H Quotes
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“His response to them as sexual beings was one of frenzied worship and idolatry. They were lovely, satisfying, maddening manifestations of the miraculous, instruments of pleasure too powerful to be measured, too keen to be endured, and too exquisite to be intended for employment by base, unworthy man. He could interpret their naked presence in his hands only as a cosmic oversight destined to be rectified speedily, and he was driven always to make what carnal use of them he could in the fleeting moment or two he felt he had before Someone caught wise and whisked them away. He could never decide whether to furgle them or photograph them, for he had found it impossible to do both simultaneously. In fact, he was finding it almost impossible to do either, so scrambled were his powers of performance by the compulsive need for haste that invariably possessed him. The pictures never came out, and Hungry Joe never got in.”
Source: Catch-22
“His response was priceless. After a moment of thought, he said, "$70 to 80 million: that would be a yacht. This would be a lot more fun than a yacht!"
That's when Callista and I learned that a Trump candidacy was likely -- and a Trump presidency was possible.”
Source: Understanding Trump
“His response was remarkable for its irrelevance, if for nothing else.”
“His response was to fight it with the only weapons at hand—passive resistance and open displays of contempt.”
Source: The Sirens of Titan
“His rest is gift, not transaction. Whether you are actively working hard to crowbar your life into smoothness ("labor") or passively finding yourself weighed down by something outside your control ("heavy laden"), Jesus Christ's desire that you find rest, that you come in out of the storm, outstrips even your own.”
“His retreat into himself is not a final renunciation of the world, but a search for quietude, where alone it is possible for him to make his contribution to the life of the community.”
Source: Psychological Types
“His return gives England another key to its bow.”
“His right ear still held both studs, and I wondered who had the missing earring. I would have asked, but was afraid he’d tell me Ivy had it.”
“His rod, his staff, it comforted me.”
Source: One Night
“His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.”
Source: The Poetical Works of John Milton: With the Principal Notes of Various Commentators. To which are Added Illustrations, with Some Account of the Life of Milton
“His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapologetic but it grew on you like a wart on your nose you didn't realise it was a part of your identity until one day it simply was. His room was his identity. Fiercely bold, avant-garde but never monotonous. He was red, he was black, he was bored, and he was fire. At least to me he seemed like fire. A tornado of fire that burned all in its wake leaving only the wretched brightness of annihilation. His room was where he charmed and disarmed us. We were his playthings. Nobody plays with fire and leaves unscarred. The fire soon seeps into chard and soot. The colours of his soul, his aura, and probably his heart if he didn't stop smoking.”
“His room was dark until he switched on his desk lamp. I sat on the floor next to his bed and watched him counting clothes and considering shoes. He seemed so boyish right then—like he wished his mom would just come in and pack for him. I couldn’t possibly love him any more than I did at that moment.”
Source: Glass Girl
“His rope, his legs, his luck. Either all would hold or all would break, quite possibly at the same time.”
Source: The Eyes of the Dragon
“His rough hands gripped my arms, pressing me closer. He smelled of hospital soap and over-the-counter lotion. He gasped, and his breath excitedly exhaled, heating my lips. He tasted of lime Jell-O. I considered buying cases of it just to relive this kiss. But the next kiss he would smell of lemon or cinnamon or aftershave, and he would moan, or whisper my name instead of gasping; and he would taste of mouthwash or the Pixie Stix he shared with Cai or whatever soda he was drinking. And then I’d want a case of those.”
Source: Shattered Glass
“His ruby red rimmed moist eyes were two glasses of cranberry. He wore a cashmere sweater the color of Earl Grey tea...”
Source: Soledad
“His [(Rumpelstiltskin)] feeling that his name, which is his identity, must be kept secret, or else he'll be revealed to the world as the hunchbacked, shriveled, ridiculous creature he knows himself to be. And if that happens, he'll disappear.”
Source: Spinning Straw into Gold: What Fairy Tales Reveal About the Transformations in a Woman's Life
“His sadistic attitude is allied with a desire for self-abasement which in my opinion constitutes the very foundation of his character: he knows that it is dangerous to stand out and that his behavior irritates society, but nevertheless he seeks and attracts persecution and scandal. It is the only way he can establish a more vital relationship with the society he is antagonizing. As a victim, he can occupy a place in the world that previously ignored him; as a delinquent, he can become one of its wicked heroes…
[He] is impassive and contemptuous, allowing all these contradictory impressions to accumulate around him until finally, with a certain painful satisfaction, he sees them explode into a tavern fight or a raid by the police or a riot. And then, in suffering persecution, he becomes his true self, his supremely naked self, as a pariah, a man who belongs nowhere. The circle that began with provocation has completed itself and he is ready now for redemption, for his entrance into the society that rejected him.”
Source: The Labyrinth of Solitude and Other Writings
“His sadness seemed complete. It had left him nothing, no proper enjoyment, no Saturday mornings. Sadness wore him like a tailored suit.”
Source: Virgil Wander
“His sadness was almost palpable, like moisture in the air before it rains. Although this was Manchester, it was probably about to rain anyway.”
Source: You Had Me At Hello
“His sadness was of the kind that is patient and without hope.”
Source: Later novels and stories: The château, So long, see you tomorrow, stories and improvisations, 1957-1999
“His safety was more important than anything to me. Even if he would never know enough to understand that.”
Source: Blood Bound
“His saliva tasted like the wet dicks of ten thousand lonely truck drivers.”
Source: Tell-All
“His (Samuel Coleridge) dark senses were constantly in play, the frustration of them bringing illness. Weather and organic nature combined in a synaesthetic multi-media event, and this was the ground of all perception before it was divded up in daily living: the Primary Imagination giving way to the Secondary. Poetry was forever seeking a conscious return to this state, which existed all the time, whether he knew it or not.”
Source: The Black Goddess and the Unseen Real: Our Uncommon Senses and Their Common Sense
“His sanguine spirit turns every firefly into a star.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (Illustrated)
“His sanity is an unknown room: a known room is always smaller than an unknown.”
Source: Nightwood
“His saying was: live and let live.”
“His scars and his tattoos were the medals of his lifetime. He was proud to wear them.”
Source: Archangel
“His scars were hidden and safe in her hand.”
“His scent messes with my head. I want to reach out and caress his face. Kiss his wounds better. Beg for forgiveness. Curse him. Push him away. Cry on his shoulder for what we've done. For how it ended. For what we became afterward. Because I'm full of crap, and he is totally empty.”
Source: Pretty Reckless
“His scorn of the great is repeated too often to be real; no man thinks much of that which he despises.”
Source: The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland: And a Criticism on Their Works
“His scowl deepened. “If he wanted to hurt Will, he could have easily come here when I was at work, but no, he respected your feelings, and he allowed us to come together in our own time.”
“As opposed to what? Dragging me up by my hair to the altar?” Bree asked.
“Well that was his suggestion. I suggested a more diplomatic approach.”
Source: The Vendetta
“His scowl returned. "Why, if they're supposed to be Greek, are all of them speaking with an English accent?" She laughed. "Didn't you know that British is, like, the universal 'foreign' language in Hollywood? They use it in any movie where they want to have a foreign feel to it, regardless of where it's set”
“His screaming stallions maned with whistling wind.”
“His second cycle of teachings discusses the cosmology of the universes. But in his later years, he wrote the tantric texts.”
“His second motto: Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy laws my services are bound.”
“His secret name, which belongs to me, and to him, and to no one else.”
Source: Delirium Stories: Hana, Annabel, Raven and Alex
“His secretary, who acted as interpreter, was to say, later, that this glance of hatred was the first sign he had given of returning health.”
Source: The Roots of Heaven
“His sense of humor is purely cheap vaudeville, yet everyone falls for it.”
Source: Lisa Lutz Spellman Series E-Book Box Set: The Spellman Files, Curse of the Spellmans, Revenge of the Spellmans, The Spellmans Strike Again
“His sense of “justice” had been hard tempered by his sense of law enforcement; a perfect way to reverse the presumption of innocence.”
Source: The Spy Files
“His sensibility is a sonata of courage and discernment. When others tiptoe, he strides forward to enhance development. This is a man who is self-assured about his divine assignment. That is what enables him to become and remain a sensible man.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“His sensibility is a sonata of courage and discernment. When others tiptoe, he strides forward to enhance development. This is a man who is self-assured about his divine assignment. This is what enables him to become and remain a sensible man.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“His sensitive nature was still smarting under the lashes of an undivided and squalid way of life. His soul was still disquieted and cast down by the dull phenomenon of Dublin. He had emerged from a two years' spell of revery to find himself in the midst of a new scene, every event and figure of which affected him intimately, disheartened him or allured and, whether alluring or disheartening, filled him always with unrest and bitter thoughts. All the leisure which his school life left him was passed in the company of subversive writers whose jibes and violence of speech set up a ferment in his brain before they passed out of it into his crude writings.”
Source: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
“His sentences didn't seem to have any verbs, which was par for a politician. All nouns, no action.”
Source: Charlie All Night
“His sexy smile crept back into me [...] and he made me feel like I could do it. That I could change my life too.”
“His sexy smile said trust me or don’t, he didn’t care.”
Source: Bewitched
“His shadow slipped over hers again, and she could almost feel his eyes studying her. "You're different," his voice whispered. "I can't decide if that's a good thing."
'It is', she transmitted, surprised at how much she wanted him to believe her.
He walked away without another word.”
Source: Neverseen
“His shadow was a bizarre shape, stretching and pulling like it belonged to someone else.”
Source: Five Midnights
“His shadows were different. Born in a lightless, airless prison meant to break him. Instead, he had learned its language.”
“His sharp eyes fall on me, and oh my great God, they soften into the clearest azure colour. They soften as if he were drowning and found his shore in me.”
Source: Misted
“His ship sank. They were all on his side.”
Source: The New Land