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Damn you, Hemy. I swear you boys have issues.
If you wish to make Pythocles honourable, do not add to his honours, but subtract from his desires;
Ayo for yayo
Walk around with yayo, all in my nasal
I must have been craze yo
An old dream with a shiny new veneer. It's fascinating, you know, how an obsolete madness is sometimes adopted and stylized in an attempt to ghoulishly preserve it. These are the days of second-hand fantasies and antiquated hysteria.
("The Chymist")
Nahum bobbed again. 'My crest is cropped by croaking cranes. I go to drown in doleful dumps, dead-drunk with drearihead.
Mother's tits, Rhys,
Gilly Gilleshpee
What you take to be hyprocrisy is sometimes a certain caution, sometimes genuine, though ponderous, childish, sometimes a mixture of both.
This place is so Cambridge," Susan said, "it gives me goose bumps." "Cambridge give you goose bumps?" I said to Hawk. "Hives," Hawk said.
Hygge has been called everything from "the art of creating intimacy," "coziness of the soul," and "the absence of annoyance," to "taking pleasure from the presence of soothing things," "cozy togetherness," and my personal favorite, "cocoa by candlelight". Hygge
Cruddy Mouthbreather
We laughed at the hollyhocks together and then I sprayed them with lye. Forgive me. I simply do not know what I am doing.
Violet: "Are you guilting me into coming?" I glare over the rim of my mug.
Mom: "Not at all. I'm just throwing out hypotesticals."
Violet: "I cough-choke. "Do you mean hypotheticals?"
Mom: "That's what I said.
Ahenny (adj.) - The way people stand when examining other people's bookshelves.
But nothing ever put 'Hoppy' in the shade. No one could fail to recognize in the little figure ... the authentic gold of intellectual inspiration, the Fundator et Primus Abbas of biochemistry in England.
Hippolytus can feel, and feels nothing for me!
The Hemlock Tearoom and Stationery
HYENA, n. A beast held in reverence by some oriental nations from its habit of frequenting at night the burial-places of the dead. But the medical student does that
Hakko Drazlip and the Tootle Froots.
a confused heap of mingle-mangle").
Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.
Pooley hunched closer to his pint. 'A pox on it all,' said he. 'The Swan packed full of these idiots, old Soap flushed away round the proverbial S-bend and Cowboy Night looming up before us with about as much promise as the coming of Ragnorok!
I cannot name this, I cannot explain this, and I really don't want to so just call me shameless.
A clue! From M!"
"Who's M?"
"Maybe M is for Mackintosh! Maybe Grabes ans Mackintosh are in cahoots!"
"Or maybe M is for Mom. Also, who says 'cahoots'?
Jiggery pokery!" said Harry in a fierce voice. "Hocus pocus - squiggly wiggly - "
"MUUUUUUM!" howled Dudley, "He's doing you know what!
Molly blinked, then looked at Thomas and said, "Wait a minute ... We're his flunkies."
"You, may be," Thomas said, sneering. "I'm his thug. I'm way higher than a flunky."
"You are high if you think I'm taking any orders from you," Molly said tartly.
You ever had a hickey? I want to give you a hickey."
"Karl, we're not fourteen!"
"Don't bloody care. I was in love with you when I was fourteen
your neck owes me a hickey."
(Karl & Elena)
One must regard the hyphen as a blemish to be avoided wherever possible.
No man stands so tall as when he stoops to help a homunculus.
habits. HSM members
Sir McHotpants Von Grabby Hands
...[P]hysics... [is] the philosophy of nature, so far as it is based on empirical laws.
Hayden felt ready to snap. She felt out of control. She needed something. Unfortunately, she had a feeling that something was the six-foot-five hormone-whisperer walking beside her, whistling the Happy Days theme song.
Haos is the neighbour of God: but everything's usually neat and tidy in hell ...
That's got to be Nix," Benny said as he pulled the door open. "Hey, sweetie ... "
Morgie Mitchell and Lou Chong stood on the black porch.
"Um," said Chong, "hello to you, too, sugar lumps.
It's called "concoctulary,"2 y'all.
I don't got to show you no stinkin' bahdges!
Dylan Quinn's knickers,
There was no sign of Jules.
"Bad news," said Elliot. "The man is sick. You're going to have to settle for me."
"Sick?" Vee demanded. "How sick? What kind of excuse is sick?"
"Sick as in it's coming out both ends."
Vee scrunched her nose. "Too much information.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
No radio, no telephone," Melinda observed. "No mod cons whatsoever in Hloubetin, are there."
"We have a hamster," Jacob said.
"Not traditionally considered an amenity.
Bryson says we have no word for the Danish hygge, then goes on to tell us exactly what it means: "instantly satisfying and cozy" (though
But let not little men triumph upon knowing that Johnson was an HYPOCHONDRIACK, was subject to what the learned, philosophical, and pious Dr. Cheyne has so well treated under the title of 'The English Malady.
Lymond surveyed the grinning audience with an air of gentle discovery. Is there no work to be done? Or perhaps it's a holiday?
cheeky comments couldn't hide.
From Louisiana, he followed the hyphens in the road that blurred together toward a faraway place, bridging unrelated things as hyphens do.
I Din't finish speakin' my cure 'cos Roses schnockoed my face so hard the ground dived forward an' I crashed my jaxy.
O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, What is 't ye do? what life lead? eh, dull goggles? How do ye vary your vile days and nights? How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles In ceaseless wash? Still nought but gapes and bites, And drinks, and stares, diversified with boggles.
the wrinkled sleeve of the head
Strong women leave big hickies
A where's honest
Proves to be a devastating hunter. Hyenas attack
A most malicious cough
Consider, o consider the lowly mole. His small hands are sore and his snout bleedeth.
Buggeration and Fuckery
But Miss Pym gave an impression, somehow, of having been attacked from within.
With this magazine, you could change the 'H' to 'G', it may be funnier and better for sales.
A sickness ... defines margins, crystallizes the shape of things.
At that instant the hag's noisy breathing stopped and with it all other sound. Her eyes opened, showing only whites - milky ovals infinitely eerie in the dark root-tangle of her sharp features and stringy hair. The gray tip of her tongue traveled like a large maggot around her lips.
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
A pathetic shadow, torn between her envy and thrill of being seen with Masomma, sharing in the attention as a weed would, lapping up water meant for the lily upstream.
Don't hide your goosebumps.
Lymond said, 'Have I been talking?'
'We all have, in nightmares. But yours have not been about the sea.
The Earth, its life I am, hozhoni, hozhoni.
There's a phrase in Shakespeare: he refers to it as the 'hidden imposthume', and this idea of a hidden swelling is seminal to cancer. But even in more contemporary writing it's called 'the big C'.
Tea - that perfume that one drinks, that connecting hyphen ...
row of stitches.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN "Y
Morgan with big organ!
I stayed away from drugs, I never smoked a pipe. When I wanna get high, I smoke the mic. I never did white lines, I only write lines, and I ain't sniffin' nothing but the vapors from hype rhymes.
A chrysanthemum by any other name would be easier to spell.
All the while, my mind reeled with what had happened.
I have a hickey. I let Adrian Ivashkov give me a hickey.
A hypocrite despises those whom he deceives, but has no respect for himself. He would make a dupe of himself too, if he could.
The frontispiece of Mr. Lyell's book is enough to throw a Wernerian into fits.
People are like vegetables with armpits.
Man needs bread and hyacinths: one to feed the body, and one to feed the soul.
hemophilia, hemofilia
He [William Harvey] did not care for chymistrey, and was wont to speake against them with an undervalue.
The enemy, self-consciousness, is creeping up on them and Gibbsy or Biggsy is the first to crack, declaring that the music is shit and everyone stops dancing immediately as if a spell has been broken.
Carla Crumworthy, heiress to the Crumworthy panty-shield fortune. She had come to complain about the collagen injections that Rudy Graveline had administered to give her full, sensual lips, which is just what every rheumatoid seventy-one-year-old woman
As they headed across the hospital lobby, undersheriff Mathieson came in the door at a run. Seth thought about hiding. He thought about stuffing Becca next to an artificial plant with large dusty leaves.
Hype is the awkward and desperate attempt to convince journalists that what you've made is worth the misery of having to review it.
Yoh: I didn't start liking you because of your muscles.
Haruna: ...That's the first time you told me you "like me."
Yoh: ...Talking to you makes me say wierd things!
The chair legs behind me scrape against the floor, and Douchecanoe shrinks in his seat as over six hundred pounds of angry hockey players stare down at him. Fitzy is particularly menacing with his two full-sleeve tattoos and the cut over his eyebrow that he got during our last game.
cheek, the one so disfigured by that
I don't understand the word 'hunk.'
This gentleman here, Michael Hussey, is just an absolute freak.
Madox, what is the name of that hollow at the base of a woman's neck? At the front. Here. What is it, does it have an official name? That hollow about the size of an impress of your thumb?"
Madox watches me for a moment through the noon glare.
"Pull yourself together," he mutters.
Besties before testes.
I," said Lymond, in the voice unmistakably his which honeyed his most lethal thoughts, "I am a narwhal looking for my virgin. I have sucked up the sea like Charybdis and failing other entertainment will spew it three times daily, for a fee.
There is a hickey on my forehead!
You wanted to talk to me about SHCH.' Sacred Heart Children's Home, Nelson works out silently. He hates acronyms. Whitcliffe, of course, loves them.
Fond of those hives where folly reigns,
And cards and scandal are the chains,
Where the pert virgin slights a name,
And scorns to redden into shame.
HIPPOLYTA
But all the story of the night told over,
And all their minds transfigured so together,
More witnesseth than fancy's images
And grows to something of great constancy,
But, howsoever, strange and admirable.
Anorak" was a nickname Halliday had been given by a female British exchange student at his high school.
Hallsy is the type of person others describe as "wacky" and "kooky" which is just the civilized way of saying she's a nasty cunt.
As they passed through the waiting room, the statue of Hygeia was sitting on a bench, pouring acid on her face and singing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star," while her golden snake gnawed at her foot.
It was an American who said that while a Frenchman's truth was akin to a straight line, a Welshman's truth was more in the nature of a curve, and it is a fact that Welsh affairs are entangled always in parabola, double-meaning and implication. This makes for a web-like interest ...
Cynicism-the pus from a wound.
Be careful that you do not turn to iniquity, for that is why you have been tested by H affliction.