H Quotes
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“His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.”
Source: Black Heart
“His eyes made a slow scan of my closet doors, which were cracked. “I thought I heard something.” “Yeah, well, guess what? I’m a living, breathing person, and every now and then I make noise!”
Source: Silence
“His eyes met mine at the soft touch, and a chime seemed to shake the ley line, realigning the universe. He was mine.”
“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.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“His eyes move to my lips, and I know he’s thinking the same thing; I can feel it in the way the air charges between us. I can almost taste him half an inch away, can feel the way the tiny hairs on my skin lift and reach for him like plants seeking the sunlight.”
Source: This Shattered World
“His eyes narrow on the blood, and he points the wooden stick at me. 'You seem to have cut yourself.' I wonder if he's surprised that I'm alive. I wonder if he watched the tower the whole time during his luncheon, waiting for the amusing spectacle of me jumping to my death.
I take the knife out from under my tunic and show it to him, stained a flinty red. I smile. 'I could cut you, too.”
Source: The Cruel Prince
“His eyes narrowed, and I could see the reflexive No in them. I would come to know this type of man, jealous of his little power, to whom I was only a woman.”
Source: Circe
“His eyes narrowed, and I thought this was the moment he would lose his control, begin to shout at me. Maybe even attack me, as he had done before. He stiffened and took a step forward.
Willow growled louder, a wonderfully terrifying sound. She, too, took a step forward, and that stopped Will where he was, as surely as if he had run into a wall.
I said with satisfaction, "You're afraid of her."
"When did you get a dog? She looks mean."
My anger had cooled enough for me to think clear, hard thoughts. To be as cagey as Will himself. I felt as if I had lived multiple lifetimes since I had last seen Will, and I was stronger, tougher, wiser for my experiences. I said in as chilly a tone as I could produce, "This is Willow. She is mean. You want to be careful around her. She'll bite you if you do something she doesn't like, and she never likes anything I don't like."
Willow had never bitten a person in her life, but I had told the truth. She wouldn't let Will or anyone else hurt me if she could possibly help it.”
Source: The Witch's Kind
“His eyes narrowed. “Why do you care?”
Because if I have anything to do with it, the lady is my future wife.”
Source: Hearts of Gold Collection
“His eyes never blinked or wavered from mine, encompassing me in a controlling field.”
Source: Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology
“His eyes never slumber, and His hands never rest; His heart never ceases to beat with love, and His shoulders are never weary of carrying His people's burdens.”
Source: Strengthen My Spirit
“His eyes, of the usual blue, were perhaps remarkably cold, and he certainly could make his glance fall on one as trenchant and heavy as an ax. But even at these times the rest of his person seemed to disclaim the intention. Otherwise there was only an indefinable, faint expression of his lips, some- thing stealthy--a smile--not a smile--I remember it, but
I can't explain. It was unconscious, this smile was, though just after he had said something it got intensified for an instant. It came at the end of his speeches like
a seal applied on the words to make the meaning of the commonest phrase appear absolutely inscrutable.”
“His eyes—once a sweet, melted brown, like syrup—
have hardened. Now they are stony, impenetrable.
Only his hair is the same: that auburn crown, like leaves in autumn.
Impossible. I close my eyes and reopen them: the boy from a dream, from a different lifetime. A boy brought back from the dead.
Alex.”
Source: Pandemonium
“His eyes opened, and he stared at me. The morning light was streaming through the window,and my hair rolled in waves over either shoulder.
“God has smiled upon me. I have the most beautiful wife in all the land.”
Source: Bourne
“His eyes opened. "Name one hero who was happy."
I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophron killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back.
"You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward.
"I can't."
"I know. They never let you be famous and happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."
"Tell me." I loved it when he was like this.
"I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it."
"Why me?"
"Because you're the reason. Swear it."
"I swear it," I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.
"I swear it," I echoed.”
Source: The Song of Achilles
“His eyes, or rather the places where his eyes had been, were beheld. As strange misgrown masses gather in the knotholes of the noblest oaks when prostrate, so from the points which the whale's eyes had once occupied, now protruded blind bulbs, horribly pitiable to see. But pity there was none. For all his old age, and his one arm, and his blind eyes, he must die the death and be murdered, in order to light the gay bridals and other merry makings of men, and also to illuminate the solemn churches that preach unconditional inoffensiveness by all to all.”
Source: moby dick, or, the whale kindle - Annotated : "Moby Dick, or, The Whale Kindle: Navigating Obsession and Nature's Majesty in Herman Melville's Epic Tale."
“His eyes, pale as the glowing pool, pinned me to the spot. So much heat in them. Heat and need and a shadow of frustration, as though he didn't want to want me. His voice lowered, thick as hot cream. "Em, if you're naked in front of me, there's going to be touching."
Yes, please. Now would be good.
"Pretty presumptuous of you, honey pie."
Lucian, the rat bastard, smiled, those hot eyes intent on my face. "Who said it had to be you I'm touching?"
"What?" I could barely think. His nearness was making me light headed.
"I'm not above taking matters into my own hand, if that's the only option."
I pictured him handling all that... girth. The bottom dropped out of me.
"Oh, well played----"
Water ripped, and he was there, big body surrounding me, his mouth inches from mine. "To be clear," he murmured, "if you're naked in front of me, I'd rather touch you."
He was so close, vividly present. Deliciously beautiful. My lids lowered, my lips parting with the need to feel his. I wanted. I wanted.
Our legs brushed under the water, and a shiver danced up my thighs. Lucian grabbed the edge of the pool to brace himself, his arms bracketing me, which made it worse. Water droplets glinted on the dips and swells along his shoulders and arms, drawing my attention to the sheer strength of his body and how good it would feel to touch him.”
Source: Make It Sweet
“His eyes passed over the solid shapes of the instruments and computers that lined the bridge. They winked away innocently at him. He stared out at the stars, but none of them said a word.”
Source: The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
“His eyes reflected a softness I had already forgotten in America.”
Source: The Penitent
“His eyes reflected the light from the hall; behind him, beyond the void, the stars burned in the enduring points; far beyond them, a telescope could have seen the maelstrom of the link, and a million more stars beyond that; and this tiny station spinning around a tiny jeweled planet like the fulcrum of the universe.”
Source: Winter’s Orbit
“His eyes reflected the open grey of the autumnal sky.”
Source: Daughter of the Forest
“His eyes said what I cannot see.”
“His eyes search mine, more serious than his tone would indicate, and I know he’s looking to see whether or not I’m falling apart. He doesn’t need to.”
Source: Perfect Lies
“His eyes search the crowd until they find my face. My heartbeat lives in my throat; lives in my cheeks. "I still don't understand," he says softly, "how she knew that it would work.”
“His eyes searched hers. “I’d rather just be me. Feel comfortable in my own skin and be able to speak my mind without having to carry a damned thesaurus. Sure doesn’t seem worth giving up who you are to please others. Far as I’m concerned, they either like me or they don’t. Their choice.”
Source: Slow Ride Home
“His eyes shone when he looked at her, green as spring grass. He has always had green eyes, said the voice in her head. People often marvel at how much alike you are, he and your mother and yourself. His name is Jonathan and he is your brother; he has always protected you. Somewhere in the back of Clary’s mind she saw black eyes and whip marks, but she didn’t know why. He’s your brother. He’s your brother, and he’s always taken care of you.”
“His eyes slid to mine, amused and questioning. He said down the bond, And do you think I need to redecorate our home?
We passed open-air chambers full of fat, silk pillows and plush carpets, passed windows whose panes were arranged in colourful medleys, passed urns overflowing with lavender and fountains gurgling clearest water under the mild rays of the sun.
It's not a competition, I trilled to him.
His hand tightened on mine. Well, even if Thesan has a prettier palace, I'm the only one blessed with a High Lady at my side.
I couldn't help my blush.
Especially as Rhys added, Tonight, I want you to wear that crown to bed. Only the crown.
Scoundrel.
Always.
I smiled, and he leaned in smoothly to brush a kiss to my cheek.
Mor muttered a plea for mercy from mates.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“His eyes softened. "But it doesn't change what we are to each other. It's like there's always been a piece of my soul missing, and it's inside you, Clary. I know I told you once that whether God exists or not, we're on our own. But when I'm with you, I'm not.”
Source: Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instruments Series (5 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass; City of Fallen Angels, City of Lost Souls
“His eyes softened. I thought maybe he pitied me, but it was something else. "Ultimately, it will be your burden to bear. It's always the Mortal who bears it. Trust me, I know." "I don't trust you and you're wrong. We aren't too different." "Mortals. I envy you. You think you can change things. Stop the universe. Undo what was done long before you came along. You are such beautiful creatures." He was talking to me, but it didn't feel like he was talking about me anymore. "I apologize for the intrusion. I'll leave you to your sleep.”
“His eyes spark as his gaze dips to my cleavage, and this gives me courage. I shift forward and slip my hands under his shirt, brushing my fingers against the muscles of his abdomen. Noah sharply inhales and, in seconds, his shirt is off and thrown into the corner of the tent.
I love his naked chest, and I decide to play. Biting my bottom lip, hoping to contain the smile, I nudge Noah’s shoulder, indicating for him to lie down. He flashes his wicked grin and reclines back, except he snags his hand around my wrist and tugs me with him.
I laugh as I come face-to-face with him. My body on top of his and when I wiggle, I close my eyes, liking the pleasure of intimate parts touching. My hips squirm and with the movement, Noah immediately kisses my lips while knotting his fingers in my hair.
There’s no subtlety in our kiss. All of the passion, all of the longing, all of the emotion rush out of us like water hurtling toward a cliff. It’s fast and raw and out of control.”
Source: Breaking the Rules
“his eyes stare at her lips
like they're the only source of water”
Source: Sapling: The Beginner's Guide to the Art of Modern Poetry
“His eyes, staring out at her from the photograph, looked – she searched for another word to describe them and failed – he looked evil. There was a blankness to him, as if the normal human emotions that you took for granted in everyone you met had been excised. It was the kind of stare you might see in a wolf or a shark; a creature who did not care how kind you were, what your story was, the dreams you had for your child.”
Source: My Mother's Secret
“His eyes they held the most dangerous thing, they held the top of the sins. Indifference. Indifference. A vacancy where human care should be.”
Source: Wake, Siren: Ovid Resung
“his eyes took in the barren slopes and the scattered boulders and the lonley gray road windingits way into the fading hills,and i could feel him thinking to himself this is no place to die”
Source: The Road of the Dead
“His eyes touched every part of her. Even parts that may never have been touched before. They flashed with lightning, singing along her nerves with electric currents of heat. A sultry, answering thunder whipped through her, calling forth a storm so unexpected, she almost felt betrayed by her own body.”
Source: The Highlander
“His eyes touched lightly, and passed on.”
Source: Lion of Babylon
“His eyes trapped mine and although I could have stared at that face all night, I had to look away in order to breathe.
I wondered whether I preferred the slick tuxedoed hunk, or the rugged version that looked like he’d just wrestled a bear.
Both.”
Source: A Taste of Peace
“His eyes traveled the length of me and as they were doing this, he cut me off again. “Jesus, what the f**k you got on?”
I looked down at my yoga clothes then back at him. “I just got back from yoga.”
His eyes took their time sliding back up my body before they locked on mine. “You finish that Employee Handbook, you make that,” he tipped his head to me, “the dress code.”
Source: Motorcycle Man
“His eyes undress his ancient unrevealable emotions.
…
A suffocating pain is hidden in his eyes.
His heart is locked in the depth of the eternal abyss.
…
His smile ripped my soul and hypnotized my brain,
…
Seduced in an indescribable agony of dreams.
…
I had dreams haphazardly about a phantasmagorical creature,
unbelievably beautiful,
…
I felt his touch disintegrating my entire body,
it was the apogee of an unborn world
and the fallen of the existing one,
(fragment from Bewitched, chapter Passion)”
Source: The odyssey of my lost thoughts
“His eyes went again to the crucifix above his head, reflected in the mirror. The strained arms, the arched spine. All that effort to open the gates of heaven for us and we (he thought) probably spend our first hours among the heavenly hosts settling old scores with relatives.”
Source: After This
“His eyes went soft and silver as she spoke. “Zhe shi jie shang, wo shi zui ai ne de,” he whispered. She understood it. In all the world, you are what I love the most.”
Source: The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Angel; Clockwork Prince; Clockwork Princess
“His eyes were above hers, and she saw that the golden-hazel irises were rimmed with black. “Miss Hathaway … you’re quite certain fate had no hand in our meeting tonight?”
She couldn’t seem to breathe properly. “Qu-quite certain.”
His head bent low. “And in all likelihood we’ll never meet again?”
“Never.” He was too large, too close. Nervously Amelia tried to marshal her thoughts, but they scattered like spilled matchsticks … and then he set fire to them as his breath touched her cheek.
“I hope you’re right. God help me if I should ever have to face the consequences.”
“Of what?” Her voice was faint.
“This.” His hand slid to the back of her neck and his mouth covered hers.”
Source: Mine Till Midnight
“His eyes were as blank and bright as doorknobs.”
Source: The Long Walk
“His eyes were as clear as his words.”
Source: Revolution
“His eyes were attracted by the pattern of the knots Tansy's restless fingers were weaving. They were complicated, strong-looking knots which fell apart at a single cunning jerk, reminding him of how Tansy had studied assiduously the cat's cradles of the Indians. It also recalled to his mind how knots are used by primitive people, to tie and loose the winds, to hold loved ones, to noose far-off enemies, to inhibit or free all manner of physical and physiological processes. And how the Fates weave destinies like threads. He found something very pleasing in the pattern of the knots and the rhythmic movements which produced them. They seemed to signify security. Until they fell apart.”
Source: Dark Ladies: Conjure Wife/Our Lady of Darkness
“His eyes were bright, and, indeed, he scarcely knew whether they held dreams or realities...and in five minutes she had filled the shell of the old dream with the flesh of life.”
“His eyes were cold and brown - like coffee stains.”
Source: Markus Zusak: The Book Thief & I Am the Messenger
“His eyes were cold steel, his mouth fixed in a hard line. "I like my face the way it is," he said icily. "You scar it with your nails as you did my chest and I swear I will give you equal scars. Think about that, Sam, before you use your claws again."
Tears sprang to her eyes. "You're cruel, Hank. You leave me nothing."
"And what did you leave me when you stole my heart?" he asked softly.
She stared back at him, searching his eyes, seeing only naked honesty.”
Source: Heart of Thunder
“His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.”
Source: James Joyce The Dover Reader
“His eyes were eggs of unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sound of trains, suddenly sprouting a humming forest of hair-fine glass spines.”
Source: Neuromancer