Browsing Topic Best Hale Quotes

But Hale wasn’t just a member of her crew who had messed up. He was Hale. Her Hale. And Kat just wanted him back.

Even though Kate had only known Hale for a little more than two years, she had seen him in a lot of situations.

If anything happens, Marcus will save you. Won’t you, Marcus? Hale asked, looking up at the man, who nodded. It would be an honor, Miss.

Hale Irwin is the exception. He just does everything so well.

She pulled away and looked at him. ‘I kissed you and you left.’ When Kat heard the pounding, she thought it was the beating of her heart. It was too loud, she thought. Hale was going to hear it; he was going to see it; and he was going to know how much power he had to hurt her.

You see, Greg, my mother is going through a feline phase. Blinky is a Persian,’ Hale said simply, as if that should explain everything. ‘Binky has a nasty habit of shedding all over the living room furniture, you see.’ Gregory Wainwright nodded as if he understood perfectly. ‘And so we had to get new living room furniture, which, unfortunately, does not go with the Monet.’ Kat stood there for a moment, staring into that small window of the world where someone would tire of a Monet simply because it clashed with the couch.

Across the room, Hale smiled slightly. ‘We can draw you a diagram if you need it.’ ‘No thanks,’ Nick said. ‘I think I’ve got everyone but you.

Hale, stop it. Kat reached out and grabbed his arm. You are many things, but stupid isn’t one of them. I’m too close. You don’t get it, do you? Being close is good. Caring is good. I love that you’re emotional and passionate and can’t turn these things off. It makes me a bad thief. It makes you a good person.

What are you looking at? Hale asked. Why are you smiling? I worry when you smile.

Hale!’ Kat cried, but the boy only stared at her. ‘Fine,’ she conceded. ‘I love your boat.’ ‘Ship.’ ‘Ship … Your ship is beautiful.

Every head turned to see two more security guards appear, each holding a Bagshaw by the back of the neck (which might have been considerably less conspicuous had the Bagshaws not been dressed as chimney sweeps). Kat turned back to Hale. ‘The Mary Poppins?’ ‘Seemed like a good idea at the time.

Do you want to hold it?’ she asked, dangling the padded envelope in front of Hale with two fingers. ‘No.’ ‘Do you want to touch it and kiss it and wear it around your neck?’ ‘Don’t be silly,’ he told her. ‘Everyone knows green isn’t my color.

Well, see, there’s this cave in Switzerland I really need to find.’ She slipped on her sunglasses; was already in the middle of the street when she turned and looked back at Hale and Gabrielle. ‘You coming?

If you die of pneumonia,I’m pretty sure there are at least a dozen guys who’ll try to kill me and make it look like an accident (Hale)

Dancing. Come on. You can do it. It’s a lot like navigating through a laser grid. It requires rhythm.’ He moved her hips to the beat of the distant music. ‘And patience.’ He spun her around slowly and back toward him. ‘And it’s only fun if you trust your partner.’ The dip was so slow, so smooth that Kat didn’t know it was happening until the world was already turned upside down and Hale’s face was inches from her own. Count me in, Kat.’ He squeezed her tighter. ‘You should always count me in.

Macey couldn’t decide whether to be intrigued that Hale was walking around with a state-of-the-art covert communications device or be jealous because she’d been caught without one of her own.

So far Kat has been through all the Wa’s she could think of, but Hale hadn’t admitted to being Walter or Ward or Washington. He’d firmly denied both Warren and Waverly. Watson had prompted him to do a very bad Sherlock Holmes impersonation throughout a good portion of a train ride to Edinburgh, Scotland. And Wayne seemed so wrong she hadn’t even tried. Hale was Hale. And not knowing what the W’s stood for had become a constant reminder to Kat that, in life, there are some things that can be given but never stolen. Of course, that didn’t stop her from trying.

A Nation of Outsiders is smart, insightful, and politically astute. Grace Hale’s analysis of the ‘romance of the outsider’ is necessary reading for anyone who has ever wondered about the meaning of our national obsession with ‘authenticity’-as well as for anyone who might be curious about what Jerry Falwell and Holden Caulfield have in common.

Nick sat beside Simon, who was at his computer. Marcus stood at attention beside the food. Hale had his feet on the table, reading the morning paper. And someone had given the Bagshaws a gun. ‘Pull!’ Hamish yelled, and Angus pulled a cord and sent a skeet flying across the deep blue water. A split second later, a loud crack was reverberating across the deck. Kat jumped. Hale sighed. The shot went far wide, and Marcus never moved a muscle.

What are they after? Kat asked. Hard to say, Hale said; again, he eyed the room. Who is that? Macey asked. The reason I wasn’t flirting with you, Hale told her.

Pop culture hales you and wants you to fail.

HALE, with a tasty love of intellectual pursuit

She didn’t protest as Hale slid his arm around her and pulled her to rest against his chest. It was somehow softer there than she remembered.

Okay, first thing tomorrow we hit the streets around Taccone’s place. Somebody saw something.’ ‘I got it covered.’ ‘The DiMarcos might be in town.’ ‘Actually, they’re in jail.’ ‘All seven of them?’ Hale shrugged. ‘It was an interesting October.

I have not long to live. I have lasted more than a man’s average allotted span, and while I still am hale and hearty, I know full well the hand of time , while it may miss a man at one reaping, will get him at the next.

But Mr. Hale resolved that he would not be disturbed by any such nonsensical idea; so he lay awake, determining not to think about it.

Now it is necessary to court her, and win her, and put on this clean dressing gown, and cut my various nails, and drink something that will kill the millions of germs in my mouth, and say something flattering, and be witty and bonny, and hale and kinky, all just to ease this wrinkle in the groin. It seems a high price.

‘Do you pray for the senators, Dr. Hale?’ No, I look at the senators and I pray for the country.

I saw a gray-haired man a figure of hale age, sitting at a desk and writing.

Simon Hale, the British arranger, does all string and wood arrangements on my records

Then here ‘s to the oak, the brave old oak, Who stands in his pride alone! And still flourish he a hale green tree When a hundred years are gone!

Break not an ancient friendship; keep it hale; Stir round its roots, that it be green of heart; Let not the spirit of its growth depart: It is a power to brave the strongest gale.

[Jason Hale] is an upstanding guy. Yeah, I like him. He’s good.

Oh dear! A drunken infidel weaver! said Mr. Hale to himself.

Comes now a smiling New-Born Year To fill to-day with goodly cheer— An infant hale and lusty. Upon our door-sill he is left By Daddy Time, of clothes bereft Despite the season gusty. If he be Churl or doughty Knight, A Son of Darkness or of Light No man can tell, God bless him! But be he base or glorious Time puts it wholly up to us To dress him!