H Quotes
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“His Grace was at her side, and lifted her down from the chair. "My enfant," he said , "duchesses do not dance on chairs, nor do they call their brothers 'imbécile'." Léonie's twinkled irrepressibly. "I do," she said firmly.”
“His grandfather had often told him that he tried too hard to move trees when a wiser man would walk around them.”
Source: Hunting Ground
“His grandmother had taught him that there was no such thing as coincidence. There are millions of people in this world, she had told him, and the spirits will see that most of them, you never have to meet. But there are one or two that you are tied to, and spirits will cross you back and forth, threading so many knots until they catch and you finally get it right.”
“His gratitude widened his smile and bent his back.”
Source: The God of Small Things
“His gravest offence had been to accept the world in which he found himself as normal, rational and right.”
Source: After Many a Summer Dies the Swan
“His gray suit makes him seem extra vulnerable, in the way of children placed in unaccustomed clothes for ceremonies they don't understand.”
Source: Rabbit is Rich
“His great act of condescension in becoming man and His willingness to be completely humiliated in the death on the cross is set before us here as the supreme example of what our attitude should be. If Jesus Christ the Lord of glory was willing to be obedient unto death, how much more should sinners saved by grace who owe everything to God give back to the God who saved them the life which He has redeemed.”
“His great passion for education and [making sure] people have an opportunity. Of course that's what came out of the George Mitchell Institute and his scholarships in those high schools.”
“His greatest ambition is to be a blessing to others. He aspires not to achieve fortune or laurels but to go into the pages of history and leave a lasting legacy of kind-heartedness.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“His greatest virtue, I think, was his honesty--not only to others but to himself...He demanded freedom of expression and lived in what we consider the most important of moral freedoms; freedom from hate, unconditionally; freedom from all self-pity (even throughout all the pain and bad news); freedom from fear of possibly doing something that might help another more than it might help himself; and freedom from that kind of pride that could make a man feel he was better than his brother or neighbor”
“His greatest vulnerability had been right beside him. And now she was gone.”
Source: Ninth House
“His green eyes blazed with desire; such a different look than I'd known before. Chase had studied me, reading my feelings. Tucker was only trying to see his own reflection. Disturbing on several levels.”
Source: Article 5
“His grey eyes searched her countenance with that horrible intensity of fanaticism which is so like the look of cruelty, of greed, of any passion originating in the baser self.”
Source: The Nether World
“His grief he will not forget; but it will not darken his heart, it will teach him wisdom.”
Source: The Return of the King: Being the Third Part of the Lord of the Rings
“His grin broadens, that charming smile, with which he could coax ducks to bring their own eggs to him for his breakfast. With which he could make delicate negotiations over a prisoner seem like nothing more than a game.”
Source: The Stolen Heir
“His grin is all teeth and anticipation. "I'll own you, Delilah. For one year, your ass will be mine."
Good Lord, he says it like he relishes the idea. Like he has plans for me.”
Source: Dear Enemy
“His grin split even wider. “I’d love the chance to prove you wrong.”
And when he did, she’d know what he was thinking. She’d know how much he despised the woman who claimed to be a Vetter and allowed the Commander’s beloved daughter to lifebond with a man who ended up murdering her. Fiona had come to the Wiccan Haus to get away from the public’s hatred and scorn, not see it behind this man’s beautiful smile and feel it no matter how warm and gentle his hands.
- Psychic Lies”
Source: Psychic Lies
“His grin split even wider. “I’d love the chance to prove you wrong.”
And when he did, she’d know what he was thinking. She’d know how much he despised the woman who claimed to be a Vetter and allowed the Commander’s beloved daughter to lifebond with a man who ended up murdering her. Fiona had come to the Wiccan Haus to get away from the public’s hatred and scorn, not see it behind this man’s beautiful smile and feel it no matter how warm and gentle his hands.
- Psychic Lies (THE WICCAN HAUS)”
Source: Psychic Lies
“His grin turns into a thoughtful pursing of the lips, and he actually seems to consider my question.”
Source: Hammered
“His grin widens, shows teeth. 'I don't think I will be a good king. I never wanted to be one, certainly not a good one. You made me your puppet. Very well, Jude, daughter of Madoc, I will be your puppet. You rule. You contend with Balekin, with Roiben, with Orlagh of the Undersea. You be my seneschal, do the work, and I will drink wine and make my subjects laugh. I may be the useless shield you put in front of your brother, but don't expect me to start being useful.'
I expected something else, a direct threat, perhaps. Somehow, this is worse.
He rises from the throne. 'Come, have a seat.' His voice is replete with danger, lush with menace. The flowering branches have sprouted thorns so thickly that petals are barely visible.
'This is what you wanted, isn't it?' he asks. 'What you sacrificed everything for. Go on. It's all yours.”
Source: The Cruel Prince
“His grip on my shoulders changes into a massage that causes me to close my eyes. He could touch me like that for the rest of my life and I'd never move.”
Source: Crossing the Line
“His grip on the wheel tightened as we left the limits of DC and reached the beltway. Through the blur of rain pelting the windows, we could just make out the shapes of the new highway lights and cameras that would be installed over the next few months. Right now, though, our only real sources of light were the car itself and the glow of the capital's light pollution.
"Did I really always side with him?" I wondered aloud "I swear I didn't mean to...."
Chubs risked a quick glance at me, then fixed his eyes back on the road. "It's not about choosing sides. I shouldn't have ever said that. I'm sorry. You know how I get when my blood sugar is low. He's Lee–he's funny and nice and he dresses like a walking hug."
He does wear a lot of flannel," I said. But you're those things, too. Don't make that face just to try to prove me wrong. You are."
"I don't feel that way," he admitted. "But I always got that you guys had something different. I respect that. I've never been... It's harder for me to open up to people."
The headlights caught the raindrops sliding off the windshield and made them glow like shooting tars.
He was making it sound like one friendship was better or more important than the other. That wasn't true. They were just different. The love was exactly the same. They only difference was that Liam had lost a little sister; a part of me had always felt like he wanted to prove to himself that he could save at least one of us.
"I always understood you," I told him. "Just like you always understood me.”
Source: The Darkest Legacy
“His guilt is why Acheron went out of his way to make sure that all of you had servants and pay for your work. The Dark-Hunters owe that man everything, and I do mean everything. He pays in blood every time one of you wants to go free, and he suffers every day so that you can all live your cushy little lives of wealth and privilege.” … “And I have to say that every time one of your turns on him, it seriously pisses me off. Acheron asks nothing from any of you and that’s exactly what he receives.”
“His guilt swelled up, churning like a paddle wheel in his stomach. He wanted desperately to flee. How do you escape something that comes from inside? The revenant, he knew, searched for him.”
Source: The Revenant
“His gut felt like Michael Varus was standing behind him, repeatedly stabbing him and yelling: Die like a Roman! Die like a Roman!”
Source: The Blood of Olympus
“His gut was stitched up good and tight, but that didn’t prevent it from flopping. He wiped his damp palms on the legs of his jeans and stood up shakily, leaning heavily on his cane.
He called himself a masochist for putting himself through this torture day after day.
He braced himself for the disappointment of having to go home alone.
He braced himself for happiness like he’d never known in his entire life.
He watched the door they would come through.”
Source: Lethal
“His habit of reading isolated him: it became such a need that after being in company for some time he grew tired and restless; he was vain of the wider knowledge he had acquired from the perusal of so many books, his mind was alert, and he had not the skill to hide his contempt for his companions' stupidity. They complained that he was conceited; and, since he excelled only in matters which to them were unimportant, they asked satirically what he had to be conceited about. He was developing a sense of humour, and found that he had a knack of saying bitter things, which caught people on the raw; he said them because they amused him, hardly realising how much they hurt, and was much offended when he found that his victims regarded him with active dislike. The humiliations he suffered when he first went to school had caused in him a shrinking from his fellows which he could never entirely overcome; he remained shy and silent. But though he did everything to alienate the sympathy of other boys he longed with all his heart for the popularity which to some was so easily accorded. These from his distance he admired extravagantly; and though he was inclined to be more sarcastic with them than with others, though he made little jokes at their expense, he would have given anything to change places with them.”
Source: Of Human Bondage
“His hair dark as the sloes of a blackthorn, tumbled around his cheeks.”
Source: How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories
“His hair gushed up in Brylcreemed fountains and an ill-advised pencil moustache lingered in embarrassment above his upper lip.”
Source: The Dying Day
“His hair had clearly been up all night having adventures without him.”
Source: Tess of the Road
“His hair has the long jesuschrist look. He is wearing the costume clothes. But most of all, he now has a very tolerant and therefore withering attitude toward all those who are still struggling in the old activist political ways...while he, with the help of psychedelic chemicals, is exploring the infinite regions of human consciousness.”
“His hair looks soft. I wonder if it is. I wonder if he'd let me run my hands through it, feel its silky smoothness on my skin. Ya know, for science.”
Source: The Brotherly Shove
“His hair was a dark gold and worn long enough to reach his chin. It had been pulled back into a tight queue for riding and bound with a leather strip, but the wind had pulled it loose and now it flew around his face. Perhaps on another man, the style might have been unflattering. But on Linden Chevalier it only added something more alluring to his presence, and as he lifted a black-gloved hand to push it back, the set of his jaw and twist of his mouth made him look sharp and wicked.”
Source: Once Upon a Midwinter's Kiss
“his hair was permed and gelled like a New Jersey girl's on homecoming night. Percy Jackson”
Source: Percy Jackson: The Complete Series
“His hair was shorter than I remembered, tawny in this half-light, the tousled edges casually framing the clean, commanding lines of his face. His mouth, normally so stern was relaxed now and as I stared a slight sweet smile touched his lips, its curve softening the straight strong lines of his nose and brow. Finally, inevitably, I met his eyes and felt a connection that seared straight through me, down through my soles and away. Those eyes, darker than mine, the darkest blue, dark and as impenetrable as glaciers. Tonight he was real, so very real that my heart thumped, my blood sang, my legs shook.”
Source: Friend Or Fae
“His hand beneath mine was warm, large enough where mine didn't cover nearly all of it, his skin soft and his bones hard ridges that tensed at the touch of my skin.
What are you doing? I thought furiously at it. My lips opened to say sorry, and I went to pull my hand away, but before I could do either of those things, his hand flipped over, our palms meeting as he threaded his fingers through mine.
It was like when I was a freshman in high school and held a boy's hand for the very first time. The touch of his skin on mine made me tingle all the way up my arm, and the way he squeezed my hand, reassuringly but also firmly, as if to say, this is the way I'd squeeze around your nipple or cup your ass to press you up against me.”
Source: Best Served Hot
“His hand caressed its way down my body, landing on my bare thigh. He spoke directly into my ear as he nudged my legs open. “Spread your legs for me, Soraya.” I tried not to. I really did. But that voice… “Spread for me, Soraya. I need to hear you moan my name.” “You’re so confident you can…” He lowered his body down the bed, settling his shoulders between my legs. I was already wet, and his warm breath right there shot fire through my body. I quickly spread my legs.”
Source: Stuck-Up Suit
“His hand closed automatically around the fake Horcrux but in spite of everything, in spite of the dark and twisting path he saw stretching ahead for himself, in spite of the final meeting with Voldemort he knew must come whether in a month in a year or in ten, he felt his heart lift at the thought that there was still one last golden day of peace left to enjoy with Ron and Hermione.”
“His hand cups the back of my neck, and before I can think, he dips down and our mouths meet. For a split second I worry that he thinks he's kissing Courtney. But that instant the warmth of his soft lips spreads into mine, all thoughts dissolve. Pure feeling is all I have left. Little electric sparks sip through my bloodstream, making sure every nerve in my body is focused on his amazing mouth.”
Source: Forgive My Fins
“His hand dove beneath my seat and surfaced with the sawed-off vintage Lupara.
"I distinctly remember telling you not to bring that thing," I complained.
"Felt like you were daring me.”
Source: Binding the Shadows
“His hand found her chin, gently tipping her face up to look at him. "Kitty."
"What?" She finally looked at him, exposing a vulnerability in her eyes that made his heart pound behind his ribs.
"Dibs.”
“His hand glides down my arm, folds over my hand. His fingers lace with mine, palms kissing. I can feel the fast thud of his heart through this single touch.”
Source: Firelight
“His hand grazed her inner thigh as he shifted the manual transmission into reverse, and this lightest of touches sent a shiver through Devin. “Cold?” he asked, backing the pickup away from the trees to turn around. “You can turn on the heat if you’d like.”
Devin shook her head. “I’m fine,” she said in a quiet, breathy voice that she couldn’t quite control.
The tone caught Ronin’s attention, and he gave her a long look before shifting back into first gear. Again, his fingertips grazed her soft skin, and her breath caught again.
Ronin’s eyes fell shut for a moment. “Damn, honey,” he whispered.”
Source: Little Conversations
“His hand hovered above the small of her back, an instinct born of longing, a muscle memory from a life that had never been.”
Source: Forever in his veins
“His hand is cool on my cheek as he paints a tear beneath my left eye, dark blue and swollen with sorrow.”
Source: Keeping Faith
“His hand is empty. It's a lame trick. Everyone enjoys its lameness.”
Source: Harry Potter and the Cursed Child: Parts One and Two
“His hand lay across my stomach as he slept soundly. I entwined my fingers with his and breathed through the warmth that seeped through my chest. Such a simple, sweet thing to do, yet holding hands in bed was incredibly intimate.”
Source: Spencer Cohen, Book Three
“His hand leaves the back of the seat. He places it, instead, flat on my thigh. He looks at me, not at the men.
“That’s enough.”
I feel my cheeks flush. I set my glass down.
Then he turns to the table—composed, gracious.
“Gentlemen, don’t encourage her,” he says, his tone lighter.”
Source: Lowered Lashes
“His hand passed over his temple as he exhaled slowly. "It couldn't be."
But deep down, he knew. Jackson Harper - Lesley Jackson now - had taken the story he rejected and turned it into something extraordinary. And Chester couldn't ignore the gnawing thought that maybe, just maybe, he had gotten it wrong.”
Source: Sweet Rejection
“His hand reached up to his chest and rubbed at the area over his heart as if it hurt him.”
Source: Entwined with You