H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“He could not just wear a watch. It had to be a Rolex.”
“He could not make conversations with strangers, and yet conversations with strangers were perhaps the first thing required of him in his new life.”
Source: After This
“He could not name precisely the special quality she possessed. A glow. An exuberance. An aggressive and determined joy that gave her the courage to push past his defenses, to confront him with unflinching courage, to look into his heart and to see something there worth fighting for.”
Source: At the King's Command
“He could not play the game without hope; could not play the game without a dream. They had taken it all away from him now, they had turned away from him and there was nothing for him now...He was alone and there was nothing for him.”
“He could not remember, ever before, choosing not to act?”
Source: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
“He could not remember one gesture of tenderness he had given her, neither at the beginning, nor then, nor now, nor at any time.
He accepted, but did not understand it, this feeling of hers for him, all he knew was that it pleased and angered hum at the same time and he had no wish to put her from him.”
Source: Julius
“He could not remember when anything had felt so young and fresh as her lips. The rain lay, like tears shed for him, upon the softly shining porcelain cheeks. She was all new and immaculate, and her eyes were wild.”
Source: The Rough Crossing
“He could not say “bad dog.”
He could not say “good boy.”
He could not say anything.
Quiet breathed like some darkening monster at the window of Theo’s mind.”
Source: the dog
“He could not se a possible, general good above Selver's imperative need. You can't save a people by selling your friend.”
Source: The Word for World is Forest
“He could not stand people saying, "Who knows what we shall be doing this time next year?" and he loathed such expressions as "for the last time," "never again"..”
Source: Lud-in-the-Mist
“He could not stand. It was not That he could not thrive, he was born With everything but the will – That can be deformed, just like a limb. Death was more interesting to him. Life could not get his attention.”
Source: Season songs
“He could not tell all of the California pines apart, the gray pine from the coulter, the bushop from the knobcone and the Monterey.”
Source: At the Edge of the Orchard
“He could not tell where he ended and she began. He realised this from the agonising sensation of division which he felt at that instant.”
Source: ANNA KARENINA
“He could not understand how a person born in the United States who knew the English language and culture and was educated with at least a high school degree failed to provide for his own subsistence without government assistance.”
Source: Growing Up American
“He could not understand why he had needed so many words to explain what he felt in war because one was enough: fear. ~Jose Aracadio Segundo Buendia After the second banana slaughter”
“He could not wait to get rid of them so he could enjoy remembering them.”
Source: The Collected Stories of Amy Hempel
“He could offer only withness, but nothing else was asked.”
“He could only consider me as the living corpse of a would-be suicide, a person dead to shame, an idiot ghost.”
Source: No Longer Human
“He could only do rowdy because he felt what I felt: that whip-crack unleashing that comes when you meet the person who frees you”
Source: Dirty Rowdy Thing
“He could play the guitar just like ringing a bell.”
“He could pour himself into my little paper cup heart and my emptiness would finally have a meaning.”
Source: Born Ready: Unleash Your Inner Dream Girl
“He could put up with his meaningless office-life, because he never for an instant thought of it as permanent. God knew how or when, he was going to break free of it. After all, there was always his “writing.” Some day, perhaps, he might be able to make a living of sorts by “writing;” and you’d feel you were free of the money-stink if you were a “writer,” would you not? The types he saw all around him, especially the older men, made him squirm. That is what it meant to worship the money-god! To settle down, to Make Good, to sell your soul for a villa and an aspidistra! To turn into the typical bowler-hatted sneak – Strube’s “little man” – the little docile cit who slips home by the six-fifteen to a supper of cottage pie and stewed tinned pears, half an hour’s listening-in to the BBC Symphony Concert, and then perhaps a spot of licit sexual intercourse if his wife “feels in the mood!” What a fate! No, it isn’t like that that one was meant to live. One’s got to get right out of it, out of the money stink.”
Source: Keep the Aspidistra Flying
“He could quite quickly become detached from the nuances of common human emotion. Particularly if he was engaged in some aspect of a scientific problem or research. His work excluded any consideration for the feelings of those around him. And he rarely excused himself or justified his behavior. It was as if he was compelled to focus all his energy on one subject and was unaware that others did not follow his obsession.”
Source: The Medici Seal
“He could reconstruct all his
dreams, all his half-dreams. Two or three times he had reconstructed a whole day; he never hesitated, but each reconstruction
had required a whole day. He told me: "I alone have more memories than all mankind has probably had since the world has
been the world." And again: "My dreams are like you people's waking hours. And again, toward dawn: "My memory, sir, is like a garbage heap." A circle drawn on a blackboard, a right triangle, a lozenge-all these are forms we can fully and intuitively
grasp; Ireneo could do the same with the stormy mane of a pony, with a herd of cattle on a hill, with the changing fire and its innumerable ashes, with the many faces of a dead man throughout a long wake. I don't know how many stars he could see in the
sky.”
Source: Ficciones
“He could remember all about it now; the pitiful figure he must have cut; the absurd way in which he had gone and done the very thing he had so often agreed with himself in thinking would be the most foolish thing in the world; and had met with exactly the consequences which, in these wise moods, he had always foretold were certain to follow, if he ever did make such a fool of himself.”
Source: The Complete Works of Elizabeth Gaskell (20+ Books)
“He could ride through the skies over glaciers, through the treetops of forests no human being knew existed. He could sleep in the ruins of cities lost for centuries.”
Source: Lady Midnight
“He could say nothing. He had no right to be there, he had already been profoundly changed, he was no good at small talk, she was half naked, it was dawn and he loved her.”
Source: Winter's Tale
“He could see Bonzo's anger growing hot. Hot anger was bad. Ender's anger was cold, and he could use it. Bonzo's was hot, and so it used him.”
Source: The Ender Quintet
“He could see Cannes shimmering in the distance, like a mirage it haunted him. A mirage, so nearby yet so far out of reach, a mirage of light and elegance, a mirage of fame and excess, a place where modern mythologies came to life, if only temporarily.”
Source: Dying in Champoussin
“He could see her breasts lift and fall gently with her breathing. She'd thrown off her blanket. He watched now. Feeling like an adolescent. Just as ridiculous, just as enthralled.
He imagined going to her, lying next to her on the bed, pulling her into his arms, waiting for her to stir awake. He imagined the feel of the fine, fragile fabric of the night rail against his hands---it would be warm, fragrant from her--- and the whisper of sound it would make as it slid over her body when he lifted it from her. He imagined his hands gliding over the curve of her shoulders and hips; over the petal skin of her breasts, and her softer-still nipples. He imagined her lithe body rippling beneath his touch as he discovered her again, and thoroughly this time, he imagined his mouth finding, tasting every bit of her, the hollow of her belly, the musk between her legs, her soft cries of pleasure as he did. He imagined the slow final taking of her, moving inside her as she clung to him---
Oh, God.
He wanted. He wanted. He wanted.”
Source: Beauty and the Spy
“He could see her, but dared not remain for fear of annoying her by seeming to be spying upon the pleasures which she tasted in other company, pleasures which - while he drove home in utter loneliness, and went to bed, as anxiously as I myself was to go to bed, some years later, on the evenings when he came to dine with us at Combray - seemed illimitable to him since he had not been able to see their end.”
Source: Swann’s Way
“He could see in his face a love so obviously displayed that she must already know everything there was to know about it. He was so close to her then that they owned every molecule of air in the tiny room and the air grew heavy with their desire and worked to move them together. It was with the smallest step forward that his face was in her hair and then her arms were around his back and they were holding each other. It seemed so simple to get to this place, such a magnificent relief, that he couldn't imagine why he had not been holding her every minute since they first met.”
Source: Bel Canto
“He could see plainly that she was not herself. That is, he could not see that she was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.”
“He could sell snow to an Eskimo.
--Overheard in a Real Estate Office”
Source: The History of the Snowman: From the Ice Age to the Flea Market
“He could sense a fierce tautness in the cheap air of the tunnel, almost like entering a medical ward where disease lingers in the corners and no one has ever opened a window to bring in fresh air.”
Source: Hart's War
“He could shake your hand and stab you in the back at the same time.”
Source: Ancient Gonzo Wisdom
“He could shred me so easily. A few words, a desperate look, and I was cut wide open.”
Source: The Crossfire Series Books 1-3 by Sylvia Day
“He could sleep in the ruins of cities lost for centuries.”
Source: Lady Midnight
“He could smash it. He could sunder that hairy shell and scatter pieces of its crooked legs. He could be human in that last moment. He could exalt in his ability to destroy. But there were more of them crawling through the breach, and he was old, and Lain was older now, and he sought that other human quality, so scarce of late, and put his arms around her, holding the woman as tightly to him as he dared, the stick clattering to the floor.”
Source: Children of Time
“He could smell her morality, the sweet rot of corruption”
“he could smell her petals, with their warming colors. and hear her silent wisdom as he listened to those colors...and her beauty, behold! wow; oh, how he wanted so badly to keep her and cherish her...but he dare not take her away from the other purple flowers, she was not his to take. because it was there that she was needed, and there he would let her be, standing out above the crowd, where she belonged”
Source: Bodhi Smith Impressionist Photography
“He could smell the readiness of onion in every one of its stages of cooking and knew exactly what stage worked best for each dish. He could identify the exact rapidity with which milk had to boil before adding the lemon to make the cheese curd separate into paneer. He could sense exactly when to add the tomatoes to tie together the onion, garlic, and ginger so that the curry came together perfectly with the oil separating from it in syrupy rivulets.”
Source: Pride, Prejudice, and Other Flavors
“He could smell them, the earthy perfume of the kettu mingling with the slimy reek of the skalions, and fresh horror foamed in his stomach as he attempted to process what he was seeing. Skalions. Creatures of nightmare. Merciless. Fearless. Mad. And here. Right here in the attic.”
Source: The Shadow Glass
“He could stand at Piccadilly Circus, could watch the crowds shuffle past, and still imagine himself the one fully conscious, intelligent, individual being among all those thousands. It seemed, somehow, impossible that other people should be in their way as elaborate and complete as he in his.”
Source: Crome Yellow
“He could start a row in an empty house.”
“He could still be her knight. But that was it. She would not love someone who had no faith in her.”
Source: Auralict
“He could still escape—the fear was in front of him, and all he had to do was wrench free and run in the other direction. But he kept walking forward, straight into its embrace.”
Source: The Real Boy
“He could still see the dragon just fine. It was about sixty feet long, snout to tail, its body made of interlocking bronze plates. Its claws were the size of butcher knives, and its mouth was lined with hundreds of dagger-sharp metal teeth. Steam came out of its nostrils. It snarled like a chain saw cutting through a tree.”
“He could take his mother from this place. They could go somewhere warm. He could put her in front of a piano, get her to play, take her somewhere full of bright colors and beautiful sounds. They could go to Novyi Zem. They could go anywhere.”
Source: Crooked Kingdom
“He could take on anything and everything, it seemed, rather than leave himself time to reflect on his dissatisfaction with his life and what he might do about it.”
Source: Charles Dickens