H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“He cried love like the shepard boy cried wolf.”
Source: An Abundance of Apricots
“He cried love like the shepherd boy cried wolf.”
Source: An Abundance of Apricots
“He cried that night for all that he had lost, but he would say it taught him a valuable lesson: that holding on to things "will only break your heart.”
Source: The Time Keeper
“He cried when I left, which I find to be standard male behavior.”
“He cries. 'Please! I don't want to die.' I lean over. My hair smothers him. 'Then you should never have been born,' I say.”
Source: Thirst: Thirst No. 1; Thirst No. 2; Thirst
“He cringed each morning as the newspapers were brought to him. The media was eating the story up. His anger grew as he read the suppositions and the innuendos; the fact that his life was being laid bare for the entire world to see.”
Source: Murder on the Naval Base
“He crooked a finger beneath her chin and lifted until she met his gaze. Her skin was just as soft as he remembered, and her lips just as full. Only the distress in her eyes was new. At least that was something he could fix”
Source: Slow Ride Home
“He crossed his arms over his chest, "I don't get why you push everyone away."
"This isn't the time to talk about this."
"Should I set up an office visit?”
Source: Legend of Love
“He crossed the floor to start rifling through one of the supply chests, pulling free a small silver bottle and ripping open the top. "Is this liquor? Because I want to be completely intoxicated when Abba gets wind that his children are plotting a coup in a fucking closet."
"That's weapons polish," Ali said quickly”
Source: The Kingdom of Copper
“He crossed the street toward the man in the trench coat, which left me with two choices: follow my dad and see what was going on, or do what I was told. I decided on the slightly less dangerous path. I went to retrieve my sister”
Source: The Kane Chronicles, The, Book One: Red Pyramid
“He crosses the front room, which he calls his study, and comes down the staircase. The stairs turn a corner; they are narrow and steep. You can touch both handrails with your elbows, and you have to bend your head, even if, like George, you are only five eight. This is a tightly planned little house. He often feels protected by its smallness; there is hardly room enough here to feel lonely. Nevertheless.”
Source: A single man
“He crouched at the car window and looked in. 'What a lovely family you have. What a charming family. They're all lovely. Except for that one.' His finger jabbed the glass. 'That one's a bit ugly.”
“He crouched at the care window and looked in. "What a lovely family you have. What a charming family. They're all lovely. Except for that one." His finger jabbed the glass. "That one's a bit ugly."
The American stepped towards him. "What? What did you say?"
"Oh, don't worry. I'm sure his personality makes up for his face.”
Source: Death Bringer
“He crushes his lips to mine. My face is already wet from tears, but the kiss isn’t sweet and romantic. At that moment, it feels like a kiss of life or death. It is carnal and harsh. I will never forget this kiss.”
Source: Level Me Up
“He[Crystal's father] had found my height amusing, referring to me as his "little girl" at every opportunity even though I could see the bald patch on top of his head fringed by curls when we stood side by side.”
Source: Seeking Crystal
“He cubbed her in his arms to sleep,
even her demons snored that night ~”
“He cuddled her back into his arms and sighed, closing his eyes as the flames in the gas logs danced like sugar-plums. Gracie watched them across his broad chest, feeling the happiness like a flame inside her heart. Somewhere she heard Christmas carols being sung and a dog barking in the distance. Closer, she heard the strong, regular beat of Jason’s heart under her ear. Christmas wasn’t only in her heart. It was in her arms.”
Source: Heartless
“he cult of productivity has its place, but worshipping at its altar daily robs us of the very capacity for joy and wonder that makes life worth living...”
“He cultivated ideological fuzziness.”
“He cupped a hand around her wet head and rubbed his mouth over her sodden hair, her saturated lashes, the round tip of her nose. Just as he reached her lips, she turned her face away, and he growled in frustration, dying for the taste of her. He had never wanted anything so badly. For a split second he was tempted to hold her head in his hands and crush his mouth on hers. But that wouldn't satisfy him... he could not get what he wanted from her with force.
Carrying Lottie from the shower-bath, he dried them both before the hearth in the bedroom and combed Lottie's long hair. The fine strands were dark amber when wet, turning to a pale shade of champagne when they were dry. Admiring the contrast of the shining locks against his velvet robe, he smoothed them with his fingers.”
Source: Worth Any Price
“He cupped her buttocks in his hands, lifted her up, and guided her down over his shaft with a long sigh. When he was deeply inside her, their eyes locked.
Susannah's breasts slid against his chest, both of their bodies sweat-sheened, as she rose up again, knowing instinctively what to do. He smiled faintly, guided her down again. Which is when she saw his eyes go black again with desire and she exulted. She loved this power to give and take, this humbling exchange of strength and vulnerability.
"There's a place inside you, Susannah...," he said hoarsely. "Guide me. You'll know it when you feel it. I'll hold on to you."
So she lifted up again... and slid down again... and oh, he was right. There was a place.
She moved up over him again, with a sultry smile, enjoying this new knowledge, feeling that mysterious need escalating... she held it at bay for as long as she could. Which, as it turned out, wasn't very long at all. For her body took over, found the cadence it craved, and she began to ride him in an instinctive rhythm that grew ever swifter, and he held her, his hips thrusting up to meet hers.
The world became the harsh roar of their breathing, incoherent sounds of pleasure, softly groaned words of urging. Susannah could feel her release pushing, pushing at the seams of her, roaring through her veins like a river of stars, until it flooded its banks and burst from her in an exultant cry. The unthinkable pleasure of it rocked her, shook her like a rag; she trembled and trembled from it.
Kit held on to her, his own hoarse cry following, and she could feel his seed filling her as she breathed her exhaustion against his neck. Felt his chest heaving against hers as they clung together.”
Source: Beauty and the Spy
“He cupped her cheeks in his hands and pressed his forehead against hers, reminding her of a truth she had long forgotten—that this suspended moment in time had always been, and was never lost, an eternity perched upon an instant of knowing. In such a way he held her, until time ceased to exist.”
Source: The Eye of Elektron
“He cupped her face and held her still, as he looked into her brown eyes; she was all flash and no bang. She talked big, but when it came down to it, she was a simple girl.”
Source: Clef Notes
“He cupped her face in his big, callused hands and dropped his forehead to hers. "It's all about the we," he murmured. "Don't ever think otherwise.”
Source: The Good Luck Sister
“He cupped her face in his hands, crushing his lips into hers. Angry and raw after all these months, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. It wasn’t gentle or sweet. It was powerful and full of need. A quiet moan escaped from her throat, inciting another rushing wave of desire through him. Her lips parted, inviting his tongue inside her mouth.”
Source: Under His Skin
“He cupped her face in his hands. “Now, let me take you on a journey to the place of souls, to your little piece of heaven.” His fingers glided from her face, down her neck to her arm, and then gently grasped her hand. “With your hand in mine, permit me to show you something magical, a place where we will always be able to join with each other, no matter where we are, together or alone. There is no measure of time or distance where we are going, and we will stay grounded to this realm by our physical touch…”
Source: A Carpet of Purple Flowers
“He cupped her head with both hands. “You’re full of your own kind of magic, and it’s much more rare and beautiful than all the other spells around you. They are commonplace. You are unique.”
Source: Spellbinder
“He cupped his hand around her cheek, and she marveled at how perfectly his palm fit her cheek. His fingers in her hair, she waited, maybe for an eternity, for his lips to meet hers. When they did it was like being inside an exploding star. Time and space became irrelevant. She slipped her arms under his, clinging to him, his body the only thing stopping her from drifting away, untethered in space. His hand on her back slipped under layers of clothes, finding her skin. He pulled her close, and she leaned into him, feeling like she could never be close enough to him.”
Source: Some Things Stay With You: A Windswept Wyoming Romance
“He cupped my face in his hands and wiped my tears with his thumbs.
"Better?"
"Yes."
He looked into my eyes and said, "I'll never leave you alone, Anna. Not if I can help it.”
“He cups my face
with both hands
leans in,
eyes lingering a
sweet second
before his lips
are there on mine,
teasing,
playing,
tasting,
kissing.
When he pulls away,
I'm breathless.
He nuzzles my ear.
"Now that's thrilling."
You got that right.”
Source: The Day Before
“He curled his arms, popped his biceps. "The Hulk is no match for the power of these pythons."
"I see another python is also proud of the fact that my room is destroyed."
Liam cupped his semi-erect length and gave a manly tug. "The desk is next. Or should we do it on your dresser? You've got a weapon of mass destruction at your beck and call. Just point me in the right direction."
Laughter bubbled up in her chest. She loved this playful, joyful side of Liam. Maybe he'd never really had a chance to embrace that part of his personality when he was growing up, but he was definitely making up for it now.
"Are you seriously comparing yourself to a weapon of mass destruction?"
"Look at this room." He opened his arms wide. "We rocked the fucking world."
Daisy made her way across the broken shambles of the bed. It didn't look girlie anymore. They'd managed to knock off the pink duvet, and all the fluffy pillows, and tangle the delicately flowered sheets in a heap.
Definitely time for a change.
"Where are you going"----he growled----"wiggling that sexy little ass at me?"
Daisy looked back over her shoulder and smiled. "You said something about a desk?”
Source: The Dating Plan
“He cursed himself for having assumed the weather would be sunny. Perhaps it was the result of evolution, he thought--some adaptive gene that allowed the English to go on making blithe outdoor plans in the face of almost certain rain.”
Source: Major Pettigrew's Last Stand
“He cursed the storm that had upset his peaceful life.”
Source: The Mill House Murders
“He cut her off with brutal precision. "And one last thing." His eyes flicked toward the door, through which Jace, Alec, and Isabelle had disappeared. "Keep in mind that when your mother fled from the Shadow World, it wasn't the monsters she was hiding from. Not the warlocks, the wolf-men, the Fair Folk, not even the demons themselves. It was them. It was the Shadowhunters.”
Source: Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instrument Series (4 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass; City of Fallen Angels
“He cut off her protest with his mouth. When he was certain she would no longer object, he moved his lips from her mouth to her breast. They were so full and fit perfectly in his hands. She cried out when his tongue flicked her sensitive nipple so he did it again and again. Her response was driving him wild. His plan had been to take his time and wait for her to come to him. But the moment she'd said his name, he was lost. Couldn't control himself. She was his. Nobody else's. With that thought on his brain he let himself go. Frantically, he slammed into her and she met every thrust head-on, grinding into him as he came.”
Source: Jingle My Snowballs
“He cut short my request for something to eat, snapping out, "I don't believe you want to work."
Now this was irrelevant. I hadn't said anything about work. The topic of conversation I had introduced was "food." In fact, I didn't want to work. I wanted to take the westbound overland that night.”
Source: The Road
“he cut through the 21st Century Gallery, past the big plastic statues of Pluto and Mickey, animal headed gods of lost America”
“He cuts his gaze toward his unpredictable mortal High Queen, whose wild brown hair is blowing around her face, whose amber eyes are alight when she looks at him.
They are two people who ought to have, by all rights, remained enemies forever.
He can't believe his good fortune, can't trace the path that got him here.”
Source: How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories
“He cuts off a young boy's four limbs, buggers the torso, feeds him well and so keeps him alive; as the limbs were not cut off too close to the torso, he lives for a long time – he buggers him thus for more than a year.”
Source: The 120 Days of Sodom
“He’d almost redoubled his efforts to charm her. Prepared a wink and a smile and a glib response but stopped. Every time he tried to charm her, she stiffened, so he’d given her the truth instead. 'I’ve nowhere else to be.' Surprisingly, it had worked.”
Source: The Artist’s Redemption
“He'd already gone beyond what he planned for their first true meeting, forgetting himself long enough to trade innuendos a more experienced woman would have recognized for what they were. Instead, Grace Danvers had blushed and looked unsure, of both herself and her reactions.
In those moments, he'd found her adorable.
And kissable.
And far too innocent.”
Source: Seduced by His Touch
“He’d always be Your Father, but somehow was no longer your dad. No longer running up walls, no more leaping from the curved roof eaves of the Bank of America pagoda. More often found nodding off during a meal, eaten alone, in front of the six o’clock news.”
Source: Interior Chinatown
“He'd always been a man who followed his head and not his heart.The heart was just a bloody motor.The head was meant to drive”
“He'd always been the black sheep, the outlier; with no reason to choose sides because no side had ever chosen him.”
Source: The Dapper Detective
“He’d always felt he had a right to exist as a wizard in the same way that you couldn’t do proper maths without the number 0, which wasn’t a number at all but, if it went away, would leave a lot of larger numbers looking bloody stupid.”
Source: Interesting Times
“He'd always had a quickening of the heart when he crossed into Arizona and beheld the cactus country. This was as the desert should be, this was the desert of the picture books, with the land unrolled to the farthest distant horizon hills, with saguaro standing sentinel in their strange chessboard pattern, towering supinely above the fans of ocotillo and brushy mesquite.”
Source: The Expendable Man
“He'd always known that shit rolled downhill, but he never knew tears did the same thing.”
Source: Talker
“He'd always liked women who'd talk back to him just a little bit. "Girls with balls" were good. Women with an actual mind of their own who could prove him wrong in something were, of course, castrating bitches who should be drowned in bottomless wells.”
Source: Crooked Little Vein
“He’d always loved this land, loved how his family had tamed it. It was as much a part of him as his blood. Being involved with him meant moving back here. Being surrounded by bad memories.”
Source: Slow Ride Home
“He’d always prided himself on being more civilized than his brothers, but so much for that; he was becoming aroused in a damned sewer.”
Source: Pleasure Unbound