Him Sentence Examples
They could not give him any help.
Looking down at him, she sighed.
Alex smiled down at him in a reassuring way.
So they politely bade him good day, and went back to the outer cavern to resume their journey.
The big boy looked at him and blew it again.Advertisement
I gave him some orange juice.
You're not like him, and I'm glad.
Then the king called one of the wisest scholars in Egypt and asked him what the word meant.
I sent him round to the Planters'.
He knew the way to it, and a servant followed him, carrying his satchel.Advertisement
The whistle did not please him any more.
He was a very old man, bent nearly double; but the queerest thing about him was his white hair and beard.
The boy looked around him with wondering eyes.
He knew that she did not wish him to go.
The beast was very close to him now.Advertisement
Let him who has work to do recollect that the object of clothing is, first, to retain the vital heat, and secondly, in this state of society, to cover nakedness, and he may judge how much of any necessary or important work may be accomplished without adding to his wardrobe.
It meant a good deal to him to secure a home like this.
I called him Black Beauty, as I had just read the book, and he resembled his namesake in every way, from his glossy black coat to the white star on his forehead.
Alex introduced Jonathan and their welcome to him was equally warm.
But he did not wish the little girl to think him a coward, so he advanced slowly to the edge of the roof.Advertisement
She could count his ribs easily where they showed through the skin of his body, and his head was long and seemed altogether too big for him, as if it did not fit.
He asked her to go back to Houston with him, enticing her with rides on the beach - and love all night.
She gave him a coy smile.
This dog helped him watch the sheep.
He was only a little more weather-beaten than when I saw him last.Advertisement
Lisa stared at him.
In the closets he discovered many fancy costumes of rich velvets and brocades, and one of the attendants told him to dress himself in any of the clothes that pleased him and to be prepared to dine with the Princess and Dorothy in an hour's time.
This made him very proud of his skill.
For a moment she surrendered to his warm lips and secure embrace, clinging to him as her heart stepped up pace.
Tessa was the girl who left him standing at the altar once.
She made a face at him.
She said, watching him.
Take him along just in case.
His enemy, Henry, who wished to be king, was pressing him hard.
Anna Pavlovna arranged a group round him, inviting everyone to listen to his tale.
The latter spared him, and this magnanimity Bonaparte subsequently repaid by death.
It simply wasn't like him to be rude like that.
The boy who sat beside him was his son.
Still, the romancing was so much a part of him that it was as if he wasn't even Alex.
The next morning when he stood by the door before leaving for work, she looked him over while he examined a document.
For the first time the memory of how he reacted when she told him she was pregnant wasn't a painful one.
She wanted me to tell him - and you.
She found him in the living room reading the newspaper.
Zeb shook the reins and urged him to go, but Jim was stubborn.
Eureka quickly followed him, and soon they were all standing together upon the platform, with eight of the much prized wooden wings beside them.
Princess Ozma once brought him to life with a witch-powder, when she was a boy.
He walked up and down the river bank, leading his horse behind him; but he kept his eyes turned always toward the dim, dark spot which he knew was the old North Church.
I will go out and make believe that I am bringing him a present.
He agreed to take the boy with him and teach him how to be a good sailor.
But Cimabue only praised him for his great skill.
One can almost picture him, sandwich in hand, slack-jawed in surprise.
To him that is what seeing the world is about.
When the salesperson rings up your purchase, no one tells him he had better forget what shoes he sold you with that suit and not to use that information to advise any future clients.
He had died by the time I read that passage in one of his books, so I couldn't write him, as is my normal practice when an author's words puzzle me.
His methods had probably died with him; and if they had not, how was a little girl in a far-off town in Alabama to receive the benefit of them?
At six I passed him and his family on the road.
Anna Pavlovna was obviously serving him up as a treat to her guests.
The nobility don't gwudge theah lives--evewy one of us will go and bwing in more wecwuits, and the sov'weign" (that was the way he referred to the Emperor) "need only say the word and we'll all die fo' him!" added the orator with animation.
How could she blame him?
Each of them hugged him and talked briefly to Destiny.
Something about the way Felipa was smiling up at him suggested she was anticipating a good night kiss.
Frustrating as it was - as he was - it would do no good to question him further.
She gently broke the embrace and stepped away, smiling up at him in an inviting way.
She gave him insight into how Katie and her mother felt about the subject.
Carmen thought she wanted him to make the decisions, but she wanted to be involved with the process.
Katie had been telling him that for years, but he hadn't seen it until now.
It was time for him to embrace it.
Officer Lathum met him half way to the car and lifted a bushy gray brow.
Lathum walked beside him to their patrol car and picked up a tablet.
That wide-eyed innocent look and those full lips reminded him of a fairytale princess.
Lathum eyed him with poorly veiled amusement.
It wasn't jealousy that troubled him.
Allen couldn't be rejected, so he belittled her intelligence, the close relationship with her family and accused her of cheating on him.
And yet, she had honored her promise to go with him to the party the next night.
Uncomfortable about riding in the car with him, she had offered to drive.
The minute Howard had arrived; Allen was in his face, accusing him of stealing his girl.
How embarrassing it must be for him.
Connie glanced from him to Lisa.
Howard gave him a strange look.
Lisa stared at him, fragments of the night before slowly fitting together like a jigsaw puzzle.
A 24-hour guard wasn't possible and arresting him would only make him more dangerous.
She had forgotten about him.
Cupping a hand to her mouth, she turned away from him.
Lifting her gaze to meet his intent regard, she implored him.
Maybe... but something about him rang true – mostly the part that he had saved her life.
There was no point in telling him she had intended to sleep in the car.
It had been foolish to climb into the car with him.
Avoiding his eyes as she walked past him, she tried not to limp.
He's a big horse, but I couldn't make him carry the two of us in that terrain.
She scooted closer to him, frightened and yet intrigued.
Chancing a glance at his face, she found him watching her in a strange way.
Lisa jerked her head around and glared at him, but his attention was fully absorbed by the destruction.
She hurried after him, glancing nervously at the jumble of rocks and trees.
She limped after him, muttering under her breath.
She lifted her hand to slap him again.
As if she hadn't been a burden in enough ways, now she had Mrs. Giddon upset with him.
She eyed him with open disdain.
She stared at him.
She eyed him suspiciously.
These they could not see, but they could feel them pelting the buggy top, and Jim screamed almost like a human being when a stone overtook him and struck his boney body.
Dorothy kept hold of his hand and followed him, and soon they were both walking through the air, with the kitten frisking beside them.
There sat the thorny Sorcerer in his chair of state, and when the Wizard saw him he began to laugh, uttering comical little chuckles.
He began making queer signs and passes toward the Wizard; but the little man did not watch him long.
A sailor brought them to Los Angeles and I gave him nine tickets to the circus for them.
But Dorothy sprang up and ran to seize her friend's hand drawing him impulsively toward the lovely Princess, who smiled most graciously upon her guest.
A man who has at length found something to do will not need to get a new suit to do it in; for him the old will do, that has lain dusty in the garret for an indeterminate period.
She smiled up at him.
Well, that explained a lot about him.
Gerald had to leave, but you met him.
This time she wasn't going to wait for him to romance her.
She was going to romance him.
When Alex walked through the door, they were standing by the table, waiting on him.
Destiny was a little lady, waiting until he came into the kitchen before plowing into him.
She walked behind his chair, leaning over it and putting her arms around him.
She hugged him and kissed his temple.
She stepped around the chair and stood before him.
She wanted to see him happy.
As she turned to go into the room, she glanced back at him.
She gave him her most fetching smile and stepped out of the hallway.
Reaching up, she turned off the light and then moved close to him, unbuttoning his shirt.
She started to get up so she could lead him to their bedroom, but he tugged her back down to the window seat.
He glanced up and caught her watching him.
It would do no good to ask him why.
Even Katie noticed the change in him and asked Carmen about the cause.
He's always been secretive, and whenever I ask him, he just tells me it's something I don't want to be involved in.
I find it hard to believe you wouldn't help him if you could.
If she was, why was she constantly questioning him?
She caught him watching her several times, obviously wondering why she was so quiet.
When she looked up at him, his gaze roved over her face.
She followed him to the table and sat opposite him, waiting for him to open the subject.
No wonder Dulce didn't want to let go of him.
Maybe she didn't know him as well as she thought she did.
But then, if Tessa didn't marry him, why didn't Dulce tell him about the baby?
Unless... it was after Tessa left him.
She said he wouldn't let her take him with her.
Carmen left her chair in one quick movement and circled his neck with her arms, kissing him on the temple.
Surely he knew she wouldn't leave him over something that happened before they met.
She gave him a final squeeze and released him.
She returned to her chair and sat down, gazing up at him.
Why lie when she made it so easy for him to avoid talking about it at all?
He stood, and when she looked up at him, he leaned down and kissed her lips.
Has Tessa tried to get custody of him?
Why would she hide him from me all this time and suddenly ask for a fortune?
She gave him a sarcastic smile.
He said he felt bad about it, but conceded that Tessa had been less than honest with him on more than one occasion.
When Alex approached Carmen about giving Tessa some money, she said it was up to him, but keep in mind that the issue could have been something like drugs.
Being able to discuss such things with him was as comforting as it was new.
I can't really blame him.
She paused, allowing him to assimilate the information.
It hurts him when you say... things.
Carmen caught her breath and stared at him.
He didn't comment, but several times that evening she caught him watching her with a reflective expression.
Señor Medena kept watching him, and finally spoke.
Alex glanced up at him and then his expression turned sour.
Alex glared at him.
Alex pointed his fork at her and opened his mouth to speak, but Carmen cut him off.
She watched him as he answered it and then headed toward her at a brisk pace.
Carmen abandoned the garden and followed him into the house.
Carmen glanced up at him and he smiled.
As if Matthew thought the encouragement was intended for him, he latched onto her breast, creating a suction that sent tiny bubbles down the feeding tube.
She looked up at Alex, teasing him with her eyes.
Carmen detached Matthew from her nipple and handed him to Alex, who sat down beside her.
Carmen smiled at him.
Maybe he wondered - maybe he knew - if his father had ever held him as he held his offspring right now.
Señor Medena watched him for a moment, his expression guarded.
Alex handed him the cream and sat down in his chair.
Alex eyed him suspiciously.
Alex stared at him.
Not like I wanted to take him away from the man who had been a Dad to him.
Señor Medena was looking at him in a strange way.
You want him to have all you can give him.
Alex stood and turned away from him, staring out the window.
Alex treated him to a wry smile.
Dorothy was captured in the same way, and numbers of the Gargoyles clung to Jim's legs, so weighting him down that the poor beast was helpless.
One wicked witch named Mombi stole him and carried him away, keeping him as a prisoner.
Then they told him dinner would be served directly and he replied that they could not serve it too quickly to suit his convenience.
There was enough material there to enable him to prepare several new tricks which he had learned from some of the jugglers in the circus, and he had passed part of the night in getting them ready.
They applauded all his tricks and at the end of the performance begged him earnestly not to go away again and leave them.
Instead of keeping still, so I could eat him comfortably, he trembled so with fear that he fell off the table into a big vase that was standing on the floor.
At first the piglet stuck in the neck of the vase and I thought I should get him, after all, but he wriggled himself through and fell down into the deep bottom part--and I suppose he's there yet.
When the time came for him to speak, his mother and the minister were both there to hear him.
On the day that he was seven years old, his mother gave him a few pennies.
Two or three other shepherds joined him in the search.
Putnam gave the rope a quick jerk and his friends pulled him out in great haste.
They feared that the wolf was upon him; but he wished only to get his gun.
When his friends heard the gun they pulled the rope quickly and drew him out.
I met him as he rode into town, and he said that he intended to stop at this hotel.
He shall have all the rooms in the house, and the ladies' parlor, too, I'll go right round to the Planters' and fetch him back.
He was a great admirer of Dean Swift, and took pleasure in sending him presents of game.
A boat was at the landing, ready to take him on board.
The stranger bent over him and looked at the picture he had made on the rock.
Bondone was surprised when Cimabue offered to take his little boy to Florence and teach him to be a great painter.
He did not hear her soft breathing as she stood over him and watched him finish the wonderful drawing.
The good woman was so overjoyed that she caught him in her arms and kissed him.
Interestingly, political cartoons of the era, both for and against FDR, showed him unaffected by the disease.
Once someone has something, no one should be able to take it from him or her.
This feat pleased me highly, as his body was very heavy, and it took all my strength to drag him half a mile.
The prince answered nothing, but she looked at him significantly, awaiting a reply.
Pierre, who from the moment Prince Andrew entered the room had watched him with glad, affectionate eyes, now came up and took his arm.
Adraksin was in uniform, and whether as a result of the uniform or from some other cause Pierre saw before him quite a different man.
Pierre, however, felt excited, and the general desire to show that they were ready to go to all lengths--which found expression in the tones and looks more than in the substance of the speeches--infected him too.
He was answered by a voice which informed him of the resolution just arrived at.
She straightened and smiled at him.
She came to the airport with him.
Once again he had caught her ogling him.
Alex finally looked at him.
She turned her head to watch him.
Carmen stared at him.
I don't want a shadow hanging over him.
Then the horse bunched up under him.
Felipa kicked her horse into a lope and rode up beside him.
He did not act as if it was bothering him.
We would not let him get on the horse with Destiny.
Maybe that was what Felipa was talking about - that she fussed over him too much.
Señor Medena asked Carmen and Alex to come to his office with him.
Carmen smiled up at him.
With nothing more to do, she wandered in to watch him shave.
Leaning her back against the wall, hands behind her back, she watched him in the mirror.
It had provided the opportunity for him to accuse her of being unfaithful.
Alex tried to pay, but she wouldn't let him.
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.
But if you could trust him this way and there was no electricity, would it still be love?
You love him very much.
His father was never able to get custody of him as a child.
Carmen leaned on her pillow and watched him dress for bed.
Jonathan said you were taking him to some kind of horse race tomorrow.
Turning toward him, she melted into his warm embrace.
She cuddled close to him and lifted her face for his affection.
She kissed his lips softly and rolled away from him.
But the horse did not buck him off.
Finally she spotted him, plastered against the fence, watching Alex.
The smile faded from his lips and he motioned for Jonathan to join him.
If he thought Alex was warming to him, he saw more than she did.
She sighed, gazing up at him.
Sliding her arms around his neck, she pressed against him.
She pressed against him, moaning with delight.
Carmen stood looking after him and then sighed.
She stood frozen, searching for him.
Slipping her hand through his extended elbow, she let him lead her into the center of the room.
She smiled up at him sweetly.
Carmen gazed up at him, shaking her head.
It was something she had always liked about him, mostly because he was sincere about it.
Maybe that was what made him such a good salesman in the past.
She scanned the room, but didn't spot him.
She smiled up at him as his hand found her waist.
Alex had never mentioned him.
If Alex felt the need to protect her from Gerald, maybe she shouldn't be dancing with him.
I worked with him for two years before I discovered who he really was.
Getting information about him from Katie is too much work.
Of course, she knew Alex well enough now to know he didn't like people to hand out information about him.
Other than the one time he had lost his temper with her, she had never known him to be anything but gentle.
I couldn't even imagine him in a comma.
She smiled up at him, feeling a sudden need for levity.
Carmen gazed up at him innocently.
Somehow talking to him was easy.
I never thought of him as being anything else but a salesman until I saw him tonight, but he seems so... comfortable now.
What had happened that made him ditch everything he knew and come to Arkansas?
Carmen rubbed her sore neck and searched the room for Alex again, but didn't find him.
Finally she spotted him talking to his father.
Focusing on his profile, she willed him to look her way.
Then he turned back to his father, who was watching him with interest.
So the party was actually for him, not both of them.
As the dance came to an end, she gazed up at him.
She stood silently watching him until he looked uncomfortable.
You weren't going to introduce him to me... or Tessa?
Obviously the long week was taking its toll on him as well.
Alex pulled her too him, his lips seeking hers hungrily.
She pushed him back, speaking as firmly as she could without talking loud enough for the children to hear.
Carmen rushed to him, but found that he was either asleep or passed out.
She removed his Tux and shoes, rolling him around the bed in the process.
Being groped by him again wasn't something she was looking forward to.
They crawled into bed and she rolled on her side with her back to him.
She rolled over to face him, sliding eagerly into his embrace.
She had an interesting perspective, and she made him think about things differently.
Carmen was looking at someone behind the camera and Alex was looking at a girl who stood about five feet from him.
You did not tell him?
You will not tell him?
I see no point in telling him.
And you obey him?
If I didn't want to do what he said I'd tell him so - and he would listen to my reasons.
Alex admired the breasts - which probably rated him right up there with the majority of men.
Carmen stood and put her arms around him.
Carmen remained quiet for a few minutes, allowing him to think about it.
She wrinkled her nose at him.
Carmen watched him absently.
She hugged him, laying her head on his chest.
She wasn't telling him anything he didn't already know.
All she was doing was reminding him how powerless he was.
She squeezed him once more and then released him.
Again she glanced up at him.
A part of her might never forgive him for what he did... and that was a dark part of her personality that she didn't want him to see.
Certainly she had given him no reason to believe she would.
Then again, Tessa had cheated on him.
Then why was it so difficult to forgive him?
Alfonso assured him that it was no big deal - that Señor Medena would pay for it because he had lots of money.
He flinched visibly as if she had slapped him, his fingers tightening on her arm.
I do not tell him.
She shrugged with as much elegance as she could muster, and eyed him with deliberate interest.
Later she remembered that Alex had asked her to call him if there was any change.
She called him Papa.
Señor Medena would take care of him and see that he got to the hospital if he needed to go.
Sometimes the way Alex looked at him when he was talking - times when he was actually listening to him - it seemed to her that he felt that close bond.
Alex told her to call him back if she didn't give birth in an hour.
He knew exactly what he wanted and I told him we would buy it for him.
Destiny jumped up and charged him.
She plowed into him, nearly knocking him down.
Carmen stared at him, trying to follow his runaway thought train.
Would she always feel this way about him and everything he touched?
Maybe it was therapeutic for him in some way.
It didn't take long for him to get home, and when he came in from the garage, he went directly to his gun cabinet and took out a rifle.
She watched him wash his hands.
Carmen waited until after the children were in bed before questioning him.
Katie said she should confront him when he did that - tell him how it made her feel.
It was possible that his father had given up on him.
Carmen smiled as she leaned over to kiss him.
She leaned toward him, smiling up at him suggestively.
She sighed and snuggled against him, feeling the beat of his heart... or was that her own?
Carmen leaned back in his arms and smiled up at him.
As she walked away from him, she let her hips swing slightly.
It was hardly fair to shift that responsibility solely to him.
He looked as if she had hit him in the stomach.
Ultimately she would forgive him, so why not start now?
She leaned her head back and looked up at him, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
She stared after him.
I heard him harassing you.
She addressed him icily.
She had him at bay and he was going to pay for his belligerent behavior.
Come to think of it, maybe that thought troubled him as well.
Tammy hurled herself across the room into his arms and started lavishing him with kisses and hugs that he returned with equal enthusiasm.
She glanced up to find him watching her with masked emotion.
She glanced up at him sharply.
If he was going to start throwing things, she had no intention of staying there in the kitchen alone with him.
He slung the dishtowel over his shoulder and one long step brought him to a point where she was pinned in the corner of the counter.
He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her roughly against him and kissed her lips in a demanding way that roused more anger than anything else.
She stared at him coldly.
Maybe it angered him because she hadn't found him irresistible.
Who knew what would tick him off?
The driver handed him an envelope and hopped into the car.
She tried to step around him, but he stopped her with an iron grip on her arm.
The masculine smell of him, the way his big hands caressed her cheek so softly... hands without calluses.
He stepped closer, slipping his other hand around her waist, and pulled her gently against him.
She waited for him to release her, but his lips moved across her cheek and down her neck with soft caressing kisses.
She tried to push away from him but his embrace was too strong.
As his grip on her relaxed, she stepped away from him, a flush creeping up her neck.
What was it about him that she responded to in spite of what she knew about him?
Did he know she was attracted to him?
She stepped back and glared at him.