He Sentence Examples

He will save Europe!

He had done one good deed.

He was elected president.

But he paid no attention to her warning.

He needed the rest.

His shoes were covered with mud; he had torn his coat on the thorny tree.

He will be pleased.

He stared at the picture.

He thinks you are better than us.

He was, in fact, making this soup, his favorite dish.

He arched a dark brow "Alexia?"

He didn't know the car was coming.

He has no time to be anything but a machine.

He smiled up at her.

He stooped and picked up a bird's nest that had fallen upon the ground.

Maybe he thought she would change her mind, but it wasn't going to happen.

He wanted... needed an answer.

He said it would work for a girl or a boy.

Next to Washington he was the greatest American.

But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist--I really believe he is Antichrist--I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my 'faithful slave,' as you call yourself!

He doesn't remember what happened.

He didn't need proof.

I'm sure he doesn't think that.

He pulled her into his arms again.

He was such a wonderful person in so many ways.

He reached for her again.

It was true, and it brought color to his neck, but he didn't comment.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes.

When she glanced at him, he was eyeing her, a wry smile twisting his lips.

He was a junior salesman.

So he followed the Prince into the great domed hall, and Dorothy and Zeb came after them, while the throng of people trooped in also.

He married Lucy Helen Everett, who belonged to the same family of Everetts as Edward Everett and Dr. Edward Everett Hale.

He made it all sound so innocent - even noble.

He isn't a Mexican.

He had a right to a few quirks.

He was getting to be quite a handsome young man.

Gathering her in his arms, he pulled her close - his lips seeking hers hungrily.

He was being positively rude.

Removing his hands from the wall, he placed them on her shoulders, pulling her closer.

He was merely admiring it.

He wasn't gentle then.

And Croesus was so amazed that he endowed the Oracle at Delphi with all kinds of gifts and planned to run all-important questions by this oracle.

When a man is warmed by the several modes which I have described, what does he want next?

She had the most expressive face he had ever seen.

After he left, she lifted one of the suitcases and placed it on the bed.

He talks about you - thinks about you all the time.

In the end, he will not refuse.

I guess he was stunned by my beauty.

He swept her around.

He wouldn't like that.

If he had simply ignored her, she might have been able to get her emotions under control, but now a sob threatened so convincingly that she was afraid to breathe.

He hadn't caused the miscarriage.

Alex was uneasy because he and his biological father had never seen eye to eye.

What could he do about it but lose more sleep?

Once again he had caught her ogling him.

He tossed the shirt on the bed and walked silently to her.

Finally he glanced up and met her questioning gaze.

All eyes were on Alex as he mounted.

He does not like the way father treats us - financially.

Alex liked being in control, and he had none in this situation.

For a moment she lay waiting, and then realized he had fallen asleep.

Is he not wonderful?

Alex handed the reins to a caretaker and dusted himself off as he headed for the gate.

He opened the door and spoke quietly to someone.

Other than the one time he had lost his temper with her, she had never known him to be anything but gentle.

He picked up the picture and sighed deeply, meeting her gaze.

He ran a hand through his hair.

He paced back and forth across the room, deep in thought.

Wrapping his arms around her, he sighed deeply.

Glancing in the mirror, he straightened his jacket and tucked the tie back down into his vest.

He grinned and nodded.

Now it truly mattered how much money he had.

Well, he was probably embarrassed by her outburst and felt the need to explain.

He studied her face.

Since then he had treated her with total respect.

He glanced at Alex.

Carmen glanced at him, but he was still deep in thought.

In fact, he'd probably be horrified to know he slipped and did it now.

He would have been so proud.

He lifted the nest gently and put it in a safe place in the forks of the tree.

But in the excitement of carrying me to church my father lost the name on the way, very naturally, since it was one in which he had declined to have a part.

He was a great hunter, I have been told, and a celebrated shot.

He parked the truck in front of the house and headed down the hill.

He walked down the hill, pausing a reverent moment at the headstone, and then ducked under a limb as he continued down the hill.

He was going to call the doctor.

He walked out of the room chuckling.

He glanced at his watch and swallowed before answering.

He grinned and waved.

He sounded wide awake.

Finally he pulled away.

She was equally certain that he would have loved them.

A few minutes later his deep voice drifted back down the hall as he discussed something with her.

He lifted a brow.

Grabbing her hands, he pushed her back on the bed and held her down.

He slowly lowered his head, and when his lips touched hers, they were warm and firm.

He pulled away from her, propping up on an elbow as he studied her face.

Her fingers encountered Alex's as he assisted her.

As always, he had been there when she needed him.

Carmen scooted closer to him, wondering if he heard Felipa.

He nodded toward Destiny.

Maybe he was simply tired.

He pulled the shirt tails out of his pants and shucked it.

Now he was exerting his authority in another way.

He wasn't hurt, he interjected.

He must have been really exhausted.

When she glanced at Alex, he was watching her intently.

Alex sat up and scooted back so he could lean on the headboard.

They danced for a few minutes in comfortable silence, and finally he spoke again.

He always wanted to be a veterinarian.

He doesn't force me to do what he wants.

He is their father and he is ultimately responsible.

If he wants to keep this estate in the family, he'll have to leave it to his daughters.

Otherwise, he'll have to live with the idea that it will no longer be in the family after he passes.

He turned, regarding her with apprehension.

She wasn't telling him anything he didn't already know.

He quickly opened it and pulled out the contents.

It will be different this time, he said, cuddling her against his chest as if she were a child.

No matter how sorry Alex was for what happened, or how many times he apologized or tried to make up for it, he couldn't remove the hurt.

No doubt he told them that Alexia had died, because after Jonathan's statement, that would be easiest.

What would be different this time was the fact that he couldn't deny the babies were his - that and the fact that this time she had no uterus to lose.

He was fallible like everyone else.

Yet somewhere deep inside she feared that if he was capable of betrayal once, then he might be again.

Still, Alex had taken ownership for what he had done.

Alfonso assured him that it was no big deal - that Señor Medena would pay for it because he had lots of money.

Maybe he was thinking about what his father would say or do when he came in.

He sank into the chair and let out a long breath.

He probably didn't even realize what he said.

He had never called Señor Medena Dad before.

When Dulce stopped talking, he said something and turned, walking away from her.

He pulled the pajama top shut and started buttoning it without looking up.

It was simply that he didn't want to tell her - which amounted to the same thing.

He nodded and then shifted his attention back to Dulce.

Destiny stared at Alex over Carmen's shoulder and Jonathan was so focused on Alex that he nearly ran into Alondra.

Because he doesn't want to inherit?

Carmen glanced at Alex, but he either didn't notice her attention, or he was avoiding her eyes.

He was right, to a degree It isn't the past that I'm pitching you, Alex.

His bittersweet chocolate gaze wandered over her face in search of something, or maybe he was digesting the information.

Maybe he was unusually hungry.

Kicking his foot free of the stirrup, he offered her a hand, never taking his eyes off Señor Medena.

Very likely he has stopped to take care of them.

I was greatly puzzled to know what he was doing.

Next to his family he loved his dogs and gun.

Count Rostov's mouth watered with pleasure and he nudged Pierre, but Pierre wanted to speak himself.

Pierre wished to say that he was ready to sacrifice his money, his serfs, or himself, only one ought to know the state of affairs in order to be able to improve it, but he was unable to speak.

She smiled to herself - and not always because he rubbed her the wrong way.

Obviously he was still struggling with it.

He reached her and turned, walking beside her as they started back up the hill to the house.

The voice and words belonged to Josh, and yet he had been dead for more than two years.

As they continued toward the house, he cleared his throat.

He was head of the house - the one who made final decisions.

Without answering, he headed for the fireplace and opened the wood box.

She gazed down at him as he knelt beside the fire.

Long dark lashes and black curly hair - he had it all.

She glanced up at him as he stopped beside her.

In fact, he had given her strict orders not to lift anything.

Taking her in his arms, he held her close for a moment and then planted a kiss on her forehead.

Pulling his head down, she met warm lips again and surrendered to the passion he always managed to arouse.

If anything could take her mind off the worry of surrogacy, he could.

If Alex knew that, he gave no indication - and she had no intention of telling him.

Alex walked into the room, smiling when he saw what she had done.

He bent over, picked up her clothes and tossed them to her.

He stood and tossed the last bite into his mouth, washing it down with the last of his milk.

Without waiting for her to reply, he strode away, pausing only long enough to shrug into his denim jacket.

She followed him out the door and watched as he hopped into the truck and started the engine.

Turning the truck around, he headed back down the drive.

Bill was family because he was married to Alex's sister.

Alex had been the one who helped her see them as true family, and yet he was having issues accepting his own father.

Apparently his greatest concern was the fact that his mother was married to his adoptive father at the time he was conceived.

Like Alex, he saw the logic in surrogacy, as did Bill.

I can't imagine what he was thinking to hide a thing like that from you.

I don't know if he is actually trying to hide things, or simply doesn't know how to initiate the subject.

With slow graceful steps, he pulled her into dance.

He turned to find Jonathan grinning up at him.

What was he disappointed about - the new baby?

He wouldn't have approved - of that she was certain.

But then, she hadn't approved of his drinking or the way he treated Lori either.

Then there was the money he left to Carmen.

Would he be disappointed that Lori got it?

He reached out with one arm and drew her toward him.

Alex had promised the foal to Jonathan and he had already named it Eureka.

He had been taking care of her for nearly a year now.

He came up behind her and took the coffee cup from her hands, sitting it on the table.

He pulled her close in an embrace, his lips warm against hers in response to her silent query.

He intended it as a joke, but the memory it resurrected was painful.

In business transactions Alex was frugal with his money, but when it came to his family, he was generous.

The household account he had set up for her was healthy and growing with the monthly deposits he made.

That might be true, but there was no point in working at becoming a spendthrift simply because he had money.

In fact, that was a good way to make sure he didn't.

He plopped down in a chair, his intense gaze fixed on her.

It wouldn't have been so much fun for him if she had reacted the way he did when she told him she was pregnant.

But then, he had reason - in his head - to believe it wasn't his.

He leaned back, looking perplexed.

Alex didn't know about her fear of flying and she'd just as soon he didn't learn.

He looked through them and then handed them back without comment.

He picked up the newspaper she had set out for him and started to read.

I know it still galls you that he was willing to help pay for your college education, but not Katie's.

He lowered the newspaper and his steady gaze met hers.

He lifted the paper and started to read again.

He rolled up the newspaper and hit her playfully on the backside as she walked away.

No doubt he didn't like being reminded that her dream could only be achieved by unnatural methods.

Why hadn't it occurred to her that Jonathan might feel he was being replaced?

He pulled the undershirt over his head before answering.

He watched absently as she shrugged out of her blouse.

I think he felt included because he was helping as much as we were.

He had indicated enough times that he would like to see her in something a little more feminine and fashionable.

He was going to like the clothes she bought for the trip.

He reached for her and she evaded his hands, playfully slapping him away.

She returned his kiss passionately, and when he pulled his head back, she gazed up at him.

He raised a brow.

He kissed her hand.

This time he didn't simply indicate what he felt.

He actually flat-out stated it.

He had seemed amused by her modesty in the past, and yet it had obviously troubled him.

It was embarrassing to think she had let it go on this long without realizing he was troubled by it.

He stepped back to surrender Destiny.

He was dressed in his usual indigo jeans and western shirt.

He always looked nice, but normally he would have worn a suit for the occasion.

He didn't want to go, so maybe this was his expression of resistance.

Now he knew what a chicken she was.

He continued to avoid her gaze, focusing on Felipa instead.

In fact, maybe he didn't know her very well.

He wanted to protect her and preserve her innocence.

Well, he did say he would go because she and Jonathan wanted to.

Was he actually avoiding conversation with his father?

Surely he didn't intend to be verbally invisible the entire visit.

Maybe he felt excluded - or maybe he simply needed a little encouragement.

Alex had directed the little he said to her only.

She leaned back against his arm, watching his profile as he looked out the window.

He asked her to go back to Houston with him, enticing her with rides on the beach - and love all night.

His hand dropped to her shoulder and he squeezed it.

Sometimes he even did it when there was a room full of people between them.

Carmen refrained from looking at Alex or displaying the shock she felt at the introduction of two more siblings he had never mentioned - an entire family.

He probably didn't realize that his hostility toward Señor Medena was being transferred to Jonathan as anxiety.

As he started toward the doorway to their room, she called after him.

He'll be stuck to that TV for hours.

Jonathan leaned forward so that he had a full view of Señor Medena.

He put a spoon in her hand.

How much had he told Señor Medena - or how little?

Without comment, he shifted his attention back to his plate.

He glanced at her and then at Dulce.

He rested a hand on her shoulder and sighed, gazing down at her tenderly.

He shoved her back on the bed playfully.

He crawled onto the bed and lay down beside her, his expression becoming sober.

He paused at the door to wait for her.

Once again he lowered his head, but this time his lips lingered on hers, searching for a response.

He released her and stepped back.

It was almost as if he were shutting Felipa off before she could reveal something.

The last time he made a business trip to Columbia, he had said they needed the money.

It was probably the first money, other than the air fares, Señor Medena had been able to spend on Alex - and even then he had to do it through Felipa.

If she was invited, it was as a guest of Alex, so he would tell her when and if he decided to go.

I just thought it was because he was so good looking.

I knew because he proved to me that I could trust him with my heart and soul - the way you trust your mother and father.

And he loves you this much?

It is not for me to say how he spends his money.

If he does not take the inheritance, we will not have a home.

How could he do such a thing to his own children?

Alex defies father now, but he will not win.

He will see that the estate does not leave the family.

Maybe Alex wanted to be in control because he had been dominated all his life.

Your father loves Alex, doesn't he?

Besides, after he inherited, he could always put someone in charge of the estate.

It wasn't as if he had to be there every living minute of his life.

If he hadn't hid it from her all this time, it wouldn't be such a shock.

It wasn't the first time she had gone to bed while he was out on a call, but it was the first time she had done so away from home.

He stumbled over something and exclaimed before she turned on the lamp beside her bed.

He shrugged into the pajama shirt.

Lifting the covers, he climbed into bed and moved close to her.

But he didn't answer.

At least he couldn't blame her for any lack of attention this time.

In the morning she showered and dressed before he woke.

Then he turned to do it all in reverse.

How could he do such a thing in front of Jonathan... and where was Jonathan?

He looked pleased with himself until he saw Carmen.

The smile faded from his lips and he motioned for Jonathan to join him.

He put an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.

He said they as if the horses belonged to the ranch hands.

Beautiful he was, but he also looked high spirited.

He wasn't going to buy it.

If he thought Alex was warming to him, he saw more than she did.

He pulled her into his arms.

He paused, looking uncomfortable.

The grin faded and he started to look frightened.

He groaned and captured her lips again.

His expression was reflective as he continued to regard her.

He had started the clinic shortly after they were married, so his dream was barely being realized.

He was realizing the impact the lie had on their relationship.

He was growing up and she needed to keep that in mind - and some things off his mind.

And then he stepped forward, looking elegant in a dark tuxedo.

He offered her an arm.

Taking her hand in his, he swept her gracefully into dance.

As he swung her around, he spoke into her ear.

It was something she had always liked about him, mostly because he was sincere about it.

And he's going to take you to his room after the dance.

He grinned, the dimple playing below one of his twinkling eyes.

It was a good thing he found it so amusing.

Yet he too was an excellent dancer - or maybe everyone's dancing skills were so much better than hers that it only appeared so to her.

By the expression on his face, he wasn't exactly enjoying the conversation.

He looked even more distinguished than usual in his Spanish garb.

With sure graceful movements, he danced her around the room.

Finally he bowed over her hand.

He looked to be about her age and his blond hair was neatly combed into a fashionable style.

For some reason it crossed her mind that he would be fun to know.

We all knew about his family, but the way he acted, it was as if he wanted to hide them from us.

He nodded, his pale eyes darkening enough to twinkle.

Don't tell me he's never mentioned me.

His hand gently pressed on her waist, drawing her closer as he leaned down.

He was so tall there was a vast difference in their height.

I worked with him for two years before I discovered who he really was.

If he knew who Alex really was, he probably knew more than Alex did.

Of course, she knew Alex well enough now to know he didn't like people to hand out information about him.

He's always been so alert and in control.

He didn't seem to be prompting her.

Alex said he... you look so...

I never thought of him as being anything else but a salesman until I saw him tonight, but he seems so... comfortable now.

More important - would he stay?

I guess the only thing he wanted more than that was a good woman and children.

He's living his dream.

The dance ended and he released her, bending over her hand.