His at Night Quotes
His at Night
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“Was it possible—was it at all possible that she could come out of her most desperate choice with a man as clever as Odysseus who looked like Achilles and made love like Paris…?”
― His at Night
― His at Night
“He was a god above her, powerful, beautiful, larger than life. The light brought out the latent gold of his hair. The shadows contoured the perfect form of his body. Light and shadows converged in his eyes, bright lust, dark anger, and something else. Something else entirely. She recognized it because she’d seen it in the mirror so many times: a bleak, austere loneliness.”
― His at Night
― His at Night
“He felt as if he stood at the very top of a high cliff. Take a step back and all was safe and familiar. But going forward required a singular leap of faith—and he was a man of little faith, particularly when it came to himself. But he wanted her to look at him again as if he were full of possibilities. As if they were full of possibilities.”
― His at Night
― His at Night
“He used to believe that to forgive was to allow an offense to go unpunished. Now he finally understood that forgiveness was not about the past, but the future.”
― His at Night
― His at Night
“What is withdrawal?"
"Let's see, since you know your scripture so well, was that Onan? Yes, that bugger. What he did."
"Spilling his seed on the floor?"
"Yes," continued her husband, "it would be lovely if I could take you and spill my seed somewhere else. Not on the floor, mind you. But perhaps on your very soft belly. Perhaps even on your splendid breasts. and perhaps, if I'm in a really terrible mood, I'll make you swallow it.
- Vere to Elissande”
― His at Night
"Let's see, since you know your scripture so well, was that Onan? Yes, that bugger. What he did."
"Spilling his seed on the floor?"
"Yes," continued her husband, "it would be lovely if I could take you and spill my seed somewhere else. Not on the floor, mind you. But perhaps on your very soft belly. Perhaps even on your splendid breasts. and perhaps, if I'm in a really terrible mood, I'll make you swallow it.
- Vere to Elissande”
― His at Night
“But you I want to see in all my moods. When I’m particularly pleased, when I’m simply going about my day, when I’m utterly overwhelmed, as I was yesterday and today. And it honors me that when I bring myself, I seem to have brought enough for you.”
― His at Night
― His at Night
“His ideal companion did not know what anger was. Her voice would never drip with sarcasm. And, of course, since she was not real, it was easy for her not to have strong emotions, to be only smiles and cuddles and wholesome perfection.”
― His at Night
― His at Night
“Underneath every detail of her life was a history of oppression. And yet she’d emerged not only with her spirit intact, but with a capacity for joy that he had only begun to understand. That he would now never truly know.”
― His at Night
― His at Night
“Her smiles were her armor. They were a necessity. But of course, a man like him wouldn’t know the difference.”
― His at Night
― His at Night
“This time he forgot everything. He only stood and stared.
That smile. Christ, that smile. He recognized it by the wave of ecstatic joy that all but knocked him flat on his back.
Had he though himself incapable of happiness in a sustained basis? He was wrong — and how. He could never have enough of this sweet elation. He wanted to splash in it, swim in it, drink it by the gallons, until nothing but bliss pulsed in his veins.
The girl of his dreams. He had met her at last.”
― His at Night
That smile. Christ, that smile. He recognized it by the wave of ecstatic joy that all but knocked him flat on his back.
Had he though himself incapable of happiness in a sustained basis? He was wrong — and how. He could never have enough of this sweet elation. He wanted to splash in it, swim in it, drink it by the gallons, until nothing but bliss pulsed in his veins.
The girl of his dreams. He had met her at last.”
― His at Night
“There was never a man present in all her dreams of freedom; there had always been only her, in glorious , splendid solitude, replete in and of herself.”
― His at Night
― His at Night
“So he thought of her often: when he could not sleep, when he was too tired to think of anything else, when he dreaded going home after weeks upon weeks wishing for quiet and solitude. All she had to do was lay a hand on his arm, her touch warm with understanding and care, and he would be all right, his cynicism soothed, his loneliness subdued, his nightmares forgotten.”
― His at Night
― His at Night
“Fantasies were like prisoners, less likely to stage a revolt if allowed judicious amounts of supervised exercise.”
― His at Night
― His at Night
“I will have you know that I have the brightest mind and the keenest wit. Why, people are often astounded by the perspicacity of my discourse and the subtlety of my insight!” He”
― His at Night
― His at Night
