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He said, You're so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break. I wanted him to break me. Part of me did.

He says one word, nodding into the daylight. "Look." It's an astounding word. It's a gift.

He shook his head and eyed Roarke. "You don't look like a cop." "I'm not and thank you for noticing.

He shrugged, looking right into my eyes. "Right now, this is all I feel." He held our intertwined hands up for me to see and I wanted to look away, but I couldn't break the hold his gaze had on me, like he could see more than anyone else saw. Things I couldn't see myself.

He started to look at me in a manner I recognized: it was the way I looked at a new book, one I had never read before, one that surprised me with all it had to say.

He soon acquired the forlorn look that one sees in vegetarians.

He stepped down, avoiding any long look at her as one avoids long looks at the sun, but seeing her as one sees the sun, without looking.

He stops, looks up at this window, and I can see the white oblong of his face. We look at each other. I have no rose to toss, he has no lute. But it's the same kind of hunger.

He stepped toward her, and her heart just ached from it. His face was so handsome, and so dear, and so perfectly wonderfully familiar. She knew the slope of his cheeks, and the exact shade of his eys, brownish near the iris, melting into green at the edge. And his mouth-she knew that mouth, the look of it, the feel of it. She knew his smile, and she knew his frown, and she knew- she knew far to much.

He's not going to look back if you don't,' he said, 'They're the most forgiving creatures God ever made.

He that hath time and looks for better time, time comes that he repents himself of time.

He, too, stood looking at her for a moment - and it seemed to her that it was not a look of greeting after an absence, but the look of someone who had thought of her every day of that year. She could not be certain, it was only an instant, so brief that just as she caught it, he was turning.

He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.

He tricked himself into thinking that she would look into his eyes and remember, that love would conquer all.

He was gazing at her, the way one did when one felt one was unobserved. He had that look on his face, the look he usually got only when he was playing the violin, as if he were completely caught up and entranced.

He was getting that look he gets, oh boy, like Here comes Moses tromping down off of Mount Syanide with ten fresh ways to wreck your life.

He was wearing a look that she found odd and compelling - that amusement that didn’t seem to pass beyond the surface of his features, as he found everything in the world both infinitely funny and infinitely tragic all at the same time.

He was so handsome,but he didn't look well.He reminded her of a cigarette.

He whipped out his sheet, then pulled it over himself and wrapped it tightly around his face like an old woman in a shawl. 'How do I look?' 'Like the ugliest shanky girl I’ve ever seen,' Minho responded. 'You better thank the gods above you were born a dude.' 'Thanks.

He was so popular you could barely look at him without being blinded by cool.

He who has calmly reconciled his life to fate ... can look fortune in the face.

He who has no pleasure in looking up, is not fit so much as to look down.

He who has read Kafka's Metamorphosis and can look into his mirror unflinching may technically be able to read print, but is illiterate in the only sense that matters.

He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser.

He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.

He who follows his lessons tastes a profound peace, and looks upon everybody as a bunch of manure.

He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.

He who looks for advantage out of friendship strips it all of its nobility.

He that lives in sin and looks for happiness hereafter is likehimthat soweth cockleand thinkstofill hisbarnwith wheat or barley.

He that will often put eternity and the world before him, and who will dare to look steadfastly at both of them, will find that the more often he contemplates them, the former will grow greater, and the latter less.

He who lays up treasures in heaven looks forward to eternity

He who never looks up to a living God, to a heavenly presence, loses the power of perceiving that presence, and the universe slowly turns into a dead machine, clashing and grinding on, without purpose or end. If the light within us be darkness, how great is that darkness!

He who looks in the crystal ball ends up eating glass... They're way, way close.

He who seeks eternity should look at the sky, he who seeks the moment, should look at the cloud.

Homo sapiens, the first truly free species, is about to decommission natural selection, the force that made us. Soon we must look deep within ourselves and decide what we wish to become.

Homosexuals are like Judas: They look good in a robe, and their kisses are legendary.

Honest is how I want to look. The truth doesn't glitter and shine.

Honestly I prefer dressing for comfort rather than style, so whatever is comfortable and looks decent, that'll do.

Honesty is the biggest thing I admire, respect, and look for. And it's something that's kind of disappearing in some people nowadays.

He that loses his conscience has nothing left that is worth keeping. Therefore be sure you look to that, and in the next place look to your health; and if you have it, praise God and value it next to a good conscience.

He who travels in the Barque of Peter had better not look too closely into the engine room.

He who would reproach an author for obscurity should look into his own mind to see whether it is quite clear there. In the dusk the plainest writing is illegible.

Hey, big spender,” I said. He looked appreciative but more amused than anything else. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a one dollar bill. “Hugh,” I said. “Don’t insult me.” With a sigh, he produced a five and tucked it underneath my bra strap. “Hey, Seth,” Cody suddenly said. I looked up and saw Seth standing in the doorway. A look of comic bemusement was on his face. “Hey,” he said, studying me. “So…you’re paying for dinner?

Hey, it isn't bad that I look young.

He would look so young. They were both so young. Tessa knew it was unusual to marry at seventeen and eighteen, but they were racing a clock. The clock of Jem's life, before it wound down.

Hey, look your girlfriend is saying something. Artemis had a vast mental reserve of scathing comebacks at his disposal, but none of them covered girlfriend insults. He wasn't even sure if it was an insult. And if it was, who was being insulted? Him or the girl?

He would never abandon her, never leave a gaping hole, and even if he died someday, he was preserved like a lab specimen from all the alcohol he imbibed, so he wouldn't look or act much different.

He who would foresee what is to happen should look to what has happened: for all that is has its counterpart in time past.

Hey, look, I just regenerated a finger. Guess which one.

Hey, Sunshine, your friend’s awake. What’s his name? (Starla) I don’t know, Starla. I didn’t ask. (Sunshine) You look like a Steve. Are you hungry, Steve? (Starla)