. That could kill him.
Definitely too sexy for his own good.”
Source: Avow
“His dark head bent lower over hers. One of his hands released her shoulder, and his fingertips grazed the delicate curls at her temple. He was tight-lipped, as if enduring an exquisitely painful torture. Sara made an inarticulate sound as she felt his knuckles brush the highest edge of her cheek. The brightness of his gaze was like harsh sunlight. She felt as if she were drowning in the depths of burning green. His large hand cradled her cheek and jaw, his thumb testing the downy surface. "I'd forgotten how soft your skin was," he murmured.”
Source: Dreaming of You
“His day is done.
Is done.
The news came on the wings of a wind, reluctant to carry its burden.
Nelson Mandela’s day is done.
The news, expected and still unwelcome, reached us in the United States, and suddenly our world became somber.
Our skies were leadened.
His day is done.
We see you, South African people standing speechless at the slamming of that final door through which no traveller returns.
Our spirits reach out to you Bantu, Zulu, Xhosa, Boer.
We think of you and your son of Africa, your father, your one more wonder of the world.
We send our souls to you as you reflect upon your David armed with a mere stone, facing down the mighty Goliath.
Your man of strength, Gideon, emerging triumphant.
Although born into the brutal embrace of Apartheid, scarred by the savage atmosphere of racism, unjustly imprisoned in the bloody maws of South African dungeons.
Would the man survive? Could the man survive?
His answer strengthened men and women around the world.
In the Alamo, in San Antonio, Texas, on the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, in Chicago’s Loop, in New Orleans Mardi Gras, in New York City’s Times Square, we watched as the hope of Africa sprang through the prison’s doors.
His stupendous heart intact, his gargantuan will hale and hearty.
He had not been crippled by brutes, nor was his passion for the rights of human beings diminished by twenty-seven years of imprisonment.
Even here in America, we felt the cool, refreshing breeze of freedom.
When Nelson Mandela took the seat of Presidency in his country where formerly he was not even allowed to vote we were enlarged by tears of pride, as we saw Nelson Mandela’s former prison guards invited, courteously, by him to watch from the front rows his inauguration.
We saw him accept the world’s award in Norway with the grace and gratitude of the Solon in Ancient Roman Courts, and the confidence of African Chiefs from ancient royal stools.
No sun outlasts its sunset, but it will rise again and bring the dawn.
Yes, Mandela’s day is done, yet we, his inheritors, will open the gates wider for reconciliation, and we will respond generously to the cries of Blacks and Whites, Asians, Hispanics, the poor who live piteously on the floor of our planet.
He has offered us understanding.
We will not withhold forgiveness even from those who do not ask.
Nelson Mandela’s day is done, we confess it in tearful voices, yet we lift our own to say thank you.
Thank you our Gideon, thank you our David, our great courageous man.
We will not forget you, we will not dishonor you, we will remember and be glad that you lived among us, that you taught us, and that you loved us all.”
Source: His Day Is Done: A Nelson Mandela Tribute
“His days were full of nights.”
Source: The Mountain Clinic
“His days were light beer: lacking potency and barely intoxicating. Hardly worth investing in and perhaps that was why he barely ever spent anything on them. He was a shipwreck at the bottom of the sea. Something useless and long forgotten about, only to treasure hunters still of worth. Maybe that was what Helen was: a treasure hunter and therefore convinced that she had use for him.
~ As the moon began to rust”
“His deadpan expression turned bitter with a curl of his lip. “Save your sermon for some other sap. Nobody shares money—not even dead people. Why do you think they invented wills and trust funds?”
Source: Ruthless Shadow
“His dear face, dear to her, dearer still. how could she love his face more for its damage? What kind of person saw someone's suffering and felt her heart crack open even wider, even more sweetly than before?
There was something wrong with her. It was wrong to want to touch a scar and call it beautiful.”
Source: The Winner's Crime
“His death brings new experience to my life - that of a wound that will not heal.”
Source: A German Officer in Occupied Paris: The War Journals, 1941-1945
“His death eclipsed the gayety of nations, and impoverished the public stock of harmless pleasure.”
Source: The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL. D.: With and Essay on His Life and Genius
“His death hit me hard, and I was never able to let him go. Even though I’d seen him dead and buried, the truth was that he had never really left me. I grew up measuring myself against him, counting the years, thinking: one day I’ll be as old as Tavică was.”
“His death kind of ruined him for me.”
Source: Kill the Boy Band
“His death took place on the same day, at the same time of the same month as Katie’s: Monday 12th November at 4am in the morning, on her tenth year anniversary. The old radio suddenly came live and the song Immortality by Celine Dion played. Emma proved you can love the man and hate the disease. She was relieved Ronan’s suffering had ended and that he had gone before her as he was so ill”
“His debtors always assumed he'd demand their firstborn. Like I'm fucking Rumpelstiltskin? What would Lothaire do with countless squalling babes? Raise them in a kennel?”
Source: Lothaire
“His decisions are neither emotional nor selfish, for he knows that many people look up to him. His primary objective is to impart to generations all the blessings bestowed upon him.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“His decisive split with the world in which he grew rich and famous is a modern example of alchemical Separation, in which the initiate is forced to take an objective look at his life from the highest perspective and get rid of that which does not serve the deeper purpose of his existence.”
Source: The Emerald Tablet: Alchemy for Personal Transformation
“His deep voice drifted to her through the crowd of women. “…my lady when she returns. Och, there ye are, Blossom,” Faolán grinned, standing up and taking her hand so she could ease back into the restaurant booth. “These lasses were just asking if I was a stripper. I told them I doona think so,” he said, his face clouded with uncertainty. “I’m not, am I?”
The inquisitive lasses in question flushed scarlet and scattered to the four corners of the room at the murderous look on Colleen’s face. “No, you’re not, but I guess I can see how they’d think that,” she muttered darkly. “What you are is a freaking estrogen magnet.”
Source: Rogue on the Rollaway
“His deep voice rumbled. "You are all that ever mattered to me.”
Source: Blue Moon
“His definition of “I love you” and your definition are likely completely different. It's an “I love you” crisis. The real challenge is not the words, or whether the other person means them, but rather being clear on your definition, your expectation, and ultimately how you want to be treated. Think about how you feel in this relationship, the quality of your communication and collaboration, and your partner’s behavior. Pay attention to the other person’s actions and regard. Saying “I love you” is easy; being present and engaged in a relationship is a different matter.”
Source: Should I Stay or Should I Go?: Surviving a Relationship with a Narcissist
“His delicate blue-ish cheeks dusted the softest shade of pink, and he bit that bottom lip again. The backdrop of thick black trees, and grey and white grass made his colors even more vivid. Pink, blue, purple, with big, green eyes. He was a tiny rainbow in a sea of black.”
Source: The Blue Path
“His delicate body was
exposed like an offering, bared before the ghost. The ghost’s treasure, the ghost’s heart, the ghost’s greed.
He could finally possess this treasure, receiving what he wanted.”
Source: Ghost Marriage [阴亲]
“His departure gave Catherine the first experimental conviction that a loss may be sometimes a gain.”
Source: Northanger abbey
“His descent was like nightfall.”
Source: The Iliad
“His desire to bless you goes infinitely beyond your own personal desire to secure His blessing. There is always peace in His presence. Do not disturb this by anxiety to know what is in store for tomorrow. Out of the very tranquility of worship will be born the guidance you need.”
Source: Total Love
“His desperation and misery swept her up like a storm capturing the sea. She turned her mind to even these feelings, because they were his, like his terrified rage in the lift when they had first met, being wrapped in his arms in the cold well, being dazzled by his wonder at the woods and her home and her. Like being a child, awareness of him the morning chorus that woke her and the lullaby that sent her to sleep, his thoughts always her first and last song.I love you, Kami told him, and cut.”
“his dick, for example, was just that. It wasn’t odd or typical. It just was, by god. And isn’t that nice?”
Source: Which Brings Me to You
“His dick is softened by alcohol and this makes him frightening, the idea that he will try to hurt me in some other way.”
Source: The Wren, the Wren
“His dimples should come with an advisory label: Will cause hearts to flutter and panties to spontaneously combust.”
Source: Take a Risk Bundle
“His discontent stemmed from dislike rather than appreciation for the hardness growing in him, and the fear that in another ten years he would not recognise himself. The fear that in another twenty, he would not even remember that any doubt had disturbed him. And that in some distant future, age and death would find him—the first person in history to utter on his deathbed: I wish I’d spent more time at the office.”
Source: The Value of Vulnerability
“His disheveled appearance could not hide his attractive qualities. And at first sight she could have sworn she'd come upon a character from one of her books—the gallant prince turned pirate. Perhaps it was his tall, strong form and unshaven face that gave him such a roguish appearance. It also wasn't hard to look into his blue eyes, which peered out from beneath his lengthy wet mop of black hair.”
Source: Ruby
“His distress and pleasure mixed and married, giving birth to several anxious children.”
Source: The Last Summer (of You and Me)
“His Divine Goodness asks that we never do good in any place to make ourselves look important but that we always consider Him directly, immediately, and without intermediary in all our actions.”
Source: Correspondence, Conferences, Documents: Correspondence; January 1640-July 1646)
“His divine spark lives within me, a presence that will never leave. And I am but one of many tools He has at His disposal. If I cannot act - if I refuse to act - that is a choice I am allowed to make. He has given me life, and all I must do to serve Him is to live. Fully and with my whole heart. With this knowledge comes a true understanding of all the gifts He has given me.”
“His doctors said he was, in many ways, the most remarkable patient they'd ever seen. His bravery, so stark and real, that even those used to seeing people in dire circumstances were moved by his example.”
“His door is closed behind me. It's staying closed. He's letting me go. I think I've made myself very clear, but no ones stepping forward to stop me. A lot of you cared, just not enough. And that...that is what i needed to find out. And I did find out. And I'm sorry.”
“His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.”
“His dream of last night came back, when he was wide awake, people and disaster and stones riven with light.”
Source: The Goblin Mirror
“His dreams are like commercials.”
“His dreams deferred, ambitions buried, career compromised, to keep the peace at home at the cost of peace of mind.”
Source: Mr. - Untold story of husbands
“His dreams had always been Houdiniesque: they were the dreams of a pupa struggling in its blind cocoon, mad for a taste of light and air.”
Source: The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
“His dreamscape sent a tongue of fire across my flowers.”
Source: The Mime Order
“His dress told her nothing, but his face told her things which she was glad to know.”
Source: Once On A Time
“His dress was fashionable but had a certain rumpled appearance of one who is distracted rather than careless.”
Source: The Matchmaker of Pemberley: An Amorous Sequel to All Jane Austen's Novels
“His drinking, of course, only aggravated what it was meant to alleviate.”
“His driving is unbelievable. I don't go that far on my holidays.”
“His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.”
Source: The Night Before Christmas
“His duchess rode like a woman born to the saddle, moving gracefully with the horse. Here, on the riding path in Green Park, her smooth mask of serenity slipped, and she became a woman saturated in bliss. It was as if the wind in her face and the great beast beneath her made her forget who she wished to be- and instead made her who she was.
Remington wanted her to look like that for him, too. He wanted her to rise and fall above him, her face absorbed in pleasure, as she took him inside her again and again...”
Source: One Kiss From You
“His [E.T.A. Hoffmann's] uncle Otto was at this time a fussy, pedantic old bachelor, who was vegetating on into middle life without employment or ambitions, and quite devoid of ideas.”
Source: Hoffmann: Author of the Tales