H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“He'd shoved his toque and mitts into the sleeve of his parka when he'd come in the night before, and now, thrusting his right arm into the armhole, he hit the blockage. At a practiced shove the pompom of the toque crowned the cuff followed by his mitts, like a tiny birth.”
Source: A Fatal Grace
“He’d shown the world that there was something invincible inside of him—inside all of them—that could and would remain untouched, something that even a cruel world could not break.”
Source: Flaco the Owl Spreads His Wings
“He'd sit and listen to Nana's Jesus stories all day, but when she turned to the Old Testament prophets, Louis Valentine's little face would darken. He said, "I hate it when God is mean!”
Source: Rhett Butler's People
“He’d slam his fist into the wall in frustration but the wall was sure to slam back with greater devastation.”
Source: The Vor Game
“he'd slumped beside her. " You can't fear losing me half as much as I fear losing you." It had been a grudging admission; he'd thought her already asleep.”
Source: Devil's Bride
“He'd solved the problem you see—and that's the way some people are. They are ceaselessly finding ways of getting to grips with the world, of surmounting certain antipathies so as to apply themselves to it that little bit more. It's quite admirable really, how they refuse to let anything come between them and the rest of it—Oh, the rest of it! Sort of there, sort of hovering there all the time. Different ideas come to me now and again—strategies I suppose that might inculcate a little more compatibility. I just don't know if I'll ever get the hang of it if you want to know—as a matter of fact I think I've left it a little too late to cultivate the necessary outlook.”
Source: Pond
“He'd spend another thousand years by your side if he could.”
Source: A Fractured Light
“He’d spent his entire childhood suffering under the cruelty of one hypocrite; he refused to inflict suffering on behalf of another, even if that person was the Emperor.”
Source: Lost Stars
“He'd spent six years learning to live without touch. Then she stepped out of that rental car, and his hands remembered what they were for.”
Source: The Quiet Acre
“He'd spent the majority of his life in this house and until recently had felt he'd known it in the same alert, instinctive way he knew his own body; knew its coldest stones and softest sofas, knew the best place to find midafternoon sun, knew which rooms the staff cleaned at which hours and which rooms were rarely cleaned at all, knew every hallway, every painting. Turning a corner was like bending and elbow. Opening a door like blinking an eye.”
Source: Ink Blood Sister Scribe
“He’d spent the night in the boat. Next to the spaghetti queen.
William glanced at the hobo girl. She sat across from him, huddled in a clump. Her stench had gotten worse overnight, probably from the dampness. Another night like the last one, and he might snap and dunk her into that river just to clear the air.
She saw him looking. Dark eyes regarded him with slight scorn.
William leaned forward and pointed at the river. “I don’t know why you rolled in spaghetti sauce,” he said in a confidential voice. “I don’t really care. But that water over there won’t hurt you. Try washing it off.”
She stuck her tongue out.
“Maybe after you’re clean,” he said.
Her eyes widened. She stared at him for a long moment. A little crazy spark lit up in her dark irises. She raised her finger, licked it, and rubbed some dirt off her forehead.
Now what?
The girl showed him her stained finger and reached toward him slowly, aiming for his face.
“No,” William said. “Bad hobo.”
The finger kept coming closer.”
Source: Bayou Moon
“He’d spill his whole soul for her giggles.”
Source: Love Not Required
“He’d stared into her eyes, dark with confusion and unwilling passion, and for one stark, horrible instant, he’d wished to be that different man. He’d wished to be worthy of her.”
Source: Midnight's Wild Passion
“He’d stepped from the Darkling Glass, his sword in hand and witchcraft on his lips-and straight into a sorcerer’s trap.”
Source: Hell and Earth
“He'd stolen a kiss, and been transported to heaven. "I won't say I'm sorry, Susanna. Even if you think I should."
Her lips looked kissed and a bit plump. "I didn't ask you to.”
Source: Under a Falling Star
“He'd stopped trying to bring her back. She only came back when she felt like it anyway, in dreams and lies and broken-down déjà vu.”
Source: Eleanor & Park
“He’d taken all the gangs and squabbling groups and made them see that a small slice of the cake on a regular basis was better by far than a bigger slice with a dagger in it. He’d made them see that it was better to take a small slice but enlarge the cake.”
Source: Feet Of Clay
“He'd taken off his coat; in form-fitting waistcoat and soft white shirt, he looked, if anything, even larger, more physically powerful, than before.”
Source: A Rake's Vow
“He'd tasted her unbelievable mouth yesterday evening, and his pride demanded only the best on her tongue.”
Source: It Happened One Summer
“He'd thought a lot about that kiss. A whole lot about that kiss.
He wished he felt more sorry about it than he did, as it could likely prove to be his downfall in his mission. But he couldn't. It had been to... perfect. Like a souffle that combined airiness and light, with that rich, dark, kicky finish. Yes, that kiss had lingered on his lips... and permanently in his memory, ranking up there along with the richest, most decadent desserts he'd ever had the pleasure of sampling.
Just like those decadent desserts, he was equally driven to taste her again. As passionate as he'd ever been to create the most amazing flavor combinations, the richest and most unique desserts, Lani was like that to him. For as long as he could remember, that passion had always been everything.”
Source: Sugar Rush
“He'd thought he'd outlived war. Ultimately, war outlived everyone.”
Source: The Wake Up
“He’d thought he was over caring what people thought about him. He’d thought that loving Eleanor proved that. But he kept finding new pockets of shallow inside himself.”
Source: Eleanor & Park
“He’d thought it would be the right thing to say, but she scoffed a little… and that, more than anything—more than the prospect of having his ribs crushed in or his face pulled off or his neck stretched on a rope—scared him out of his wits.”
“He'd thought this was the start of something. But clearly she'd changed her mind, and he felt stunned by home quickly the whole thing had unraveled, the end coming before the beginning really even had a chance to begin.”
Source: This Is What Happy Looks Like
“He'd told Alejandra this many times, but his comments had been so small in the grand scheme of things. She now knew that the largest parts of people escaped in tiny ways, tiny words, and tiny looks.
One was not permitted to let themselves go and because they gripped so tightly trying to keep together the puppet they presented, parts of identity snuck their way out of holes, and released, transforming into something like a harmless quip their lover would forget. But their lover would remember it. Afterward. The schedule of human understanding was almost always set: afterward.”
Source: A Happy Ghost
“He'd told her she was his. That he was jealous and he wasn't sharing her. Where the hell had that come from?
He didn't know, but as she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his abdomen, he knew he'd spoken the truth. He was jealous. Completely and utterly, and it twisted him up inside to realize it.”
Source: Hot Shot
“He’d trade anything to be back there in the past, rather than to deal with what was going on in the present.”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel
“He’d tried again and again to put his trust in people who didn’t deserve it. Until he just couldn’t anymore.”
Source: A Thousand Cuts
“He'd turned away from a life on basic to live in the stars, or if not the stars, at least the rocks that floated free in the night sky.”
Source: Abaddon's Gate
“He’d turned the Melbourne Bratva into a legal multi-million-dollar conglomerate, and he had no intentions of looking back.”
Source: Bratva Connection: Maxim
“He'd turned to go, then stopped, facing his brother. He’d said in a low voice, “I’m glad we’re friends again.”
“Friends?” Vladimir’s smile had lifted to a grin. “We’re not friends, man. We’re brothers.”
Source: A Reputation for Revenge
“He'd unbuttoned his shirt so the night breeze would soothe him; his body always ran too hot. The blood. Too hot. The large, gold crucifix on his neck, dangling to his thick chest hairs, caught there, and winked in the candlelight. His childhood prayers. For food. Warmth. His beloved mother. That the cruelty of his father. Stop. No more. Beatings. He never. Stopped. Beating her. Mama. [...] Pompeii remembered - like tuning into a clear TV channel - his mother's gentle face. Her fingertips on his boy's face, calming him to sleep. The sound of his father's drunken entrance, when she would hold her breath, stop stroking his boy face.”
Source: Song of the Golden Scorpion
“He’d use this opportunity to impress Rick and show him that he did, in fact, have more to offer than just being a sexy skanktart. To show that he wasn’t just a brainless bimfoon, that’s when a bimbo breeds with a buffoon, resulting in a true, hot mess.”
Source: Dirty Drag 3: Beyond The Drag
“He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again.
I pictured smacking him in the face.”
Source: Ever My Merlin
“He’d valued his dignity more than his own life.”
Source: The Girl with Seven Names: A North Korean Defector's Story
“He’d wait me out if his parents let him. A promise is a promise, but is he ready for such a tale? I’ve only shared this story with a select few, and only for Holocaust remembrance.”
Source: L'DOR V'DOR: From Generation to Generation
“He’d walked as a ghost in the gloomy bowels of this opera house for so long, darkness had become his brother, which was fitting, since his father was the night, and sunlight their forgotten friend.”
Source: RoseBlood
“He’d wanted Pell, of course, but he’d wanted the position of Tigrina just as much.”
Source: Breathe, My Shadow
“He'd watched the world change around him, civilizations rise and fall, and although he could have anything, anyone, he wanted her.”
Source: Night Child
“He'd woken up at four this morning in Emma's hospital room to write down an eggplant roulade with tandoori paneer. The magic was in the Indian thyme and garlic chive foam infused into the paneer.”
Source: Pride, Prejudice, and Other Flavors
“He’d wormed his way into Justin’s life like a grub—preying on his weaknesses and his sexual orientation.”
Source: Crossbones
“He’d write a character for himself. His character would be tall, much taller than he is now. And his sisters would recognize him as dashing. He’d have personal freedom, his own, a way to escape, to escape from them all.”
Source: Branwell: A Novel of the Brontë Brother
“He dabbed at his tuxedo with a damp rag, and the fungi came away easily. "Hate to do this, Bill," he said of the fungi he was murdering. "Fungi have as much right to life as I do. they know what they want, Bill. Damned if I do anymore."
Then he thought about what Bill himself might want. It was easy to guess. "Bill," he said, "I like you so much, and I am such a big shot in the Universe, that I will make your three biggest wishes come true." He opened the door of the cage, something Bill couldn't have done in a thousand years.
Bill flew over to the windowsill. He put his little shoulder against the glass. there was just one layer of glass between Bill and the great out-of-doors. Although Trough was in the storm window business, he had no storm windows on his own abode.
"Your second wish is about to come true," said Trout, and he again did something which Bill could never have done. he opened the window. But the opening of the window was such an alarming business to the parakeet that he flew back to his cage and hopped inside.
Trout closed the door of the cage and latched it. "That's the most intelligent use of three wishes I ever heard of," he told the bird. "You made sure you'd still have something worth wishing for--to get out of the cage.”
Source: Breakfast Of Champions
“He (Daedalus) would follow that bearing, the sun on his shoulders and the past slipping away.”
Source: Daedalus Rising - The True Story of Icarus
“He damaged her wings and demanded her to fly.”
“He danced across my heart like a pirate,
Constantly discovering my secrets,
Turning over every hidden treasure,
Drowning me in his fantasy.”
Source: Write like no one is reading 2
“He danced closely but never touched.
The air between them crackling and sparkling like an electrical fire
that must be contained quickly
or it will take everything.”
Source: Rosa Scriptum
“He danced on the knife’s edge between awareness and sleep. When he dreamt like this, he was a king. The world was his to bend. His to burn.”
Source: The Dream Thieves (The Raven Cycle, Book 2)
“He danced the way he made love, with passion and tenderness and spirit, communicating with hands and eyes the most subtle messages, tenderly making up for Lila's awkwardness. In his lashes and his hair, mist clung in tiny diamond drops. She could not take her eyes from him.”
Source: Light of Day
“He danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum.”
Source: Daughter of Smoke & Bone