H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“He had become a great beast, and yet that beast would devour him. His prayers turned to screams, but both went unanswered.”
Source: Crooked Kingdom
“He had become a monster. You just couldn't see it...because it wore the face of a friend.”
“He had become a settled effect in her spirit, a state permanently established, not continuous, but always recurring.”
“He had become, after all, her home.”
Source: Fates and Furies
“He had become aware of the eyes of the Daylight Folk on him. Hopeful, expectant, suspicious or dazed, they watched him from the parapet and from the crenellations of the Natural History Museum, their wings spread like banners against the sky. And now he could see the Midnight Folk, too, drawn by whatever mystery had been at work on these rooftops: Atlas, and Luna, and Diamondback, and Cinnabar. For a moment, Cinnabar stood aloof on the parapet. Then Brimstone held out his hand to her, and she went to join him.
My people, Tom thought to himself, and put up his hand to cover a smile. It was ridiculous, of course, and yet it felt so natural. As natural as being in love. As natural as flying.
Spider pulled at the silver thread again. Between his fingers, Tom now saw an intricate cat's cradle of light that seemed to extend in multiple directions. 'With this, you can go anywhere,' said Spider, lifting the cradle of light. 'You could stay here, in London Before. You could go back to the London you know. Or you could reclaim your Kingdom, and lead your people home. Your choice.' He passed the cat's cradle over Tom's head. As it touched him, the net of light settled over Tom's shoulders, becoming a kind of mantle: golden, soft as spider silk, light as woven thistledown. He made the same gesture over Charissa, and she too was draped in gossamer. And with the mantle came a scent of green woods and of summertime; of distant spices, unnamed blooms, and blackberries, and honeycomb.”
Source: The Moonlight Market
“He had become like an old sweater, full of holes but never to be discarded, too many cold nights to find it in the back of a drawer and pull out.”
Source: Pleasant Day
“He had become lonely in his mind, he knew: he no longer encountered other people even in his thoughts.”
“He had become the sky around the sun – alive, but not really there.”
Source: Sleeping with the Sun
“He had become the writers' equivalent of a goldfish after years of writing 500 word articles and wondered whether mind-expanding drugs would help him hold a full-length plot in his head, because he was having problems with continuity.”
Source: Maya - Illusion
“He had become, through a combination of heritage and character, a keeper of the national conscience.”
Source: The Proud Tower: A Portrait of the World Before the War, 1890-1914
“He had been (Thinking? Praying?) It was all the same thing.”
Source: The Stand
“He had been a reader of imperturbable voracity during the respites after battles and the rests after love, but a reader without order or method. He read at any hour, in whatever light was available, sometimes strolling under the trees, sometimes on horseback under the equatorial sun, sometimes in dim coaches rattling over cobbled pavements, sometimes swaying in the hammock as he dictated a letter. A bookseller in Lima had been surprised at the abundance and variety
of works he selected from a general catalogue that listed everything from Greek philosophers to a treatise on chiromancy. In his youth he read the Romantics under the influence of his tutor, Simón Rodríguez, and he continued to devour them as if he were reading himself and his own idealistic, intense temperament. They were impassioned readings that marked him for the rest of his life. In the end he read everything that came his way, and he did not have a favorite author but rather many who had been favorites at different times. The bookcases in the various houses he lived in were always crammed full, and the bedrooms and hallways were turned into narrow passes between steep cliffs of books and mountains of errant documents that proliferated as he passed and pursued him without mercy in their quest for archival peace. He never was able to read all the books he owned. When he moved to another city he left them in the care of his most trustworthy friends, although he never heard anything about them again, and his life of fighting obliged him to leave behind a trail of books and papers stretching over four hundred leagues from Bolivia to Venezuela.”
Source: The General in His Labyrinth
“He had been alone in the world and empty for so long. But she filled him full, and so he believed everything that had been taken out of him might have been for a purpose. To clear space for something better.”
Source: Cold Mountain
“He had been around plenty of women but this one was different. This one looked pure. This one looked like she had no hidden motives and it radiated out of her green eyes.”
Source: Tajrish
“He had been around politicians for a long time, and he was prepared for some outburst.”
Source: Back Channel
“He had been bored, that's all, bored like most people. Hence he had made himself out of whole cloth a life full of complications and drama. Something must happen - and that explains most human commitments. Something must happen, even loveless slavery, even war or death. Hurray then for funerals!”
Source: The fall
“He had been born thrifty which was fortunate, for he was too earnest and humble ever to win earthly riches.”
Source: Mortal Remains
“He had been born to slay dragons.”
Source: Cleftlocke
“He had been content with daily labour and rough animal enjoyments, 'till Catherine crossed his path. Shame at her scorn, and hope of her approval, were his first prompts to higher pursuits; and, instead of guarding him from one and winning him to the other, his endeavors to raise himself had produced just the contrary result.”
“He had been dazzled. Because of the dazzling brightness, he had had to kill [Seigen]. All who had encountered Seigen had had their hearts stolen by that brightness. That envy had turned to malice.”
Source: シグルイ 15
“He had been driven hither by the impulse of that Remorse which dogged him everywhere, and whose own sister and closely linked companion was that Cowardice which invariably drew him back, with her tremulous gripe, just when the other impulse had hurried him to the verge of a disclosure.”
Source: The Scarlet Letter
“He had been eight years upon a project for extracting sunbeams out of cucumbers, which were to be put into vials hermetically sealed, and let out to warm the air in raw, inclement summers.”
“He had been for many years, a quiet silent man, associating but little with other men, and used to companionship with his own thoughts. He had never known before the strength of the want in his heart for the frequent recognition of a nod, a look, a word; or the immense amount of relief that had been poured into it by drops through such small means.”
Source: Hard Times
“He had been frightened and so he had been vehement.”
Source: The Ministry of Fear
“He had been full of the idea so long, dreamed it right through to the end, waited with his teeth set, so to speak, at an inconceivable pitch of intensity. Now, in the reaction, he was running down like an overwound clock.”
Source: The Complete Works of F. Scott Fitzgerald: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Articles, Letters, Plays & Screenplays: From the author of The Great Gatsby, The Side of Paradise, Tender Is the Night, The Beautiful and Damned, The Love of the Last Tycoon, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and many other notable works
“He had been God yesterday. He is still God today and He will remain, God, tomorrow. He is the All-knowing and All-powerful King.”
Source: Daily Quotes about God: 365 Days of Heavenly Inspiration
“He had been granted his life's wish-but conditionally.”
Source: THE PILLARS OF THE EARTH
“He had been groomed to hunt beasts and yet somehow, he had become a hunting ground, a land wrecked by tooth and claw and one woman's arrow tip pointed between his eyes.”
Source: The City of Dusk
“He had been haunted his whole life by a mild
case of claustrophobia—the vestige of a childhood incident he had never quite overcome.
Langdon’s aversion to closed spaces was by no means debilitating, but it had always frustrated him.
It manifested itself in subtle ways. He avoided enclosed sports like racquetball or squash, and he had
gladly paid a small fortune for his airy, high-ceilinged Victorian home even though economical faculty
housing was readily available. Langdon had often suspected his attraction to the art world as a young
boy sprang from his love of museums’ wide open spaces.”
Source: Angels & Demons
“He had been held to her by a beautiful thread which it pained him to spoil by breaking, rather than by a chain he could not break.”
Source: Far From the Madding Crowd
“He had been her one refuge in a hostile world. She could not bring herself to forget.”
Source: Love on a Midsummer Night
“He had been her sun, the star she circled endlessly. Helpless against the gravity she’d been unable to fight. She’d flown too close and melted her wings made of wax. She’d fallen. Maybe she’d never been meant to fly.”
Source: Every Part of You: Takes Me
“He had been hurt doing everything he had ever done. He expected it, even wanted it. Nothing centered a man like pain. Nothing drove the irrelevant bullshit our of your mind like the taste of your own blood. Duffy always wanted to tell people who were worried about the future of their children, or about God and the order of the universe, to go out and break a rib or two. A few broken ribs threw all thoughts of children, God and the order of the universe right out the window. Nobody with broken ribs ever had free-floating anxiety, or so Duffy was convinced. It was cheaper that a psychiatrist and never so humiliating.”
“He had been in forests in Assam and Arunachal Pradesh... You could run into tigers and elephants in those places.
Here, in this dry, deciduous woodland, the most dangerous animal was man.”
Source: Remember Death
“He had been in New York the whole year managing his father's winery and office in lower Manhattan, but now he'd come home by train for Christmas--and the world was wonderful. Three thousand miles was nothing, you got on a train, you had your own private little room, you changed at Chicago, you ate great meals in the diner, you read mystery stories and newspapers in the club car, and then all of a sudden there you were back in Fresno, and there everybody was, standing on the station platform waiting for you. Who could ask for anything more?”
Source: Places Where I've Done Time
“He had been left broken and wounded—and the wounds had never healed.
She pitied him, yes. But more than that. Her heart ached for him in every sense. She leaned forward and tried to tell him so with her lips.”
Source: The Seafaring Lady's Guide to Love
“he had been making an unsuccessful effort to write something about nothing in particular”
Source: Crome Yellow
“He had been monotonously successful but he was sensible enough to believe that a large part of it was due, like most success, to chance.”
Source: Black No More
“He had been my almost. My might-have-been. I was afraid of what I wanted most - His kiss. Still, I collected kiss stories. -Susie Salmon”
“He had been searching for it his entire life. He had devoted himself to poetry to find it. Now, in the middle of his life, he found it. It was in the face of the love of his life, his daughter. She who had never blushed before, now blushed. And in that blushing, he knew, was the existence of God. That was the day her father learned what God was. God was pure beauty, God was his daughter’s face when she blushed.”
“He had been seen by another. He had become a part of the other's world, and therefore no longer in complete control of his own. The eye was another kind of cage. When it saw you the lid came down, and you were trapped.”
Source: In the Castle of My Skin
“He had been shuffled out so quickly he didn’t even realize what he was wearing, like a King of Spades who wanted to file a complaint to the playing card company manufacturer for not drawing him a garden tool like he specifically asked for.”
Source: The Ghost Therapist...And Other Grand Delights
“He had been sleepwalking through his own life, a life that was a canvas devoid of colour, and at last, he had awoken to a dazzling reality.”
“He had been so busy getting away from the library, he hadn't paid attention to where he was going.”
“He had been so wrong that day, when he’d asked her why she hid. She had laughed because she knew it was not insignificance that forced her to disappear; it was power.”
Source: A Vision in Smoke
“He had been someone before. That person had been the result of a lifetime of choices, good and bad. And like it or not, he was drawing closer to that identity now. Not the freedom of infinite variety, but the tyranny of a decision made, a path walked, a life lived. What if he didn't like the view”
Source: The Two Deaths of Daniel Hayes
“He had been standing still; for an artist, one of the more painful forms of death.”
Source: the Agony and the Ecstasy
“He had been suffering for months. He had been brooding for weeks. He had been thinking about just one thing for days. And now his mind was focusing on one single, clearly defined goal.”
Source: The Decagon House Murders
“He had been sure Sammael would stay safe in Illian behind defenses woven of the Power if he thought he had to face Rand; too many of the Forsaken had tried, and most were dead now. In spite of himself, Rand laughed—and had to hug his side; laughing hurt. All that elaborate deception to convince Sammael he would be anywhere but with the invading army, to bring the man out of Illian, and all made unnecessary by a knife in Padan Fain’s hand. Two days. By this time, everybody who had eyes-and-ears in Cairhien—which certainly included the Forsaken—knew that the Dragon Reborn lay on the edge of death. As well toss wet wood on the fire as think otherwise.
A Crown of Swords,
The Wheel of Time, book 7,
Robert Jordan”
“He had been the recipient, he now gratefully acknowledged, of a rare and precious gift. In demanding the hand of a woman he neither understood nor was capable of knowing, he had instead received from her the chance to see himself and the opportunity to become a better man. And he had changed. He knew he had. He knew that he was not that man stalking angrily back to his chambers in Rosings Hall. What had happened to him in those intervening months? He was not sure; he could offer no complete explanation, but the man who had opened Rosings's doors, already prepared to write an angry letter, was a stranger, a man who had been walking through his entire life asleep. But now, he had awoken.”
Source: These Three Remain