He Held Her Quotes

#1. He held her face in his hands and his gaze warmed her sadness. "I don't care how you got here. I'm just happy you were born." He rubbed noses with hers. "Real happy.

Selena Robins

#2. He caught her, and he held her, and he let her cry, and cry, and cry, and he let her use his sheets to wipe her eyes, and her nose, and God knows what, because he had plenty of clean sheets, and he only had one Kat.

Tara Janzen

#3. As he held her by the waist,she leaned forward,her pouty lips parted,her head just slightly tilted,and eveloped his mouth with such passion that I felt I should look away but couldn't.

John Green

#4. There are times when words are extra, like raindrops on drenched grass. There are times for holding. He held her ...

Bud Macfarlane Jr.

#5. Pressing his forehead to the cool glass, he held her gaze, her palm, his eyes pleading with her. Don't go. Don't leave me.

Charlotte Featherstone

#6. My motto is - if it feels good -" he grinned as he held her gaze "- then I do it.

B. J. Daniels

#7. With horror he saw that her hair was already afire as the tarred stake burned about her head. He held her agonized gaze with his fierce black eyes. "I'll love you forever, and beyond," he vowed as he raised both arms and plunged his sword into her heart.

~Marcus Magnus

Virginia Henley

#8. Olivia," he sighed as he held her tight against him. "I like the way you leap."
For once her laughter was free and easy. "And I like the way you catch me when I land.

Marie Force

#9. In actuality Boaz respected and recognized Ruth's character first. As a result he held her in high regard. You can instantly catch a man's attention, but if you don't have his respect you won't get the relationship you deserve.

Stephan Labossiere

#10. This was how God had intended it to be. A precious gift. A sacred oneness.
I love you. He said the words in the way he held her, his rock hard arms so gentle they felt like air around her. I love you. His hands told her-not merely touching her, but worshiping her.

Catherine Anderson

#11. Odd how a man who never smiled could make her feel things she didn't know existed. He held her heart in his hands. From the moment she saw him, some thread had linked them together.

Jill Barnett

#12. He was lying there on his death bed, and he asked for her as his last wish.
She came with tears in her eyes. He held her hand and said with a smile," I wish I died daily", And then a flat line.

Nishikant

#13. He held her forever. Ashy flickers swam in his eyes, shadows of temptation drawing her into infinite depths. A breath away from his tantalising mouth, she parted her lips. The thudding of her pulse hurt. The knocking of her heart brushed her soul. She sank into him.

Chris Lange

#14. Love, he thought as he held her to his heart, was an agony beyond compare.

Nalini Singh

#15. I like the change then." He held her hand again. "Change is inevitable and sometimes it is good." He smiled.

Sara Naveed

#16. If he had even blinked, she would have been gone; but he did not blink, and he held her, as he had learned to hold griffins and chimeras motionless with his steady gaze. Her bare feet wounded him deeper than any tusk or riving talon ever had, but he was a true hero.

Peter S. Beagle

#17. He held her sleepy hand and tried to pretend she was his girl.

Debra Anastasia

#18. He held her, and rocked her slightly side to side, soothing her as she'd seen him calm their children after innumerable physical injuries and social injustices.

Lisa Genova

#19. He was a fool to think he could have love twice in this life. Arrogance. He held her hand close his chest with both of his hands. No one was entitled to anything in this life, not the least of all love.

Jami Attenberg

#20. My Sihaya,' he said as he held her, 'I have loved you for five thousand years.

Brian Herbert

#21. Avelina shuddered and pressed her face into Lord Thornbeck's shoulder. He held her tight against him. If only she could stay like this forever, safe and warm and protected, or at least until she stopped shaking. She

Melanie Dickerson

#22. You're not horribly terrible."
He shook his head at her. "You say the nicest things." He held her gaze for a moment. "You're not trying to get into my pants, are you?

Dana Marton

#23. So he held her and he prayed. Shafts of moonlight on his face. But the baby in her womb, He was the maker of the moon. He was the author of the fate that could make the mountains move.

Andrew Peterson

#24. He held her against him and for once he understood what she had felt every day that he had known her

Melina Marchetta

#25. Only the future matters, Sora. Guilt is an illusion, a way of lingering on the past. You can't change what happened." He held her eyes , carving himself into her mind. "You are alive. That is what you should worry about. Your thoughts can torture you - but not the dead. They've moved on.

T.L. Shreffler

#26. Our bodies aren't strangers,' he said, his voice ragged. 'Our spirits aren't strangers'. He held her face in his hands. 'Tell me what part of me is stranger to you and I'll destroy that part of me.'
And she wept to hear his words.

Melina Marchetta

#27. The first couple of times, he simply stayed - a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered "Shhh, I'm here, its alright." After three weeks, he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness.

Markus Zusak

#28. He held her as though she was a gift. Given to him in love. Something still and small. Unbearably precious.

Arundhati Roy

#29. But now he held her. He forgot to worry as much about waking her up. She turned her body to his, eyes closed, and curled herself around him. She pressed her cheek to her chest, and he felt the tickle of her hair in his neck and under his nose. Trust and love went together.

Ann Brashares

#30. He held her like a new woman
and what she felt
felt almost as good as love had,
and each of them called it love
because precision didn't matter anymore.

Stephen Dunn

#31. He held her for a minute, then two, then three, simply holding her and committing to memory what he could not have in life.

Courtney Milan

#32. He held her gaze, let everything he felt for her show in his eyes. "Love you, darlin'." She rewarded him with a tremulous smile and reached up to touch his face. "Show me.

Kaylea Cross

#33. Ridges of muscle on his stomach rose under his skin like divisions on a slab of chocolate. He held her close by the light of an oil lamp, and he shone as though he had been polished with a high-wax body polish.

Arundhati Roy

#34. Put me down."
"Nope." He held her snuggled to his bare chest, tipping her up so he could rub his cheek against hers. "I like carrying you.

Cherise Sinclair

#35. It was ironic; he held her captive, yet she'd captivated him.

Jeaniene Frost

#36. Because it was then, as he held her in his unwavering gaze, that she knew she was in love with him as well.

Nicholas Sparks

#37. Bruised, she spent the night with him; bruised, too, he held her as close as he could. It was all done, promised, and decided on.

Henry H. Roth

#38. But he could not tell her he loved her. He held her hand. Happiness is this, he thought.

Virginia Woolf

#39. He held her close enough to kiss, close enough to whisper the most important secrets in the world, and he spoke to her as he would have wanted some good angel to speak to his family, to his own shivering young soul, long ago and in a land far away.

Cassandra Clare

#40. One time she threw a dinner plate at his head and called him retarded. Then he held her down in the shower, calling her a hot-head.

Stylo Fantome

#41. He held her close and hard and inside himself he said goodbye and then goodbye and goodbye.

Ernest Hemingway,

#42. She was already in his palace, in his life. He couldn't go back
and wouldn't even if he could. She was so close to him now that it was as if he held her in his palm like a glowing ember
and gave thanks for the pain even as he inhaled the smoke from his burning flesh.

Elizabeth Hoyt

#43. I have a request to make,my lord."
He held her gaze; she could see him trying to decide what she might ask, but eventually he surrendered."And that is?"
"Take me to your bed.

Stephanie Laurens

#44. She cried and he held her and he cried too. He didn't think that either could say what they were crying about, but it was something they needed to do, right now, together, and then, quite suddenly, they were laughing, hard, brash laughter that came up from someplace deep.

Elizabeth Brundage

#45. In time, she eased into sleep, and her head rested against the plane of his shoulder. He held her and wondered that such a simple intimacy between a man and woman could mean so much.

Dorien Kelly

#46. He made her laugh always made her taste a strange and exquisite bliss when he held her in his arms.

Emmuska Orczy

#47. He woke up to knocks on his door.
"Just a minute!" he said out loud. "I'm coming!"
He got up and straightened himself as he opened the door.
"Besi!" he said, overcome with emotion.
He held her and never let go.

Yasmin Tirado-Chiodini

#48. From the moment he held her, and looked into her eyes, he was a changed man. He'd held that tiny girl in his arms that moment; he would hold her in his heart forever. p. 20 Joe Bristow on being a father

Jennifer Donnelly

#49. Oh my God, you're insatiable.' He held her arms. 'Only on the full moon.' *

Clem Chambers

#50. He held her hand and shook his head. "They're inside, part of us by now. They are us. Where can we escape?

Greg Bear

#51. And he held her all night long, his bear's heart tearing itself into a million pieces.

Nalini Singh

#52. He could do only one thing at a time. If he held her, he couldn't kiss her. If he kissed her, he couldn't see her. If he saw her, he couldn't feel her.

Arundhati Roy

#53. He understood now why she was so much calmer, so much happier when he held her hand while they walked. When he first did that, she had looked at their linked fingers quizzically, but didn't pull away, even though she had been as skittish as a stray cat. limit.

Sandra Ross

#54. Arin pulled her onto his lap. He held her shaking form, tucked his face into the crook of her cold neck as she sobbed against him. He murmured that he loved her more than he could say. He promised that he would always choose her first.

Marie Rutkoski

#55. He held her gaze as he lowered his head toward her. He didn't kiss her though
just leaned kissably close and asked, Will you let me take you in my arms ... for a dance, Leslie?

Melissa Marr

#56. What can I give you? I get a handsome guy who does look good in the morning, and I get a great ring. What do you get?"
"The only thing I've ever wanted." He held her tight and smiled. "I get you,wild thing.

Rachel Gibson

#57. But in the night he woke and held her tight as though she were all of life and it was being taken from him. He held her feeling she was all of life there was and it was true.

Ernest Hemingway,

#58. I'm not strong enough for this," he whispered in her ear - like he didn't want anyone to hear that coming out of his mouth. Ever. Running her hands up his powerful back, she held him just as hard. "But I am.

J.R. Ward

#59. He kissed her as though he were starved for her. Like he'd been held away from her and had finally broken free. It was the kind of kiss that lived only in her fantasies. No one had ever made her feel so..consumed.

Maya Banks

#60. Margaretha suddenly plastered herself against his chest, burying her face in his shoulder and clinging to him with one hand, while she held the torch in her other hand away from them. He wrapped his arm around her, to protect her.

Melanie Dickerson

#61. A daughter,' Rowley scooped up the child and held her high. The baby blinked from sleep and crowed with him. 'Any fool can have a son,' he said. 'It takes a man to conceive a daughter.

Ariana Franklin

#62. He took her hand from her head and held it in his. "Your beauty could make a rose blush."
"Are you ... drunk?

Michelle M. Pillow

#63. To my surprise, the young lady held up her gloved hand to detain me. "If your friend," she said, "would be good enough to stop, he might be of inestimable service to me.

Arthur Conan Doyle

#64. Chaol stepped up to the line. "Dance with me," he said, and held out his hand to her.

Sarah J. Maas

#65. She flew into his arms. Held on tight as he swung her off her feet and hugged her so hard it hurt. She didn't care. She didn't want him to ever let go.

Cindy Gerard

#66. He held up his hand, and in it was ...
Oh, God.
The neon-pink vibrator, glowing in the dark now. It was following her, stalking her, all the way down the yellow brick road to hell.

Jill Shalvis

#67. She said softly, "You make me want to live, Rowan. Not survive; not exist. Live."
He didn't have the words. Not when what she said hit him harder and deeper than any kiss.
So he climbed into bed and held her tightly all through the night.

Sarah J. Maas

#68. He let himself be storm-tossed, riding her billowing sea. When she held him like this he could see nothing, but the colour of his blindness was the colour of waves breaking

Howard Jacobson

#69. They sat and he drew her into him. Their lips met, sparking an internal firework display. His soft exquisite lips pressed gently against hers. His kiss held the exact right balance between tenderness and a kind of passionate urgency.

Amanda Turner

#70. Sterling turned to Michael. I expected her to ask him something, but instead she just held out her hand. "Keys."
"Spatula," Michael replied. She narrowed her eyes at him. "We aren't just saying random nouns?" he asked archly.

Jennifer Lynn Barnes

#71. She held his stare, waiting for a clue to his intentions - a smile, a nod, even a frown. But he just looked straight at her, his eyes boring holes in her, reaching inside and lighting a fuse line of heat down to her belly. It seemed to last an eternity, that stare.

Maggie LaCroix

#72. The boy held her tighter, murmured soft words to lull her to sleep.
"It's only a nightmare," he whispered. "The dreams will stop."
He didn't understand. The dreams were the only place it was safe to use her power now, and she longed for them.

Leigh Bardugo

#73. Who is this brave woman," he said softly between gasps, "who has pierced my heart?" Rivka smiled, at peace, and held him. She was still wearing her sword.

Shira Glassman

#74. I held her, he wanted to say, and if I knew for certain that all it would take to hold her again would be to die, then I couldn't raise the gun to my head fast enough.

Dennis Lehane

#75. She reached for the hilt of her sword, but like a flash he drew the dagger that was at his waist and held it at her throat with his other hand pressed behind her neck.
"Now, now princess, that is not the proper way to behave. I have not even threatened you," he looked her over, "yet.

B.C. Morin

#76. He pulled her back, off balance so that she fell against him, and he took her face in his two hands and held it very still while his eyes looked down into hers. Somber, truthful, painfully honest. "I love you, Chloe," he said. "Which is the most dangerous thing I could do.

Anne Stuart

#77. Don't cry,nyonda," he murmured.
Phillipa took a deep breath. "What does that mean, anyway? Nyonda?"
His green gaze held hers. "It's Swahili. It means 'beloved.'" A small smile touched his mouth, and he brushed her cheek again. "You do know I love you, Phillipa. To an alarming degree.

Suzanne Enoch

#78. He held his grip on her arm. "What if something goes wrong? Have you thought of that? What if today is all there is?" "Today, tomorrow," she said. "A day is nothing. A day is just a match you strike after the ten

Adam Johnson

#79. He could have flung his arms about her hips and held her still, for his arms were trembling with desire to seize her and only the stress of his nails against the palms of his hands held the wild impulse of his body in check.

James Joyce

#80. At least we have each other. He held out his arms, like he would have given her a huge hug if they hadn't been strapped into their seats. The nose of the ship tipped to the right and he quickly grasped the controls again, leveling it out just in time to dodge flock of pigeons.

Marissa Meyer

#81. He leaned in and kissed her cheek. Just the lightest touch of lips, but it took her breath away.
"What was that for?" She said, when she could talk.
He held out his hands to the street and the town. "See, the world didnt explode. I think we can be friends

Kathryn James

#82. Hers was the perfect love that dwells on the other's happiness, and not on its own. She knew that, though for the time being he would find bliss and oblivion in her arms, he would soon repine in inactivity whilst others fought for that which he held sublime.

Emmuska Orczy

#83. Don't just read words,' he would tell her as he held up the latest story, 'devour them. Let the words create new worlds.

Janette Rallison

#84. If you want," he told her, "the dog'll go."
"I want."
"The dog really scares you that much?"
She held out her hand, tried to hold it steady but couldn't. "No, I always shake like this.

Suzanne Brockmann

#85. He buried his face against her neck and held on to her healing compassion for just as long as she'd let him.

Julie Miller

#86. I held her tight all night. Later on when Gabe came in I told him I was keeping her. With a smirk he told me he'd return with some fresh clothes. A year ago I wouldn't have picked him out of a crowd - now it felt like he was my best friend. And I owed it all to the girl sleeping in my arms.

Rachel Van Dyken

#87. I held her in my arms last night," he said quietly. "And when I felt her every response, I thought, 'There's nothing else I could ever want.' Whether there's a Heaven or not, it doesn't matter. This ... Those moments when she gave me everything were more than I ever hoped Heaven could be.

Joey W. Hill

#88. Can I see it?"
She knew what he meant, and had held up her hands before her.
Ribbons and plumes and flowers of red and gold fire danced through his room, bright and glorious and elegant.
Chaol's eyes had been lined with silver when the flames winked out. "it's lovely," he said at last.

Sarah J. Maas

#89. Quinn held Mhisery tight to his chest, offering his strength to her when he could see she was closer to breaking than she ever had in his company

Shyloh Morgan

#90. He would like to be held in the arms of this clear-eyed, clear-voiced girl, who seems to be the only creature among all of his acquaintances who cares for something beside self-glorification and the gratification of her own desires.

Meg Rosoff

#91. There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [He] held his breath. The entire world waited and held its breath.

Ray Bradbury

#92. He held out a shaky and worn hand and she met it with one of her young and inexperienced ones.

S.A. Tawks

#93. Gray's dark stare bored into the eyes of the pirate who held Maeve. If you so much as breathe on her, I'll kill you, he silently vowed,

Danelle Harmon

#94. I stared at her closely, studying her face, her eyes, everything. This was the angel that tamed a demon; the soul that trapped him and held him with a power he'd never felt before. Love.

Dan Wells

#95. Their gazes locked and held for a long beat, like maybe he was taking her pulse from across the room, absorbing the fact that she was drenched and breathless. The corners of his mouth twitched. She'd amused him again.

Jill Shalvis

#96. He was once a captive in her attic. Now she was the one held captive, enraptured by his unwavering trust.

Pam Godwin

#97. There was a certain beauty in waiting. This is why he didn't immediately put his hands on her. Even though every fiber of his being cried out for him to touch her, he held back and contemplated this unexpected moment.
Grady Bergeron, my hero in Watch Me

Riley Murphy

#98. Dost though even know what would become of me? Thou dost not." She exhaled sharply. "Friends would disown me. It is our way. I would be alone!"

"No," he said unexpectedly. He turned and held his hand to her, palm upward, empty, a simple masculine offering. "Maddygirl. With...me.

Laura Kinsale

#99. You, Lilah, scare the hell out of me."
"Why?" she whispered.
He met her gaze and held it. "Because I could fall for you, Lilah. Hard and deep and never want to come back up."
She could scarcely breathe. "What's wrong with that?"
"We'd drown.

Jill Shalvis

#100. It seemed as if Gisela's screams were growing closer. The brutal kicking stopped. He heard a loud thud and several startled yells. He forced his eyes open. Gisela was on top of Ruexner on the ground, pummeling his head with her fists, while Ruexner held his arms up to protect his face.

Melanie Dickerson