Quotes of: Him Keyword

I got him a cool gift. I got him a pack of razors, and a really furry dead cat.

If you bring the booze and food, I'll bring the thirst and hunger

I kissed him until everything that hurt inside me melted into a pool of black water so deep I couldn’t touch the bottom. As long as I was touching him, I wouldn’t drown.

The Impossible Knife of Memory

How come you're so different, I asked once, as we sat in the shade of the pine tree. Yukiko's answer, a sentence learned by heart: Because I fell from a star.

I Called Him Necktie

Sometimes life seems like a poorly designed cage within which man has been sentenced to be free.

If You Meet the Buddha on the Road, Kill Him: The Pilgrimage Of Psychotherapy Patients

You can't anyone love you. You just have to reveal who you are and take your chances. (105)

If You Meet the Buddha on the Road, Kill Him: The Pilgrimage Of Psychotherapy Patients

I sent a quick text to Adrian: I honestly hadn’t expected him to be awake this early, so I was surprised to get a response: So typical of him. he wrote back. I didn’t dignify that with a response.

The Indigo Spell

Don't allow the opinions of other people to shape your concept of him. Get to know him yourself, and let the goodness of God change you from the inside out.

Jesus Is _______.: Find a New Way to Be Human

These Outwallers that killed Hector - the Sossag - they were serving a Power of the Wild called Thorn. Aye?" "Naming calls. But yes." The captain drank. "So I call him and he comes and I gut him," Tom said. "So?

The Red Knight

A man who tells you to follow him will turn his followers into his company, while a true leader who does not tell you to follow him, will sit in the company of his followers.

Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

Do you mean that the tyrant will dare to use violence against the people who fathered him, and raise his hand against them if they oppose him? So the tyrant is a parricide, and little comfort to his old parent.

The Republic

Do not, she urged her inner vixen, look at the way those blue jeans fit his lean legs. Do not notice how he’s filled out in all the right places.

She Likes Him Bad

He asked what she was in for and complimented the find workmanship of her metal extremities, but she ignored him, making him briefly question if he'd been separated from the female population for so long that he could be losing his charm. But that se...

Scarlet

Yves. You are goint to love him all over again when you meet him, believe me. You're married.' 'I'm what? But I can't be more than eighteen!' 'My son is very persuasive,' said Saul proudly.

Seeking Crystal

He turns off the techno-shit in his goggles. All it does is confuse him; he stands there reading statistics about his own death even as it's happening to him. Very post-modern.

Snow Crash

I wonder whether my love would be divided up more between him and Mama if I'd had him for longer, but I don't think so. I think we stretch out forever in our hearts.

Someday Dancer

Siddhartha began to understand that it was not happiness and peace that had come to him with his son but, rather, sorrow and worry. But he loved him and preferred the sorrow and worry of love to the happiness and peace he had known without the boy.

Siddhartha

He’d always loved this land, loved how his family had tamed it. It was as much a part of him as his blood. Being involved with him meant moving back here. Being surrounded by bad memories.

Slow Ride Home

He was right: not about her playing him, or about her laughing at him, but certainly about her carelessness, about her casual disregard for how he would feel if he found out, and about the stunning lack of depth it exposed in her character.

Searching for Grace Kelly

This is the owner of Dark Haven. Master Xavier. Call him ‘my liege.’” Xavier sighed. He had no idea who’d first given him that title, but the submissives took such delight in it, he’d allowed it to continue.

My Liege of Dark Haven

I don't know how to describe it, but the more I stare at him, the more I see his grief wrapped around him like shackles he can never take off.

My Heart and Other Black Holes

My ashtray is full, the carton of cigarettes is empty, and I just cremated grandpa. But I never inhaled—or told him I loved him.

My love can only occupy one person at a time