Holmes Quotes Novels & Stories

Is there anything this man cannot do? "I have no idea what you just said." I've stopped eating, and I'm completely fixated on his mouth. "It's a quote from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas. 'Besides we are men, and after all it is our business to risk our lives.' I enjoy his books." I'm caught off guard. He fucking quotes Dumas in French. "You read?" And it happens. His head tilts back and he laughs. I can see his perfectly white teeth and the wide expanse of his neck. The reserve he controls so tightly is gone.

I pointed my fingers at Vanessa who laughed at me. "Cupid" She commented at me. I rolled my eyes. "Well, I will take my leave. I need to go see my mother." Vanessa stood up and Blake imitated her. The bid goodbye and left. Hayden turned towards me. "So, where did your investigations lead you, Miss Holmes?" He asked me. "Awww, I like it. The whole Holmes thing." I looked at him adoringly because my love for Sherlock was enough that I would faint in front of Benedict Cumberbatch if I ever met him.

"Then I suggest you keep your mouth shut, you fucker. You touch any one of them and I'll blaze you straight to whatever you consider hell." Tove leaned forward. "It's a movie quote, Hols. He was being funny." She shook her hands, let the bright light dissolve. "Right. I knew that." "You live on Earth, and you didn't know that was a movie quote? Did you grow up under a rock?" the twin with light brown eyes said. Cheeks turned to him. "No. I grew up in a nudist cult. Where did you grow up that you know the movie quote?" She jutted her chin up.

He said, standing up. "Why didn't you just take us?” I yelled after him. “You know I'm a terrible driver" he yelled back. I scoffed, smiling. That was true. His favorite quote was, why drive a car when it's not trying to kill you? Only God knows where he read that one from....

The quote for this picture said: Don’t take life too seriously. You’re not getting out of it alive. From the passenger seat, Isobel burst out laughing. “Oh my God, that’s hilarious.” Holding her side, she rolled to face me. “Who is it a quote from?” Her eyes glittered with joy and I had to admit, it felt nice, knowing she realized I’d made sure to find out the answer to that question already. “Elbert Hubbard,” I said. “Or at least, it’s similar to one of his quotes.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes. What a bummer! He always interupts me, whenever I am having a good time. I opened my mouth to answer him, when I heard him threatening me "If they all knew what you have done and what you are capable of, they won't be sitting here playing friends with you" I closed my mouth and stared at him blankly. "What do you mean" Louis fumed instead of me. I was just looking at Mr Holmes with nothing in my eyes. MR HOLMES'S POV

And I couldn’t control my laughter when I recalled how badly he sucked at the language. “You know, I once read a grand quote by someone. It said, ‘Before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet or painter.’” “If you’re lucky enough to be an artist’s muse, they will immortalise you.” I finish for him. It’s one of my favourite quotes of all times. He stares at me with a hint of warmth, his eyes telling me more about him than his words. We both avoid eye contact and glance at the table. I’ve no idea why I’m acting like a ten-year-old.

"You should not be up. Let me help you back to your room." I jerk away from her grip so violently I nearly lose my balance. "Do not touch me," I warn, my voice low and dangerous. "You have lost the right. And I do not ever want to see you ever again. From today going forward, you have only one daughter and I have no mother." My eyes scan the entrance and find Holmes standing respectfully near the entrance, waiting. His face is impassive as always, but there is a slight tension around his eyes that might be concern.

Sandra tried a simile, "someone broke into a gallery and destroyed one of its most valued displays. Then the police, the media, and even art connoisseurs all said they hadn't trashed the gallery's safety because nothing looks as if it is missing!" "Definitely!" I said. "We would expect one of them to mention that since the burglars damaged a valuable work of art within the confines of the gallery, the question of whether somebody breached security is a ridiculous one." "Quintus," Sandra asked excitedly, "do you remember the Sherlock Holmes story, Silver Blaze? The horse goes missing one night. Holmes worked out that the abductor must be known to the dog that slept there as it didn't bark." "

“Then we are all dysfunctional here. Two old men who are nearly at death’s door but too stubborn to pass down the baton, and a young man who most likely was just recently weaned from breastfeeding.” They all stare at me with rage. “I will not stand here and be insulted by a she‑wolf who believes she is on my level,” Holmes says. “I’m not on your level—I’m way above it. And if you wish to test my position, then you will all fall short, for I possess a skill that none of you do. You don’t have to like me, but you are all here for a reason, and I demand your respect just as I give you mine. Or did you just come here to throw insults at me?”