H Quotes
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“His manners are old-fashioned, the work of a vigilant mother.”
Source: Rich and Pretty
“His manners were less pure, but his character was equally amiable with that of his father. Twenty-two acknowledged concubines, and a library of sixty-two thousand volumes, attested the variety of his inclinations, and from the productions which he left behind him, it appears that the former as well as the latter were designed for use rather than ostentation.”
Source: The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire
“His manual of heaven and hell lay open before me, and I could perceive my nothingness in this scheme.”
Source: The Spire
“His markings, month by month, became more beautiful, lines of autumn bracken colours with shapes which reminded me of currents on a quiet sea. True that at times his head, because of his youth, looked scraggy, even his body sometimes looked scraggy, but suddenly for some reason like the change of light, or of mood, he looked his potential. This was going to be a champion cat.”
“His marriage is on the skids. He told me so."
I laugh minus even a hint of humor. "Oh, ho, ho. Of course he's going to tell you that. What do you think he'd tell you- that he loves his wife and that things are just hunky dory between them? That's not how these things work, in case you were too busy with your heavy petting to notice."
"Heavy petting?"
"Yeah. Heavy petting. I should've directed the two of you over to the Tisch Zoo where petting is encouraged.”
Source: Slim to None
“His masculinity was only too apparent”
“His master plan to get them all out the door early met its first check of the day when he opened his closet door to discover that Zap the Cat, having penetrated the security of Vorkosigan House through Miles's quisling cook, had made a nest on the floor among his boots and fallen clothing to have kittens. Six of them.
Zap ignored his threats about the dire consequences of attacking an Imperial Auditor, and purred and growled from the dimness in her usual schizophrenic fashion. Miles gathered his nerve and rescued his best boots and House uniform, at a cost of some high Vor blood, and sent them downstairs for a hasty cleaning by the overworked Armsman Pym. The Countess, delighted as ever to find her biological empire increasing, came in thoughtfully bearing a cat-gourmet tray prepared by Ma Kosti that Miles would have had no hesitation in eating for his own breakfast. In the general chaos of the morning, however, he had to go down to the kitchen and scrounge his meal. The Countess sat on the floor and cooed into his closet for a good half-hour, and not only escaped laceration, but managed to pick up, sex, and name the whole batch of little squirming furballs before tearing herself away to hurry and dress.”
Source: Memory
“His mastery of the hard-luck story was of a kind never achieved by persons not wholly concentrated on themselves.”
Source: A Dance to the Music of Time: 1st Movement
“His master’s pain was his pain. And it hurt him more for his master to be sick than for him to be sick himself. When the house started burning down, that type of Negro would fight harder to put the master’s house out than the master himself would. But then you had another Negro out in the field. The house Negro was in the minority. The masses—the field Negroes were the masses. They were in the majority. When the master got sick, they prayed that he’d die. If his house caught on fire, they'd pray for a wind to come along and fan the breeze.”
Source: Malcolm X: the last speeches
“His mattress was his bathroom was his dinner plate
And he fights for food against roaches and rats
And the all-purpose pavement gets colder as the year gets late,
So the roaches get bigger and the vermin turn to bats.
We never have enough money to hand to cardboard holders,
But always enough for extra açaí, bacon, or premium. And we bet they're scamming us, those damn freeloaders,
But that's just it: a bet-- and premium is just premium.
We guarantee the next has it covered, that car behind us,
Ignoring how they like premium the same way we do.
First judgements have always been our widespread virus,
But truth is the property of man and that we can't lose.”
Source: Can I Tell You Something?
“His meals were always punctual. Whether she cooked well or badly he did not know; it was a matter of total indifference to him. During his meals, which he ate at his writing desk, he was busy with important considerations. As a rule he would not have been able to say what precisely he had in his mouth. He reserved consciousness for real thoughts; they depend upon it; without consciousness, thoughts are unthinkable. Chewing and digestion happen of themselves.”
Source: Auto-da-fé
“His memory loved her too much.”
Source: Red Riding Hood
“His memory's gone", said Ron. "The Memory Charm backfired. Hit him instead of us. Hasn't got a clue who he is, or where he is, or who we are. I told him to come and wait here. He's a danger to himself." Lockhart peered good--naturedly up at them all. "Hello", he said. "Odd sort of place, this, isn't it? Do you live here?”
“His men had begun gathering the wounded or stunned into a small group some distance back up the slope. Here and there an animal or human stirred, but not many. There were few cries of pain or fear now. Mostly, it was eerily quiet. Even the insects had ceased their music.”
Source: MetalMagic: Talisman
“His mentality was dressed up as a moral code, but when naked, was simply a preference.”
Source: The Stork Ate My Brother...And Other Totally Believable Stories
“His mercy is so great that it forgives great sins to great sinners after great lengths of time and then gives great favors and great privileges and raises us up to great enjoyments in the great heaven of the great God!”
“His mercy never fails because he is a faithful heavenly Father.”
“His method of tidying was peculiar: he simply swallowed all the flies and spiders in the boxes before I could stop him.”
Source: Dracula
“His mind became clouded. He felt his anger fighting to be released. He wanted to break something. The pain he began to feel in his arm was unbelievable. He shut his eyes tight and tried to resist the temptation to scream.”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel
“His mind betrayed him and now we were all victims of the horrible deception.”
Source: With a Reckless Abandon
“His mind drifted back to times past. He missed the companionship of his old pack. He had grown up in the pack and knew each wolf by sight and smell. They had played and hunted, bred and cared for the young, and fought and died together. His bonds to the other wolves had been very close – particularly his mate. She had been the strongest and the swiftest female. She had reared their young well and had always yelped and whined with affection after he returned from the hunt. He remembered the comfort he had felt on so many starry nights, lying beside her with his head resting upon her neck in a sign of affection. However, she was gone now, and he could not bring her back. The two-legged ones had seen to that.”
Source: Longinus The Vampire: Babylon
“His mind drifted oddly. . . .
. . . Hard to imagine what moment would be right for a rebellion against so powerful an adversary as an immortal dictator. The group in Jorgia might delay their action too long; he couldn’t wait.
Marin frowned sleepily. “Did I think that?” He had not ever before even considered rebellion. And what was that about a Jorgian group? Could it be that, just for an instant, here at the edge of sleep, a Trask plan had slipped through to his consciousness? But why rebellion? It didn’t fit. A man who could shift his awareness and his identity from one body to another didn’t need revolutions. Besides, it would be impossible.
The group idea, combined with free enterprise, and pregnant with great ideas, was just beginning to take hold. Like a giant, it strode over the land, crushing all resistance and simultaneously inspiring hope. At such moments men did not listen easily to voices that warned against faraway disaster or urged the possibility of even greater creativity.
Again his mind wandered. If they don’t act, he thought, I’ll have to act on my own.
He felt relieved that he hadn’t told anyone of his invention. And so, all by himself, he was able to act—on the greatest scale.
Marin slept uneasily, and his dreams were vague yet purposeful. He seemed to be permeated with secret plans that were not his own.”
Source: The Mind Cage
“His mind filled with visions of a decadent kleptocracy in rapid decline, abetted by both political parties. America's masses, fed on processed poison bought with a food stamp swipe card. Low-skill workers, structurally unable to ever contribute again and too dumb to know their old jobs weren't coming back. The banks in Gotham leaching the last drops of wealth out of the country. Corporations unrestrained by any notion of national interest. The system of property law in shambles. The world drowning in debt.”
Source: The Unwinding: An Inner History of the New America
“His mind had been working away behind his high forehead. Unimaginative himself he could recognize imagination in her: he had come upon one whose whole nature was the contradiction of his own. He knew that behind her simplicity was something he could never have. Something he despised as impractical. Something which would never carry her to power or riches, but would retard her progress and keep her apart in a world of her own make-believe. To win her favour he must talk in her own language.”
Source: Titus Groan
“His mind had forgotten the pathway to his voice.”
Source: The Time Keeper
“His mind had patterns,
patterns that made puzzles,
and puzzles that became mazes.
Those mazes had color and became
labyrinths—
labyrinths that went crazy like
jungles—
and all he could trust me with
was letting my fingers get lost
in his curls.
I played in there,
for years trapped in his hair
(that overthought and provoked lair)—
the only thing between my thoughts
and his:
the air.
But, he was smart
not to trust me enough.
He knew.
The open air looked at him with slight eyes, issued him binds of lies,
like library cards
...full of fiction.
And I knew this, so how could I forget?
Along the way,
I turned into every other female
he ever loved.
It was his destiny
that gave me permission
to pull his hair again.”
Source: Ink Blot in a Poet's Bloodstream
“His mind has become a refuge for old thoughts, idle, indigent, with nowhere else to go. He ought to chase them out, sweep the premises clean. But he does not care to do so, or does not care enough"(72).”
Source: Disgrace
“His mind is a harbour of hope. Courage is carved into his bones. This is a precious man who walks in his divine purpose.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“His mind is like that. On the inside, where he never smiles.”
Source: Joyland
“His mind is so open - so open that ideas simply pass through it.”
“His mind
It says survival of the fittest but
His soul
Revival of the idiots
So good riddance, dancing”
Source: Killosophy
“His mind lingered for a time in the hinterlands of sleep, words drifting over the border as though on a warm wind, unfastened from their meanings.”
Source: The Manual of Detection
“his mind moves in a perfect but narrow circle. A small circle is quite as
infinite as a large circle; but, though it is quite as infinite, it is not so large.”
Source: Orthodoxy
“His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a circumference in which I have no part.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)
“His mind, prepared for flight, screamed at him to turn around, to cover himself. But his heart, full of love for her and the hope that she could love him as he was, kept him in place. He raised his chin and looked at her.”
Source: A Duke Worth Fighting For
“His mind reeled. Now, empowered to ask questions of utmost rudeness-and promised answers-he could, conceivably (though it was almost unimaginable), ask someone, some adult, his father perhaps: "Do you lie?" But he would have no way of knowing if the answer he received was true.”
Source: The Giver Movie Tie-In Edition
“His mind scolded him for his stupidity and urged him to forget her but his heart had no justifications for its stand. It remained unmoved, its solidarity unaffected, its arrogance still holding.”
“His mind wanders to faraway lands, to the glimmering sea under the midday sun, to the cultivated vineyards ready for harvest, to lush forest covering the hills of his home. He sees the past, with his ancestors living this same life, sleeping under the same tree, running behind their own sweethearts, just like he does. He sees the future, the many sunsets to come, the olives he will eat and the wine he will drink, and Rosalia is always there, beside him, smiling to him, in his future.”
Source: Song Among the Ruins
“His mind was a kaleidoscope: Atlanta, sea-green eyes, slender figure, titian hair, frigid manner. "I never dance with niggers." Then he fell asleep about five o'clock and promptly dreamed of her. Dreamed of dancing with her, dining with her, motoring with her, sitting beside her on a golden throne while millions of manacled white slaves prostrated themselves before him. Then there was a nightmare of grim, gray men with shotguns, baying hounds, a heap of gasoline-soaked faggots and a screeching, fanatical mob.”
Source: Black No More
“His mind was completely occupied with the image of Aline by the river, the rich mass of her pinned-up hair, the exquisite lines of her body and throat.
Time had only made Aline's beauty more eloquent. Her body was ripe and fully developed, the form of a woman in her prime. With maturity, her face had become more delicately sculpted, the nose thinner, the lips faded from deep rose to the pale shade of pink that tinted the inside of a seashell. And there was that damned, never-forgotten beauty mark, the festive dark fleck that lured his attention to the tender corner of her mouth.”
Source: Again the Magic
“His mind was constantly thinking about her, while he decided to recite a poem that he had written for her long ago. While he narrated, the words conjured memories like ghosts into the room.”
Source: THE BLIND TRIAL
“His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.”
Source: Lord of the Flies
“His mind was freshly inclined toward sorrow; toward the fact that the world was full of sorrow; that everyone labored under some burden of sorrow; that all were suffering; that whatever way one took in this world, one must try to remember that all were suffering (none content; all wronged, neglected, overlooked, misunderstood), and therefore one must do what one could to lighten the load of those with whom one came into contact; that his current state of sorrow was not uniquely his, not at all, but, rather, its like had been felt, would be felt, by scores of others, in all times, in every time, and must not be prolonged or exaggerated, because, in this state, he could be of no help to anyone and, given that his position in the world situated him to be either of great help, or great harm, it would not do to stay low, if he could help it.”
Source: Lincoln in the Bardo
“His mind was indeed my library, and whenever it was opened to me, I entered bliss.”
Source: Villette: Easyread Edition
“His mind was like a soup dish, wide and shallow; it could hold a small amount of nearly anything, but the slightest jarring spilled the soup into somebody's lap”
“His mind was logical, but his traitorous heart stuttered from beat to beat.”
Source: The Raven Boys
“His mind was still at the precinct, where he saw his friend being yanked out of the car. It was an image he would never forget. He dreaded the terrifying experience that must have followed for her. He had a feeling he was going to have nightmares for years.”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel
“His mind worked fast, flying in emergency supplies of common sense, as human minds do, to construct a huge anchor in sanity and prove that what happened hadn't really happened and, if it had happened, hadn't happened much.”
Source: Thud!: (Discworld Novel 34)
“His mind’s always on something else. He’d live in a ratty cardigan, and he’s always worrying holes in the pockets of his pants. He can never seem to find his wallet or anything in the refrigerator. And just when you think he’s not paying any attention to what you’re saying or doing, he comes up with exactly the right answer or solution.”", [J.D. Robb, Celebrity In Death"“People""who expect perfection in a mate miss a lot of fun—and sweetness.", [J.D. Robb, Celebrity In Death]”
“His mission is not to wait until the world ends, but to find a way to the other side before it does. To prop open the door before it can be locked. To tie a suture before the fatal wound is made. To let in the moonlight before the sun is allowed to rise.”
Source: Painted Oxen