H Quotes
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“His ignorance was as remarkable as his knowledge. Of contemporary literature, philosophy and politics he appeared to know next to nothing... My surprise reached a climax, however, when I found incidentally that he was ignorant of the Copernican Theory and of the composition of the Solar System.”
Source: The Complete Sherlock Holmes: All 56 Stories & 4 Novels
“His imagination was always more real than the reality of daily life.”
“His impatience for sleep often frightened that very sleep away.”
“His importance to the century just past, and therefore his status as a figure in history as well as in literature, derives from the extraordinary salience of the subjects he ‘took on,’ and stayed with, and never abandoned. As a consequence, we commonly use the term ‘Orwellian’ in one of two ways. To describe a state of affairs as ‘Orwellian’ is to imply crushing tyranny and fear and conformism. To describe a piece of writing as ‘Orwellian’ is to recognize that human resistance to these terrors is unquenchable. Not bad for one short lifetime.”
“His impression was that he had been imprisoned in a shelter deep down in the underworld of his personality, listening and biding his time while insanity rushed like spring flood through the upper layer of his soul, roaring and crashing, leaving terrible destruction in its wake, a deserted, ravaged country. No, he hadn't been crazy, but something inside him had been crazy.”
“His impulsive buss had been as beautiful as a first kiss to a child. And, she felt, as important.”
“His in-laws, Erastus and Eloise Oppenheimer, lived in Ezra, Texas, a town tucked so deep in the woods of East Texas that time, civil rights, and wireless Internet couldn't find it.”
Source: Destruction
“His incredible untidiness, his addiction to music at strange hours, his occasional revolver practice within doors, his weird and often malodorous scientific experiments, and the atmosphere of violence and danger which hung around him made him the very worst tenant in London.”
Source: His Last Bow
“His inner, unexpressed love was enough. This would sustain him, and no one would have to know. Does unexpressed love exist? Or does it have to be believed but not heard, like a tree falling in the forest with no humans in sight. Unexpressed and nothing.”
Source: Shared Sorrows
“His innocence could still frighten me.”
Source: Circe
“His insomnia was so bad, he couldn't sleep during office hours.”
“His instinct is to kill me. His desire is to love me.”
Source: The Last Girl
“His instincts should have warned him sooner than they had, but thanks to his agimortus, he'd been hobbled like a brood mare waiting to be mounted by a randy stallion”
“His instincts told him he should stay the hell away from her. That he was on a road paved to hell, but he couldn’t stay away. He’d watched her every night for a month, played a silent game with her of pretending the other didn’t exist, and it never worked. He wanted to know the secret behind her eyes. He wanted to know why she carried a gun at night, ordered a glass of Johnny Walker Blue she never drank, and why she carried so much pain inside.”
Source: Damaged
“His intelligence only exacerbated the guilt Kugel felt for bringing him into the world. It was one thing to have condemned a child to life, that was criminal enough, but life was a sentence more easily served by fools.”
Source: Hope: A Tragedy: A Novel
“His intention was, and always has been, intimacy.”
Source: Stay Here: Staying in Christ, remaining anchored in His presence, and allowing His Word to come alive in our thoughts, hearts, and actions.
“His introduction throws me. The only time I can envision "Hi, I'm a surgeon" as a fitting introduction is if I were on a gurney in a stark white room and a man wielding a scalpel was standing over me. Plus, it's been a while since we've talked careers with anyone. Jobs are rarely a topic of conversation anymore--they exist in a place and time too far away to seem interesting. "What do you do?" is not a question asked to define someone, because out here we're all working the same jobs: yachties, mechanics, navigators, weather-readers, fishermen, adventure travelers, storytellers.”
Source: Love with a Chance of Drowning
“His intuition was luminous from the instant you met him. So was his intelligence. A lot of actors act intelligent, but Philip was the real thing: a shining, artistic polymath with an intelligence that came at you like a pair of headlights and enveloped you from the moment he grabbed your hand, put a huge arm round your neck and shoved a cheek against yours; or if the mood took him, hugged you to him like a big, pudgy schoolboy, then stood and beamed at you while he took stock of the effect. (About Philip Seymour Hoffman)”
“His invitation lingers. So does my question. Why me? I don't know the answer. When I look at myself in the mirror, all I see is a starving, stunted bird who never grew wings and lost all reason to sing.”
“His irises seemed to melt into his pupils, two black holes rimmed with dying stars, sucking the light from the room, pulling her into darkness.”
Source: One Little Secret
“His is a joy which consequences cannot quench. His is a peace which circumstances cannot steal.”
Source: The Applause of Heaven
“His is a loving, tender hand, full of sympathy and compassion.”
“His is a poetry devoid of any poetry.”
“His jargon conceals, from him, but not from us, the deep, empty hole in his mind. He uses technological language as a substitute for technique.”
“His jaw clenched tight. “I could not resist you last night if the world itself was on fire.”
Source: The Red Lily
“His jaw is tense, and he's angry. But at the same time, he sort of looks hurt. And it feels like it's my fault. But it's not. It's not my fault that his being a jerk this summer caused me to run off to London, change my name, and get close to Augie. But the look in his eyes still kills me. Because it didn't have to be this way. I swallow hard and look away. If I don't, I might start crying.”
“His jaw tensed as the Corporalnik finished her work. When the skin had knitted together, the Darkling dismissed her with a wave. She hovered briefly, then slipped away, fading into nothing.
“There’s something I’ve been wondering,” he said. No greeting, no preamble.
I waited.
“The night that Baghra told you what I intended, the night you fled the Little Palace, did you hesitate?”
“Yes.”
“In the days after you left, did you ever think of coming back?”
“I did,” I admitted.
“But you chose not to.”
I knew I should go. I should at least have stayed silent, but I was so weary, and it felt so easy to be here with him. “It wasn’t just what Baghra said that night. You lied to me. You deceived me. You … drew me in.” Seduced me, made me want you, made me question my own heart.
“I needed your loyalty, Alina. I needed you bound to me by more than duty or fear.” His fingers tested the flesh where his wound had been”
Source: Ruin and Rising
“His jaw was clenched. His breathing became labored, like he was carrying something heavy. She watched the muscles in his throat working, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, hard.
Victory.
At that moment, she knew he wouldn’t try to stop her. She stepped forward, raised herself up on her tiptoes, and kissed him. Softly. Then she pulled back, challenge unspoken.
Come on, Sam. Fight for me.”
Source: Wake for Me
“His jaw was set, telling me I should back off. Unfortunately, being a gobby cow meant I couldn’t.”
Source: If I Let You Go
“His jaw was slightly open and his brown eyes glazed over his current piece of the universe.”
Source: The Goodbye Song
“His jealousy, like an octopus which throws out a first, then a second, and finally a third tentacle, fastened itself irremovably first to that moment, five o'clock in the afternoon, then to another, then to another again. But Swann was incapable of inventing his sufferings. They were only the memory, the perpetuation of a suffering that had come to him from without.”
Source: Swann’s Way
“His jeans were zipped but unbuttoned, and they hung indecently low - like, so low, they had to be held up by alien superpowers. He had those muscles on either side of his hips, the kind that formed indents. I didn't even know what they were called, but boy, oh boy, did he ever have them. There was a faint dusting of hair that disappeared below the jeans.”
Source: The Darkest Star
“His jerky breath hit her system like a drug and she was in thrall. Of his potency. And hers. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to keep going, keep touching him like this until he lost control. She wanted to bring him to his knees, this cocky young guy who called her baby and made her want things she hadn’t even realized she’d been missing.”
Source: Troy
“His jest will savour but of shallow wit, When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.”
“His[Jesus'] death on the Cross is the culmination of that turning of God against himself in which he gives himself in order to raise man up and save him. This is love in its most radical form.”
“His [Jesus'] so-called ethics ... is indivisibly bound up with His attitude toward the unseen, with His experience of a realm where what ought to be, really is.”
Source: The Inner Life
“His job, he felt, was to speak for the victims - to represent the next person who might be killed in the conflict. He had no particular party; his only allegiance was to those who had been (and would be) cut down.”
Source: Say Nothing: A True Story of Murder and Memory in Northern Ireland
“His [John Newton's] letters and my answers are now by me; and on a careful perusal of them, compared with all I can recollect concerning this matter, I give this as a faithful account of the correspondence. His letters will, I hope, shortly be made public, being such as promise greater advantage to others, than, through my proud, contentious spirit, I experienced from them. Mine deserve only to be forgotten, except as they are useful to me to remind me what I was, and to mortify my pride; as they illustrate my friend's patience and candour in so long bearing with my ignorance and arrogance; and notwithstanding my unteachable, quarrelsome temper, continuing his benevolent labours for my good; and especially as they remind me of the goodness of God, who, though he abominates and resists the proud, yet knows how to bring down the stout heart, not only by the iron rod of his wrath, but by the golden sceptre of his grace.”
Source: The Force of Truth
“His joy was a release of Paul's conversion, not the heavy backslapping practical-joking humor of the Victorians, nor the cynical satire or the flippancy of the twenty first century mass media, just the gift of not taking himself or his adversaries too seriously.”
Source: The Apostle: The Life of Paul
“His judgement demonstrates that one can be a genius and understand nothing of an art that is not one's own.”
Source: The Hunchback of Notre Dame
“His judgments are just; His mercy without limit; His power to compensate beyond any earthly comparison.”
“His justice is the love that gives to each one of His creatures the gifts that His mercy has previously decreed. And His mercy is His love, doing justice to its own exigencies, and renewing the gift which we had failed to accept.”
Source: No Man Is an Island
“His key insight was that yearning, or wishing things were different than they are, is the root of all suffering, and that letting go of this desire is the secret to happiness.”
Source: The Comeback Quotient: A Get-Real Guide to Building Mental Fitness in Sport and Life
“His kind of power,the way he looks. You'd have to be mad or blind not to notice it.”
Source: Shadow and Bone
“His kindness was only meant to make later torments crueler.”
Source: Cruel Beauty
“His kingdom come!" For this we pray in vain,
Unless He does in our affections reign.
How fond it were to wish for such a King,
And no obedience to his sceptre bring,
Whose yoke is easy, and His burthen light;
His service freedom, and His judgments right.”
Source: Poetical works
“His kiss burned hotter, coaxed harder than it had done earlier and she responded in kind. Her arms crept higher. Up and up again, she allowed her fingers to wander, over the broad expanse of his chest and along the strong and solid column of his neck. She fulfilled the fantasies of a thousand nights when she slid her fingers home—into the thick, silken strands of his hair.”
Source: Unbuttoning Miss Hardwick
“His kiss held his heart. It broke hers.”
Source: Slave to Sensation
“His kiss, hungry and gentle, made her head go light and her stomach go heavy, and she wrapped her arms around him and held on as if she might float away otherwise.”
Source: An Honorable Deception
“His kiss is deep, fathomless. It is the kiss of one who wants to invade your body will all of their being, to abolish constraints and bring to life desires long repressed. It's a kiss that removes daily existence from the mind, grounding you firmly in the moment and dragging your body with it.”
Source: Screaming into Pillows