H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“He couldn't stop smelling the air in great, deep, loud sniffs. It was so delicious. It smelled of water, and mud, and maple trees, and autumn.”
Source: The Four-Story Mistake
“He couldn't stop staring at her cleavage...
The vee in between beckoned him like a bee to nectar.”
Source: Ante Up
“He couldn’t talk soul at the market nor
Could he scream mad for help at the office,
So he wrote it down and meant every word.
The only time we get to be honest,
Until you loved it like it were fiction.”
Source: The Goodbye Song
“He couldn’t tell her that he’d been fighting a losing battle against falling in love with her from the day they met. That all his crazy, caveman possessiveness was because his heart had known – even when his head was too damn stupid to catch on – she was his and there was no going back to his solitary, single-minded existence.”
Source: Tinderbox
“He couldn't tell if she was finally remembering.
But he was selfish enough to hope that she was.
He debated keeping her trapped under him until she did. He knew it was a bad idea, but he wanted her to remember him. He wanted her to look at him, just once, and know him the way she had before.
It was cruel of him to want her to want him again. If she remembered, it would only hurt her more.
He was still haunted by the last time he'd seen her with her memories. It had been right outside the Valory. Hours before, he'd felt her die in his arms.”
Source: A Curse for True Love
“He couldn't understand how he was awarded medals and honors for clubbing and bayoneting people, and be called a barbarian for killing seals.”
Source: The Killick: A Newfoundland Story
“He couldn’t undo the past. He couldn’t change what Zoe had done or how much it had hurt. But maybe it was time to stop letting that pain control him.”
Source: Shattered Demons
“He couldn't walk away. Not when the wallflower needed rescuing.
His dratted Achilles' heel, no matter how disastrous the outcome tended to be.”
Source: The Earl's Defiant Wallflower
“He couldn't work, as such, but needed to flex himself somehow in ways that felt like work, he thought. Lacking credentials and sight he could not teach, for example. Even reading a cold-call script would be out, although he'd heard of a resourceful blind man who went to the social security office and suggested, "Give me either a job or just my damned check," and received the former, skillfully handling mediation assignments.”
Source: In the Country of the Blind
“He couldn't bear to live, but he couldn't bear to die. He couldn't bear the thought of he making love to someone else, but neither could he bear the absence of the thought. And as for the note, he couldn't bear to keep it, but he couldn't bear to destroy it either.”
Source: Everything Is Illuminated
“He couldn't even find the will to yell at her now. A real man didn't yell at those who weren't exactly sane themselves, he told himself.”
“He couldn't even tell whether he was angry or contrite, whether it was forgiveness he wanted or the power to forgive.”
Source: Revolutionary Road
“He couldn't figure out if she was immensely well adjusted or seriously messed up.”
Source: The Corrections: A Novel
“He couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting up in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: 'To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!”
Source: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
“He couldn't offend the gods with a pointed stick.”
Source: A Conspiracy of Kings
“He couldn't put on a coaching session to save his life. I've spoken to people about him and he can barely lay out cones.”
“He couldn't say it. He couldn't tell her how much she had come to mean to him. She could destroy him with her rejection. If she had feigned her feelings for him - if he'd bought into her lies and her quest for freedom... He wasn't sure what he would do. He could hurt her.”
“He couldn't see a belt without hitting below it.”
“He couldn't tell that this was one of those occasions a man never forgets: a small cicatrice had been made on the memory, a wound that would ache whenever certain things combined - the taste of gin at mid-day, the smell of flowers under a balcony, the clang of corrugated iron, an ugly bird flopping from perch to perch.”
Source: Conversations with Graham Greene
“He couldn't tell the difference between one politician and another. They were all formlessly enthusiastic chimpanzees to him.”
“He couldn't undo the past, nor could he know how he had already altered the future. But that didn't matter. What he really cared about was captured in the warmth of their interlaced fingers. What mattered was the life the two of them made together now.”
“He couldn’t compare a woman to a torrentially beautiful monsoon, and then look surprised that he’d gotten wet.”
“He couldn’t say the words, had spent too long in Silence, but he’d learned other ways to speak. Taking the paperweight she’d knocked off her desk out of his pocket, he put it in her hands. “It’s fixed. As long as you don’t mind more than a few scars.”
“He couldn’t see why people made such a fuss about people eating their silly old fruit anyway, but life would be a lot less fun if they didn’t. And there was never an apple, in Adam’s opinion, that wasn’t worth the trouble you got into for eating it.”
“He covered her mouth with his ---and she felt as if she had suddenly been enveloped in a cascade of sparks. The tingling warmth from his touch did not compare to the sensations that whirled through her as his lips moved over hers. It was as if every part of her body had at once become brilliantly alive.
His beard was a startling, silky roughness against her skin. His other hand came to rest at her waist, drawing her in tight, and her body seemed to meld to his hard, lean lines, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her thoughts scattered. A sound escaped her, soft and deep, unlike any sound she had ever made in her life.
Then his tongue touched her lower lip and she gave a startled little squeak.
Her suddenly lifted his mouth from hers, his eyes midnight blue, his voice husky. "You have never even been kissed before, leannan. You are as innocent as the day you first set foot in the convent.”
Source: His Stolen Bride
“He covered her plucking fingers with his own, pressing her hand flat. "It was just better, all the way through. Especially this part." He cuddled her closer. "I've never felt so peaceful afterward."
"And happy?" she asked hopefully.
"I don't know how 'happy' feels." He sought her mouth for a brief, hard kiss, and his voice turned to rough velvet. "But I know I want to stay inside you forever.”
Source: Dreaming of You
“He cracked a slight smile, but it didn’t look amused. “I’m not letting you out of my sight. You’re looking a little deranged, Angel. We’ll go together.”
Source: Hush, Hush
“He cracked his crooked smile that made all women swoon except the ones who wanted to slap him. Faye was a fence-sitter on the subject.”
Source: Bellevere House
“He cracked my heart open wide, yanking out any slither of love I had left, to go back to her.”
“He cradled her face between his hands, angled his mouth over hers, and welcomed the bliss she offered. Boldly, she gave her tongue the freedom to roam within his mouth. She sighed. He moaned.
He thought a man could become spoiled touching a woman. He might never want to touch stone again. Stone wasn't warm. It didn't alter its shape with the gentlest of pressures. Stone didn't breathe so he could feel its moisture on his face. Rocks didn't make soft sounds that he'd carry with him until the day he died.”
Source: Always to Remember
“He cradled her neck, urging her closer. A bead of sweat trailed down his back. She dug her fingers into his waist, giving him all the invitation he needed to explore her mouth. She tasted salty and sweet. The breath of her sigh danced over his tongue. She untangled their hands and swiveled onto his lap, wrapping her bare legs around him, linking her feet behind his back.
Mon dieu. It was too much - and not nearly enough.”
Source: Deception Island
“He cradles the egg like treasure and shows me the catalog of the Viking bearded seal figurines. Before this series, Kinder launched the Russian bears, the Canadian caribou, the French poodles—I remember a mime, a pastry chef, and a can-can dancer with a jaunty red beret—the Majorcan hedgehogs, and the Egyptian camels, painted to resemble the gods of hieroglyphs. Ridiculous trinkets forming an international circus of moronic animals.”
Source: The Kindness of Terrible People and Other Stories
“He craned his neck and sniffed at the puffball. “It is a dog,” he confirmed. “Hey! Come on, time to go,” he barked at the animal, foraging in its woolly thicket of fur and finding a leg to pull.
“How dare you!” squealed a thin voice. “How dare you insult the great, the magnificent, the incomparable Pom.”
Source: Cerberus
“He craved sex and chocolate. Chocolate was his heroin. Men were his needle.”
Source: Night Sweats
“He craved silences and solitude. He simply could not get lost in another person’s life.”
Source: A Little Chorus of Love
“He created his own Kool Aid reality and was able to illuminate himself by it.”
Source: Richard Brautigan's Trout Fishing in America, The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster, and In Watermelon Sugar
“He created his worst enemy, just as tyrants everywhere do!”
“He created light and darkness; know what to do openly and what to cover.”
“He created me. Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? Who watches the watchmen? Me. I watch him. Always.”
Source: Thud!
“He created the church to meet your five deepest needs: a purpose to live for, people to live with, principles to live by, a profession to live out, and power to live on. There is no other place on earth where you can find all five of these benefits in one place.”
“He created the flavors! He created the colors. He created it all, and he did it all out of the overflow of his perfections. It’s not like he was thinking, ‘Oh, I’ve got some fajita flavoring over here. I know: let’s put it on the cow and the chicken.’ He created the avocado to have a certain flavor; he created the skirt steak, the fillet, and the tenderloin to have certain flavors. That was God’s doing. So every aspect of creation, from the largest galaxy to the tiniest burst of flavor in food or drink or seasoning, radiates the goodness of God.”
“He created you with your special features because he was aware of your destination”
“He creates a blueprint that transcends bricks and mortar. He lays stepping stones for those who come after, so that life's journey can be easier.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“He creates room for transformation. He is a sensible man, like a phoenix rising from ashes. His transformation is a fusion of insight, and bravery.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“He credited her with a number of virtues, of the existence of which her conduct and conversation had given but limited indications. -But, then, lovers have a proverbial power of balancing inverted pyramids, going to sea in sieves, and successfully performing other kindred feats impossible to a faithless and unbelieving generation.”
“He credited his teammates, who he thanked in turn, with challenging him every day and driving him forward and making him a better player.”
“He cried, almost entire night. He cried alone in his small shed. That was only game that he could play without needing another person to participate.”
Source: The Last Smile of The Plaster-man
“He cried and cried, and his heart beat and leaped and danced and pranced, and for that moment, I thought, my heart is about to run off with his, and I’m not going to stop it. But I did. I stopped it.”
Source: Counting Stars
“He cried and he cried, and his heart beat and leaped and danced and pranced, and for that moment, I thought, my heart is about to run off with his, and I’m not going to stop it. But I did. I stopped it. I grabbed my heart in the palm of my hands and I squeezed it. I squeezed it so hard. So hard so it was crippled enough to stay in place and not have the ability to move and feel every emotion and feeling it wanted to feel. And I cried. I cried and I cried, and my heart beat and leaped and danced and pranced and... I didn’t know what to say or what to do. I didn’t know what to feel and what not to feel.”
Source: Counting Stars
“He cried for a long time. I stroked his head and held him close. If he'd been a woman, I would have kissed his hair. But strict limits to intimacy are straight man's burden.”
Source: Purity