Read through the most famous quotes by topic #sophie
Howl backed into the door to shut it and leaned there in a tragic attitude. "Look at you all!" he said. "Ruin stares me in the face. I slave all day for you. And not one of you, even Calcifer, can spare time to say hello!" Calcifer said, "I never do say hello." "Is something wrong?" asked Sophie. "That's better," Howl said. "Some of you are pretending to notice me at last. Yes, something is wrong. ↗
His hands tightened on her shoulders as the truth washed over him. My God, she really had told him yes. He opened his mouth to ask if she was certain then didn’t. If he did, she might change her mind, and he had no intention of giving her that opportunity. Underneath his hands, her shoulders quivered. She raised her gaze to him again, and his heart plunged into the depths. She had her lower lip trapped between her teeth, and her eyes were tormented pools of blue green. His heart broke just looking at her. She was not in love with him. He knew that. Her acceptance of him had nothing to do with the sort of desperate longing he had for her. Not that he hadn’t known that the first time he proposed to her, but to have her say yes out of despair added an edge of pain to his euphoria. He knew she wasn’t indifferent to him, after all, and for the moment, that sufficed to keep the hurt at arm’s length. ↗
You are a terror, aren't you? Leave this yard alone. I know just where everything is in it, and I won't be able to find the things I need for my transport spells if you tidy them up.' So there was probably a bundle of souls or a box of chewed hearts somewhere out here, Sophie thought. She felt really thwarted. ‘Tiding up is what I’m here for!’ she shouted at Howl. ‘Then you must think of a new meaning for you life,’ Howl said. ↗
And then, from behind me: "I thought about you. Every day." I froze, my hand still holding the canvas flap. Cal's voice was slightly hoarse as he continued. "Three weeks is a long time to wonder where someone is. All that time, I thought maybe I'd done the wrong thing, telling you to find the Brannicks. I turned around then. I wanted to make a joke, or say something sarcastic, anything that would cut the tension enveloping us. Instead, I said, "I thought about you, too. ↗
He can't get it up!" Richard is exultant... Oh God. This is how rumors start. This is how misunderstandings happen and archdukes get shot and world wars begin. "Listen, both of you!" I say fiercely. "Lottie has said nothing whatsoever to me about anything being up...or down." "Mine is up," volunteers Noah matter-of-factly, and I gasp in horror before I can stop myself. OK, Fliss. Don't overreact. Be cool. Be an enlightened parent. "Really, darling? Gosh. Well." My cheeks have flamed. Both men are waiting with expressions of glee. "That's...that's interesting, sweetheart. Maybe we'll have a little talk about it later. Our bodies do wonderful, mysterious things, but we don't always talk about them in public." I give a meaningful look to Richard. Noah seems perplexed. "But the lady talked about it. She told me to put it up." "What?" I stare at him in confusion. "For takeoff. 'Put your tray table up." "Oh." I gulp. "Oh, I see. Your tray table." I can feel a snort of mirth rising. "Poor Uncle Ben's tray table doesn't go up," says Richard, deadpan. ↗
But before he could either comfort me or commit further acts of violence upon my person, I spun away from him and made my drama queen moment complete by running away. ↗
