H Quotes
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“His heart's occupied elsewhere," said Ben from behind me. "And even if it weren't he's not interested in your kind. But, I'm available and ready." "You don't have a heart," I told him.” Just a gaping hole where it should have been. " "All the more reason for you to give me yours. " I pounded my forehead against Warren 's back. "Tell me Ben's not flirting with me. " "Hey," said Ben sounding hurt. "I was talking cannibalism, not romance.”
“His heart, the war. Her face, the battlefield.”
Source: The 5th Wave
“His heart; some long word at the heart. He is dying of a long word.”
“His heartbeat synchronizes with the universe. He is a man of great influence. He listens to godly counsel and makes a great impact.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“His heat, his erotic pull—she could feel it. A weird, pulsing, virtual pull tugging at her skin, her nerve endings. Made her want to…touch. Made her want.
The more she resisted the urge, the stronger it became. It would be a relief, really. To just…touch. One little touch. Just one.”
Source: Must Love Chainmail
“His heat melted into my heat and created an alchemy that metamorphosed the butterflies into a bird of paradise, and I was taking flight with it. This kiss, this this, this us, tasted like indulgence and sustenance. Our tongues moved like we were each other's rice and wine, twirled with the ease of drunken, fed hips. In the kiss, I tasted him and I tasted me and I tasted what we were and what we could be. It tasted like hones and spice, twined.”
Source: Honey & Spice
“His heat warmed her, even as her insides turned to ice.”
Source: Solid Ground
“His heavy eyebrows lowered and he made some small, involuntary gesture with his hand that was recognisably superstitious, as if the words 'God forbid' had flowed into his body.”
Source: White Is for Witching
“His heavy-lidded gaze reflected a languor that had nothing to do with having just awakened, and there was no doubt what was on his mind. But this is no safe cherry picker, Gwen thought, growing more concerned by the moment. This man looks like a cherry tree chopper-downer.”
“His herding instinct is so strong that he confuses tractors on a baseball field for sheep. He was hospitalized twice. Once by a line drive and once for attacking a tractor tread.”
“His heritage to his children wasn't words or possessions, but an unspoken treasure, the treasure of his example as a man and a father.”
“His heroes were solitary thinkers and supermen like Newton and Nietzsche.”
Source: A Beautiful Mind
“His high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright.”
“His Highness was always confident in his statements, especially about what he viewed for the first time.”
Source: The Sun Watches the Sun
“His hoarsely whispered encouragements sent me straight to my cresting, gasping release and I came with a shout and an indescribable burst of pleasure. My body pulsed once, then again and again, the power I kept tucked away racing down my spine and bursting out of me with every sharp thrust of his hips. Peter groaned brokenly, and then he howled, his body as taut as a bowstring beneath me as the energy rippling from my body wrapped around us both. It pulled him more deeply inside me, stroking him, recognizing him as the source of my pleasure and reciprocating in kind. I was distantly aware of a large gust of wind buffeting the room, of lamps being knocked off end tables and wineglasses shattering, but I didn't care. All that mattered was our bodies writhing together and our mutual, all-consuming pleasure.”
Source: Road Trip With a Vampire
“His Holiness [the Dalai Lama] has told me, urgently and repeatedly, that he thinks my photographs are crap. His exact words were, 'These photos are of poor quality. Why is there no sharp focus? There is no clarity!' I said, 'But your Holiness, it's Goyaesque.' And he said, 'No! It's out of focus!'”
“His Holiness brings a wealth of experience to this exalted office. The United Nations and the Holy See share a strong commitment to peace, social justice, human dignity, religious freedom and mutual respect among the world's religions.”
“His Holiness Pope John Paul II was a determined and deeply spiritual minded person for whom I had great respect and admiration. His experience in Poland, then a communist country, and my own difficulties with communists, gave us an immediate common ground”
“His Holiness the Abbot
is shitting
in the withered fields”
“His Holiness the Dalai Lama does Yamantaka self-initiation every day. He has said that when he does, he keeps Geshe Kelsang in his heart. Geshe Kelsang is totally against His Holiness; he demonstrates and criticizes so much, but His Holiness says he keeps him in his heart. He told us this.”
Source: Sun of Devotion, Stream of Blessings
“His home life is as ordered and complex and sophisticated as his work life. You don't find creations like this anymore. The Leopard comes to mind - this tale of a glorious, lost Italy. That's Valentino.”
“His home town as it existed in his memory seemed distant to him, like something that belonged to another person. It was almost as though he'd mistaken a place he'd seen on TV or in a film for a thing of his own, or else that the sights seen by someone in one of the thousand or so different flats on that estate had somehow snuck their way into his mind and still remained there. That was how it seemed from time to time.”
Source: Spring Garden
“His home was a part of him, an externalized expression of his will, for upon his inherited Dutch Manor house he had superimposed the Gothic magnificence which he desired. He had been attracted by the formulations of Andrew Downing, the young landscape architect who lived on the river at Newburgh and whose directions for building "romantic and picturesque villas" were changing the countryside; but it was not in Nicholas to accept another's ideas, and when five years ago he had remodeled the old Van Ryn homestead, he had used Downing simply as a guide. To the original ten rooms he had added twenty more, the gables and turrets, and the one high tower. The result, though reminiscent of a German Schloss on the Rhine, crossed with Tudor English and interwoven with pure fantasy, was nevertheless Hudson River American and not unsuited to its setting.
The Dragonwyck gardens were as much as an expression of Nicholas' personality as was the mansion, for here, he had subdued Nature to a stylized ornateness. Between the untouched grove of hemlocks to the south and the slope of a rocky hill half a mile to the north he had created along the river an artificial and exotic beauty.
To Miranda it was overpowering, and she felt dazed as they mounted marble steps from the landing. She was but vaguely conscious of the rose gardens and their pervasive scent, of small Greek temples set beneath weeping willows, of rock pavilions, violet-bordered fountains, and waterfalls.”
Source: Dragonwyck
“His home was cozy and smelled good, and had the feeling of stuff without the feeling of clutter. Every vase was a gift from someone special and every book was dog-eared. He had put a shelf on the radiator and on the shelf were old photographs of his kids, his friends, people he loved. Just being in the apartment made Lydia feel like something with a really charming backstory.”
Source: Terrace Story
“His home was filled with valuables, even if he currently felt worthless.”
Source: Spoiler Alert
“His home was populated by things and creatures from Niall Lynch's dreams, and his mother was just another one of them”
Source: The Dream Thieves (The Raven Cycle, Book 2)
“His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.”
“His hooves pound the beat, your heart sings the song.”
“His hope and his confidence had never gone. But now they were freshening as when the breeze rises.”
Source: The Old Man and the Sea
“His hope was like an intake of icy air—it hurt—and just as sharp and sudden was his jealousy. In an instant he was hot and cold with it, his hands clenching into fists so tight they burned. A flare of adrenaline coursed through him and left him shaking, and it wasn’t her. It wasn’t her, and for the fleeting flash of an instant, he felt relief. Followed by crushing disappointment and self-loathing for what his reaction had been.”
Source: Days of Blood & Starlight
“His hope wasn't lost, it was buried, and somehow Prudence Ryland made that old grave seem much more shallow than it once was.”
“His hopes for a brawl faded as he neared Mayfair without any sign of a footpad or even an obliging cutthroat. Good God, what had London come to when a single gentleman remained unmolested on the streets at night?”
Source: A Season of Ruin
“His hormones never calmed down once they set in when he was a teenager.”“Yeah, we've considered getting him neutered,” Nathan adds,a goading tone to his voice.I see Nathan and Sol share a look,then Sol says,“Sorry, when did you last get laid, Nate? Oh yeah, about a year ago.” He smiles smugly. “Me, you ask? Oh well, I got some yesterday.”
Source: First Bitten
“His hot and bothered body of sweat
felt refreshing against my flesh,
like the water beads on a frosty Mason jar of lemonade
the summer of my first blush with self-rule and release,
even though it was February.”
Source: Ink Blot in a Poet's Bloodstream
“His house to me was a child was a heart of happiness. If there is a wonder childhood possesses which makes it forever superior to what shall come after, it is the happy and uncritical love of whatever is happy, place or person, it does not matter which.”
Source: This Crooked Way
“His huff arrived and he departed in it.”
“His humility keeps him grounded, and whatever he touches is blessed. He does not seek applause; he seeks connection with fellow humans. His hands are open to help wherever he can because he is a blessed man.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“His hunger was a ferocious thing as he lowered to his elbows and let the yearning clench deep in his belly. The slickness of her desire beckoned him. He split her cleft with his gloved finger, coating the tip with her nectar.
She trembled, but remained silent, as she'd agreed to do.
Curious, he rubbed his thumb and finger together, testing the glossy consistency. Soon his cock would be coated with this, slick and wet and---
Christ, if he didn't get his mouth on her soon, he'd go mad.
Dorian had no fucking idea what he was doing, but her scent lured him down until he pressed his lips to her sex.
Her hips flinched beneath him, arched a little, and he could tell she fought to remain passive, but her body betrayed her. Good. Because his betrayed him, as well.
She tasted like heaven. Like desire and release. Like want and fulfillment. Like a woman. His woman. The predator in him was going to dine until he'd had his fill.
And he had a lifetime of hunger to satiate.”
Source: The Highwayman
“His hustle was wrong, his mind was his own, but the man lived alone, oh, Superfly.”
“His hypothesis goes to this - to make the common run of his readers fancy they can do all that can be done by genius, and to make the man of genius believe he can only do what is to be done by mechanical rules and systematic industry. This is not a very feasible scheme; nor is Sir Joshua sufficiently clear and explicit in his reasoning in support of it.”
Source: Table Talk: Essays on Men and Manners
“His icebergs are strange monuments with a symbol embodied in their form and their colours. They do not freeze you when you look at them, for they are not of ice, they are what Lawren Harris feels and thinks after he has contemplated them”
“His icy depths hold so much hatred, yet none of them can see it. Nobody else can see the monster that hides beneath those cold eyes.”
Source: Perfectly Entwined
“His idea of traffic safety is going too fast for the cops to catch up.”
Source: Feed: The Newsflesh Trilogy:
“His ideal is a man who, having worked all day for the good of posterity (if that is his vocation), washes his mind of the whole subject, commits the issue to Heaven, and returns at once to the patience or gratitude demanded by the moment that is passing over him. But we want a man hag-ridden by the Future—haunted by visions of an imminent heaven or hell upon earth—ready to break the Enemy’s commands in the present if by so doing we make him think he can attain the one or avert the other—dependent for his faith on the success or failure of schemes whose end he will not live to see. We want a whole race perpetually in pursuit of the rainbow’s end, never honest, nor kind, nor happy now, but always using as mere fuel wherewith to heap the altar of the future every real gift which is offered them in the Present.”
Source: The Screwtape Letters
“His ideas assumed a kind of stupefied and mechanical quality which is peculiar to despair.”
“His idleness was his refuge, and in this he was like many others in [occupied] France in that period; laziness became political.”
Source: The Dream of Scipio
“His ignorance covers the world like a blanket, and there's scarcely a hole in it anywhere.”
“His ignorance is encyclopedic.”
“His ignorance seemed to widen with everything he read.”
Source: Half a Life
“His ignorance was as remarkable as his knowledge.”
Source: Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Stories