Top 100 His Fingers Quotes
#1. I'm hoping for a broadsword," Patrick said, crossing his fingers. "We can go all Game of Thrones on Arkansas." "I've always hated Arkansas," Ben considered. "We all do, Ben. We all hate Arkansas.
Clayton Smith
#2. Do you want a baby?" I finally ask.
"No."
My heart almost stops. "No?"
"I don't want a baby." Dean puts his hand on my belly, spreading his fingers out. "But I do want this baby. I want our baby."
I smile, relief filling me like light. "Good, because that's all I've got.
Nina Lane
#3. She ducked her head, studying his fingers, spreading them against her own, comparing their lengths. His hand dwarfed hers.
Elizabeth Hoyt
#4. And a man who is stupid enough to let you slip through his fingers does not deserve you anyway.
Helen Brooks
#5. The desperate resilience,the annoyed flamboyance;his personable passivity and his phobic aggressiveness; all trapped in the clever wrinkles of his fingers, the hard unsociable cast of his knuckles, the safe hopelessness of the pads.
Brandon Shire
#6. Mark ran his fingers over the bindings and
whispered words, written long ago, words that
wriggled through the aged leather, trembled
beneath his touch. What lives and loves,
hopes and dreams, deaths and despair
these volumes held.
Ellen Read
#7. Gideon touched her cheek, lightly, with the tips of his fingers. "Did you know your name means 'wisdom'? It was very well-given.
Cassandra Clare
#8. He curves his fingers, hitting that sweet spot deep inside. The unicorn found the fucking Holy Grail.
Didn't even need a map.
He navigated right there.
J.M. Darhower
#9. He placed the tip of his fingers on her chin and tilted her head up to his. Rylan slowly closed her eyes as she felt his breathing quicken. The chill of his lips as they pressed against hers made her buckle at the knees, falling even further into him.
Courtney Giardina
#10. He slid his fingers over her jaw and tilted her face up to his. "You're smarter than hell, sexier than hell, and I like you way more than I should," he said.
Jill Shalvis
#11. Oh baby, he whispers. Steps back. Out of the doorway. His face ashen. He walks slowly back to the kitchen. Leans over the counter. Puts his head in his hands. His hair falls over his fingers.
The bathroom door clicks shut.
She stays there for a long time.
He's pulling his hair out.
Lisa McMann
#12. Every schoolboy hath that famous testament of Grunnius Corocotta Porcellus at his fingers end.
Robert A. Burton
#13. She opened her eyes and met his. The impact was so strong he was amazed that his fingers continued playing without pause.
Patricia Briggs
#14. Five syllables," Apollo said, counting them on his fingers. "That would be real bad.
Rick Riordan
#15. He extended his fingers and felt them tingle, like they were waking up - pins and needles. Then flames flickered to life, curls of red-hot fire dancing across his palm.
Rick Riordan
#16. If you ask me to kiss you, I will," he says.
His fingers stroke the inside of my wrists, and I burst into flames.
"Kiss me," I say.
He does.
Stephanie Perkins
#17. I was his fire, one look boiling his blood and turning him from a man who'd blush at a dirty word to one who'd make me feel like a virgin again, shying away from the scandalous things he whispered in my ear while he made me lick my come off his fingers.
Nicole Castle
#18. I can't even tell you how good it felt to see him. It felt even better when he reached through the metal grate, wrapped his fingers around the front of my shirt, dragged me forward, and kissed me through the bars.
"Sorry" he said-only not looking to sorry, if you know what I mean.
Meg Cabot
#19. Sean takes my ponytail in his hand, his fingers touching my neck, and then he tucks my hair into my collar out of the reach of the wind. He avoids my gaze. Then he links his arm back around me and pushes his calf into Corr's side.
Maggie Stiefvater
#20. Art is not a job for an artist, just as religion is not a job for a priest." He runs his fingers through his hair again. "Sometimes I see myself as almost like an academic. My artworks are not really products; they are papers that you write when you have finalized a strain of thought.
Sarah Thornton
#21. His fingers, frozen in midfidget on his good knee, said
PEOPLE AREN'T SUPPOSED TO ASK ME THAT.
Either that or
I HAVE JUST BEEN SHOT THROUGH THE PAPER SCREEN.
He wasn't bleeding.
Jennifer Echols
#22. Not the way I knew Christian's touch would burn me, the way it blessed me and bled me, the way he would singe me as his fingers traced my skin, the way he would sear me with his kiss. I couldn't handle anything so intense.
A.L. Jackson
#23. Words raced thru his mind and his fingers ached to capture them all on paper.
Eveli Acosta
#24. smashed that kid's face in. I bashed his brains until they were splattered across the floor. Eric snapped his fingers to bring Aaron back around. "Earth to Holbrook.
Ania Ahlborn
#25. M'sieur, I am as a slave to my wife." He kissed the tips of his fingers. "I am as the dirt beneath her feet." He clasped his hands. "I must bestow on her all that she desires, or die!"
"Pray make use of my sword, " invited his Grace. "It is in the corner behind you.
Georgette Heyer
#26. My son now is 22 months old, he's been playing since he was 12 months old and he gets standing ovations on the drums. He's been with us since he was 10 weeks old, he's been on the drums. He's got blisters on his fingers before he can even talk.
Dick Dale
#27. Stop complainin." Jess climbed up to the cab and leaned down to pull me up beside him. "I'm not complaining." His fingers clung to my wrists as the soles on my gray, canvas shoes slipped up the worn steps. "It's hot. I'm sweatin'. I don't want to go campin'," his voiced pitched high to mock me.
S.D. Hendrickson
#28. I closed my eyes and leaned back into his body; his fingers kneaded my hips, caressed my stomach. God, it felt good.
Andrea Cremer
#29. His fingers never ceased to amaze me. They could break a man's neck, bandage a wound, and slide sensually across bare skin.
Richelle Mead
#30. This belongs to me now, he said as his fingers slid slowly against me.
Teresa Mummert
#31. You were created out of love and good."
"There is not good in her," he said sharply, lowering his chin, while twisting the steam between his fingers.
"There has to be somewhere, as there still is in you. I can sense it. You've just buried it.
Tania Penn
#32. Am I hot now?" he asked, his voice low and rumbling with arousal as his fingers slipped beneath my panties.
I arched into his touch, bracing my hands on his chest. "Baby, you don't know how to be anything else.
Samantha Young
#33. I'm blessed with a good pair of ears. That's how I fooled my piano teacher. I'd watch his fingers and I'd listen to it, and I just kind of basically learned it by myself.
Eddie Van Halen
#34. His hand still rested on her breast, but his fingers had stilled. The touch that had been so agitating now felt comforting. As though he soothed her by it.
Meredith Duran
#35. His fingers caressed the column of my tense throat. I shivered in fear. I hated not being able to see what was happening, it forced me to feel everything.
C.J. Roberts
#36. I can feel the apology in his fingers, and this takes the wind out of me, so I lean into him - just a little - and read over his shoulder. His hand is warm and I don't want to stop holding it. We
Jennifer Niven
#37. And then I met this girl." He paused, his fingers finding mine in a tight squeeze. "And she made all my dark corners light
Gwen Hayes
#38. Time has stopped; time is racing. Lochie's lips are rough yet smooth, hard yet gentle. His fingers are strong: I feel them in my hair and on my neck and down my arms and against my back. And I never want him to let me go.
Tabitha Suzuma
#39. But when it comes to Michael Realm, I might be a little murderous. But just a little. He pinches his fingers together.
Suzanne Young
#40. Seth let out a heavy sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. She had a point. Constant stops would put them at greater risk, especially when it came to Natti being seen. And obviously, it wasn't likely she'd stay in the car, even if he did ask. Maybe if he tied her up in the backseat?
Kelsey Ketch
#41. Fisher twined his fingers with mine and when he did, the feeling was the best thing in the world, like it was always better to be this tangled up, to always have a piece of each other.
Brenna Yovanoff
#42. You're practically begging for it, aren't you?" he murmured.
"No."
His chuckle rasped over her senses. "I like begging, Reagan."
"I'm not going to beg."
He was silent for a moment, his fingers still playing, and she wondered if she'd said the wrong thing. Then he said softly, "Damn.
Kelly Jamieson
#43. He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way.
George R R Martin
#44. Noah held out his hand and I took it, lettng his fingers slide between mine. He led me away from the lighthouse and back along the path, guiding me home. Somewhere, I knew Jack was smiling.
Kate Kae Myers
#45. You know one thing I always wanted in a man?" "What?" "Clean fingernails." Justin laughed and looked at his own hand as Amira played with his fingers. "That's a pretty easy request." "You'd be surprised how many men have dirty nails. I don't mean on top. I mean underneath." "I
Celeste Stewart
#46. George had taken off all ten of his fingers and tied them into a bundle with what appeared to be either his own small intestines, or a guitar string; as I walked into the room, he lovingly placed the bundle on his head.
Alan Goldsher
#47. His fingers were permanently yellowed with chalk dust rather than nicotine, but it was still the residue of an addicting substance.
Stephen King
#48. Novels are nice,' my friend said. 'They stop.' He waggled his fingers to make quotation marks in the air. 'They say, 'The End.' Very nice. A marvelous invention. Here we have stories, but never 'The End.
Philip Gourevitch
#49. You like broken things?" Cash muttered.
Zee bit down hard on his plush lower lip. His face was darkly flushed, his fingers tight against Cash's skull. "Love them," he gritted. "Nothing like a project.
Jae T. Jaggart
#50. I must know, he thinks. It must be clear to me. There is a world which is closed to him, a world of shadings, gradations, nuances, and subtleties. He is a genius and yet he is too explicit. June slips between his fingers. You cannot posses without loving.
Anais Nin
#51. His lids lowered and he brushed her cheek with the tips of his fingers. "What if I fall in love with you?"
She turned her face into his palm. "You won't.
Rachel Gibson
#52. Baby, no one would ever make the mistake of using the word ugly with you. Especially with me around." He pushed the curls off my face, his fingers leaving a burning trail. "Everything about you is beautiful and sexy as hell.
Katie McGarry
#53. I closed my eyes. His fingers found mine. I buried my face on his chest, my vision hazy. "I won't remember you."
"You will," he whispered into my hair. "Someday. I'll find you.
Jennifer Rush
#54. The on and off thing is kind of annoying, isn't it? First with Cole, now with Gavin. "Maybe you need a tune up." I rolled my eyes. "I'll just pop into the supernatural ability repair shop sometime tomorrow." He grinned, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw.
Gena Showalter
#55. It's only ever been you, Penny." He pulls back, runs the pads of his fingers across my chin, and meets my gaze. "You're the only one for me.
Lauren Blakely
#57. For what it's worth," Dad says, running his fingers over the picture, "I've never seen anyone run faster than Henry after you hurt your knee last week.
Miranda Kenneally
#58. I fucked up and hurt you. It won't happen again." His fingers tensed around my head and his deep voice dropped low. "I promise you, Kitten, it won't happen again.
Kristen Ashley
#59. Curran struck at my wrist. His fingers were cat-quick, but I had spent my life honing my reflexes, and he missed.
"Well, look at that." I studied my free wrist. "Denied. Good-bye
Ilona Andrews
#60. So did you shoot him?" Cameron asked awkwardly before running his fingers across Julian's cheek.
"No," Julian answered grudgingly. "He was just doing his job," he sighed, as if that was the only thing he could say to console himself for not killing the animal that mauled him.
Abigail Roux
#61. His fingers trace letters on my flesh. He's handing me back my own words. This is real
Autumn Doughton
#62. Sehun love Kai." he brushed his fingers on the gravestone. "Kai love Sehun."
"Sooooo much, Sehun...
FishMeAnEXo
#63. Was it all inevitable, John?" Reeve was pushing his fingers across the floor of the cell, seated on his haunches. I was lying on the mattress.
Yes," I said. "I think it was. Certainly, it's written that way. The end of the book is there before the beginning's hardly started.
Ian Rankin
#65. His fingers brushed the outline of the bronze disc hanging beneath his tunic. Haydn jerked his
hand away, gritting his teeth as he tried to block the memories. The clashing of steel. The screams and cries of battle. They fled, replaced by flames. Shadows. Pleading and tears.
Hope Ann
#66. He raked his fingers through his hair. "She doesn't need me."
Ralston smirked. "You are laboring under that mistaken impression that it is their job to need us. In my experience it is almost always the other way around.
Sarah MacLean
#67. Stay with me?" His fingers wound into my hair, and his arm tightened around me. "Always.
Amalia Carosella
#68. And once again, that high, domed sky makes me feel a wide vista of emotion, and once again I could weep at an overturned chair or a torn page, or today, Larry's scruffy beard and the ink on his fingers that I can see from here.
Deb Caletti
#69. Then he slid the silk and his fingers into her open palm.
And Eleanor disintegrated.
Rainbow Rowell
#70. Ranel had said that the murderer wore a ring with a red gemstone. Looking at Akkarin's hands, she was almost disappointed to see they were bare. Not even a mark to hint that a ring might have been worn regularly. His fingers were long and elegant, yet masculine ...
Trudi Canavan
#71. Everytime he brushes me with his fingers, time seems to tether for a second, like it is in danger of dissolving. The whole world is dissolving, I decide, except for us. Us.
Lauren Oliver
#72. Wake up, buddy. You okay?" "Auntie Em! Auntie Em!" Homer's VR came online, smiling. "I guess we got'em." I snorted with relief. "And their little dog, too." Homer steepled his fingers in a properly evil mastermindish pose. "All their base are belong to us.
Dennis E. Taylor
#73. He was aching to learn what Celaena's lips felt like, what her bare skin smelled like, how she'd react to the touch of his fingers along her body.
Sarah J. Maas
#74. Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words, killing me softly with his song.
Roberta Flack
#75. . "Well precious, let this be a lesson." He snapped my hands above my head, gripping them both with only one of his. He slid his fingers down my cheek, pausing to run his thumb over my bottom lip. "You shouldn't come out to play until you have the power to party like a big girl." ~ Reese Patcher
Trisha Wolfe
#76. Horeb bent over me and ran his hand down my neck, not stopping when his fingers reached my chest.
I jerked backward. "What are you doing?"
His eyes were black and intense. "A little taste before the wedding, Jayden?
Kimberley Griffiths Little
#77. My lips parted as I watched him lick his fingers clean ... as he licked me off of his fingers.
J.J. McAvoy
#78. What the heck. He'd gone this far, might as well go for broke. He slid his fingers along the curve of her cheek, relishing the softness of her skin.
"I haven't felt so happy in... I can't even remember
Denise Hunter
#79. I think we can manage a little more than that,' he promised. His hand was creeping up her top now, her breast soft and warm beneath his fingers. This was so much more than a kiss as his fingers skilfully caressed her nipples.
Carol Marinelli
#80. But he didn't hold me when we slept. We didn't make love. He didn't curl his fingers around my breast in the unconscious but still possessive way Max was doing at that very moment.
Kristen Ashley
#81. Brody exhaled. "Worried you'll get lost?" "I've been lost all my life," Aden replied quietly. "Not lost." Brody squeezed his fingers. "Just undiscovered." The
Barbara Elsborg
#82. Together. Even in death. His fingers tightened their grip around her hand. A double statue of silver. Romantic. What would their faces show? Fear? Or love?
Cornelia Funke
#83. He that sets his home on fire because his fingers are frostbitten can never be a fit instructor in the method of providing our habitations with a cheerful and salutary warmth.
Edmund Burke
#84. If man be sensible and one fine morning, while he is lying in bed,
counts at the tips of his fingers how many things in this life truly will
give him enjoyment, invariably he will find food is the first one.
Lin Yutang
#85. In his mind she lay at his lap with his fingers gliding thru her straight beautiful hair. He smiles and says your beauty lights up everything around you.
Rumi
#86. I've never been so jealous of water before." His fingers slid over my skin. "How it can touch you everywhere - all at once.
Tara Sue Me
#87. If he betrays you, I will finish what I started with his fingers," he said, and I shivered. "Tell him that.
Kim Harrison
#88. I tried to roll out of Reyes's arms. He tightened his hold. I tried to lift an arm off me, but he clasped his fingers, essentially locking me in. "Reyes," I said, stifling a giggle, "I know you're awake. You can give up the game." "Never," he said into his pillow.
Darynda Jones
#89. I love you," he said, holding her close and running his fingers through her tangled hair as if he couldn't believe she was still in his arms. "I think you've cast a spell on me, wicked witch that you are."
Baba thought that if this is what it meant to be wicked, she was all for it.
Deborah Blake
#90. How long have you been drawing me?"
He sighted. A moment later his hand came to rest in her hair. His fingers twined in the strands. "My whole life.
Cassandra Clare
#91. You win," he panted. His fingers tightened on her hips as he shoved her back into the wall and kept her there. "I'm yours. Be gentle.
Airicka Phoenix
#92. What does that mean?' Anna whispered. 'What does that all mean?
Abel ran his fingers through her hair again, and his hand wandered down and stayed on her throat. 'It means everything,' he whispered back. 'And nothing.
Antonia Michaelis
#93. I haven't heard anything so great for a long time; Beethoven snaps his fingers at the whole world ...
Frederic Chopin
#94. His fingers brushed the heartsfire earring on his left ear. In all the time of their estrangement, he had never removed it, wanting to feel that he still belonged to someone even if that someone no longer cared to own him.
Eresse
#95. When his head cleared a little, Roman found that he had the boy cradled against his chest, his fingers carding through the moist curls. Luke was nuzzling into his collarbone, all but purring. He really was such a kitten. "Why
Alessandra Hazard
#96. Aaron flicked his fingers at her. "Eyes, lips, tits, soft skin, hair, vanilla scent, ass, tits again, then your scar. You telling me about it won't change the order. Your eyes have me first regardless.
T.S. Joyce
#97. His fingers leave streaks of cold on my skin, invisible to the eye, and I think about wrapping his shirt around my fist and pulling him in to kiss me; I think about pressing myself against him, but I can't, because all our secrets would keep a space between us.
Veronica Roth
#98. His fingers painted my skin with ruby red patterns of desire. In Keahi's kiss I could taste the red burn of chili encrusted in the rich sweetness of melted chocolate. I breathed in his scent and it spoke to me of vanilla. The ink of my malu tattoo began to burn, searing markings of fiery joy.
Lani Wendt Young
#99. Desire burned in his eyes as he brought his hands up and laced his fingers around the back of his head. Okay then. I'm all yours, babe. All you have to do is take me.
Katie Ashley
#100. What he really wanted was to have her lying beside him naked while he fed it all to her with his fingers. A man could use his imagination.
Nancy Herkness
