H Quotes
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“He kissed her temple. "Would you read to me?"
"You wouldn't grow bored?"
"Not if you were reading, my love."
Helen slipped off the bed, tiptoed into the main chamber and retrieved the book from the table. When she returned, Eoin had situated the candelabra to provide good light, and arranged the pillows for comfort.
How wonderful it was to be with a man who actually cared enough to do simple things like fluffing the pillows.
He opened his arms and beckoned her to him. "Come and tell me what this story's about."
"It would be my pleasure, sir knight." Helen climbed up and snuggled into his arms. She opened the cover and read the title. "'The Wedding of Sir Gawain and Dame Ragnelle'." She looked at Eoin and grinned. "The story begins when the mystical knight, Sir Gromer Somer Joure, challenges King Arthur to discover what women desire most, or face dire consequences."
He rested his chin on her shoulder and peered at the pages. "You have me entranced already.”
Source: Highland Knight of Rapture
“He kissed her then. Not tentative. Not polite.
This was no first-kiss kiss. It was demanding. Dirty. And it went on and on. Deep, open-mouthed, head-twisting, tongue-fucking, rock’n’roll kissing.”
Source: Numbered
“He kissed her until the cold night fell away and his whole body sang with heat.”
Source: A Gathering of Shadows
“He kissed her without urgency, without haste, but with all the love he felt for her.”
Source: Cursive
“He kissed her, and their souls melted into each other in a melody older than time.”
“He kissed her. Without warning, without permission. Without even deciding to do it, but simply because he couldn't have done anything else. He needed that breath she was holding. It belonged to him, and he wanted it back.”
Source: One Dance with a Duke
“He kissed him like a man starved, thrusting his tongue past his parted lips and drowning himself in the taste and feel of Paul after three weeks without him.”
Source: Beyond Eden
“He kissed like no man she'd ever known. There was something about him, a rawness, an earthy sensuality that bordered on barbaric, something she'd never be able to explain to someone else. A woman had to be kissed by Dageus MacKeltar to fully understand how devastating it was. How it could bring a woman to her knees.”
“He kissed me. And it was the most Oliver kiss.
His hands cupping my face gently to draw me to him, and his lips covering mine with a deliberate care that was its own kind of passion. The way you'd eat a really expensive chocolate... savoring it because you knew you might never get another.
He smelled of familiarity, of homecoming. and of the night I'd spent wrapped in his arms. And he made me feel so ...fucking precious. I wasn't sure I could bear it.”
Source: Boyfriend Material
“He kissed me as if I were air and he couldn’t get enough. He kissed me like wildfire, consuming everything in its path. He kissed me as though I were the last drop of blood in the world, the only thing that could ever sate his hunger.”
Source: On Wings of Blood
“He kissed me as if I were something delicate and precious, something he cherished and held with reverence. "My first kiss. This is my first real kiss.”
Source: Full Tilt
“He kissed me desperately, like a drowning man and I was his oxygen.”
“He kissed me fiercely, with an utter abandon that I could no more put a halt to than I could stop an avalanche.”
“He kissed me for a long moment, holding my shoulders, perhaps to keep me from pressing my whole body against his. Then he tried to lift my bag. "My God," he said. "What happened?" "I found out one may check out twenty books at a time from the school library.”
Source: A Certain Slant of Light
“He kissed me hard and I kissed him back harder, like it was the end of an era that had lasted all of my life.”
Source: Wild: A Journey from Lost to Found
“He kissed me hard and I kissed him back harder, like it was the end of an era that had lasted all of my life.
Being near Tom and Doug at night kept me from having to say to myself I am not afraid whenever I heard a branch snap in the dark or the wind shook so fiercely it seemed something bad was about to happen. But I wasn't out here to keep myself from having to say I am not afraid. I'd come, I'd realized, to stare that fear down, to stare everything down, really - all that I'd done to myself and all that had been done to me. I couldn't do that while tagging along with someone else.”
“he kissed me hard. "Promise me. Promise me you'll spend New Year's with me next year," he whispered into my ear.”
“He kissed me. He kissed me like a thousand promises were being exchanged through that one kiss.”
Source: Vices
“He kissed me. I felt feverish and stupid, like a thirsty person with too much water suddenly pouring into their mouth.”
Source: Two Stories
“He kissed me like I was the empire he was sworn to protect and would die a thousand deaths to keep secure. He kissed me like I was a woman with a deep dark wildness that needed to be fed and he knew just how to do it. He kissed me like he was dying and this was the last kiss he would ever taste. Then his kiss changed and his tongue was velvet and silk as he kissed me like I was fine bone china that needed exacting care and gentleness. Then the storm built in both of us and I ground myself against him, and he was searching with his kiss and his hands sliding down to my ass for the part of me that was a savage animal and so was he and we were going to forget the world and “become two primal, uncomplicated beasts fucking as if the universe depended on our passion to fuel it. And I was pretty sure we could. I felt something building in me, a hunger that was exhilarated to be alive and knew it could come out and play as hard as it wanted, because I could never break this man. Not even with all my superpowers. I could dump every bit of myself on him and never have to worry about giving him a heart attack or breaking a bone or giving him a black eye by accident. He could handle anything. My high temper, my need for adventure and stimulation, my intellect, rages, and rants, my sheer physical strength, even the darkness of my shadow-self. He was a broad-shouldered beast. He was hard and capable and permanent and had an immortal heart. A frenzy of lust exploded inside me and I met the savagery of his kiss with all the savagery in my soul, and there is one fuck of a lot of it.”
Source: Feversong
“He kissed me like it was the last thing he’d ever do, the last time he ever would.”
Source: Misinformation
“He kissed me on the lips as well, but it lasted like eternity for me. His lips on mine. My first kiss with the boy I liked. It could not be better.”
Source: Horns of Revenge
“He kissed me on the mouth, but it wasn't the kiss after the Pasquino, when he'd pressed me hard against the wall on via Santa Maria dell' Anima. I recognized the taste instantly. I'd never realized how much I liked it or how long I'd missed it. One more thing to log on that checklist of things I'd miss before losing him for good.”
Source: Call Me by Your Name
“He kissed me softly, sweetly. 'Don't forget this.'
I touched his jaw. 'I don't think I ever could.'
'Promise me,' he said, seeming not to hear me as he lifted his hand. His gaze snagged with mine. 'Promise me you won't forget this, Poppy. That no matter what happens tomorrow, the next day, next week, you won't forget this- forget that this was real.'
I couldn't look away. 'I promise. I won't forget.”
Source: From Blood and Ash
“He kissed me tenderly as my heart thumped out of control. My fingers slipped into his thick, black hair and held tightly. He paused, not wanting to pull away. I didn’t let him. I was going to say goodbye properly. I held tightly, pressing my lips to his, soft at first then hard with desire.”
Source: Disenchanted
“He kissed me wildly, overwhelming me like a giant wave rushing to shore. I was soon lost in the turbulent grasp of his embrace and yet…I knew I was safe. His wild kiss drove me, pushed me, asked me questions I was unwilling to consider. But I was cherished by this dark Poseidon, and though he had the power to crush me utterly, to drown me in the purple depths of his wake, he held me aloft, separate. His passionate kiss changed. It gentled and soothed and entreated. Together we drifted towards a safe harbor. The god of the sea set me down securely on a sandy beach and steadied me as I trembled. Effervescent tingles shot through my limbs delighting me with surges of sparkling sensation like sandy toes tickled by bubbly waves. Finally, the waves moved away and I felt my Poseidon watching me from a distance. We looked at each other knowing we were forever changed by the experience. We both knew that I would always belong to the sea and that I would never be able to part from it and be whole again.”
“He kissed me with a fire like no other, as if he were afraid breaking the kiss would break us.”
Source: The Only Exception
“He kissed me, and I pulled my personal psycho into bed with me.”
Source: Magic Slays
“He kissed me, so gently at first that I melted. I pressed close against him as the kiss deepened, curling my arms around his neck and tumbling into pure sensation. The softness of his hair as I ran my fingers through it; his arms hands on my skin, caressing me. It felt so, so good. I'd been afraid that I'd never have this again--this sense of being so achingly alive that every nerve ending was on fire.”
“He kissed me, though not in a sexy way. Gentle. Tender.”
“He kissed my lips, his skin warm in spite of the cool winter wind whipping past us. His whisper would have been lost on me before, but now I heard every word. “What do you want, Raven?”
Source: Wolf Moon
“He kissed my mitten. “Then we’ll get you to New York,” he said. He described Manhattan as an epicenter of creativity, a midnight tar-paved island where the young artists of the world go to pursue themselves. Listening, growing warmer, I peered up through the tent’s mesh roof at faraway stars, faint glitter, giddy.”
Source: Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir
“He kissed my tears away and whispered sweet words into my ears. Words that he was too afraid to say out loud. He told me I was beautiful. That I was perfect in every way. And that, unconditionally, I was his.”
Source: Echo
“He kissed the plump mellow yellow smellow melons of her rump, on each plump melonous hemisphere, in their mellow yellow furrow, with obscure prolonged provocative melonsmellonous osculation.”
Source: Ulysses
“He kissed the wall and bent his knees. For an instant, he grew ashamed and sad. He himself was not touched very often. Andrei sensed how pathetic he must have looked, but he was much too lonely to care. He sped up and could feel the devil cheering, “Lower. Go as low as hell,” and he limboed his way into that hell. And it was freezing and it was hot. One knows they are truly gone when their own tears start to lubricate their self-play. Andrei kept going, stroking wet, painfully, finishing at the same time the man did. And then the door opened.”
Source: A Happy Ghost
“He kissed with a practiced ease that threatened to completely unmake me, one broad palm finding the small of my back as he tugged me closer. I went willingly, unthinkingly, my arms wrapping around his neck when he tilted his head and traced the seam of my lips with the tip of his tongue.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. My body was not supposed to react to his proximity, his touch, his kiss. This wasn't real. But for my body, this kiss was real as it got. My breath quickened as the seconds slipped past, as Reggie briefly dipped his tongue into my mouth before withdrawing again. His taste was peculiar, like metal and salt, like that time I'd accidentally bitten my tongue while eating too fast and blood pooled in my mouth. It did nothing to dispel the moment, or to distract me from the very real sensations coursing through me. I clutched at the ends of his shirt collar, thinking of only bringing him closer, not even realizing I was doing it until he returned the favor by bunching up the fabric at the front of my dress in his fist.
"Amelia," he whispered against my lips.
And then, it was over. Reggie pulled back by degrees, giving me a sheepish grin.
I was warm and flushed all over. I had no doubt that my face was as red as the strawberries I'd eaten for dessert. When I looked into his eyes, the blacks of his pupils had nearly swallowed up the brilliant blue irises, but he seemed otherwise unaffected by what we'd just done.”
Source: My Vampire Plus-One
“He kissed you! He f@*#king kissed you right in front of me," Wharick growled through his clenched teeth. Kathel looked up from the ground where he was now leaning up on his elbows, far too pleased with his performance and having a look of mischief on his face. "Would you prefer that I kiss her when we aren't in front of you?" he asked sarcastically.”
Source: Magnificence
“He kisses her flaws of darkness like they are the softest of flowers on a bright spring day.”
“He kisses her. She kisses him. They kiss.”
Source: Fade
“He kisses--how do I explain it? Like someone in love. Like he has nothing to lose. Like someone who has just learned a foreign language and can use only the present tense and only the second person. Only now, only you.”
Source: Less
“He kisses like a poet. Like he's writing poems on my lips.”
Source: Brooke
“He kisses like he's dying of thirst, and I'm water.”
Source: Opal
“He kisses me again, and it's like falling off a cliff. Like a mountain slide, building momentum with every touch, until there is only crashing destruction ahead.”
Source: The Wicked King
“He kisses me again, folding me in his arms--the place I want to stay for a thousand years. When I first discovered Dream Town, I wasn't sure where I belonged, where my true home was. But now I know. Sometimes home is a town, a house with four walls. Other times, it's two hollow eyes in a skull, a skeleton without a heartbeat. It's here---not in Dream Town or Halloween Town---but in Jack's arms.
Folded against this hollow, skeleton chest is where I belong.
I let the tears stream down my face, I let them bind us together, salt and water and fabric and bone. Woven parts of ourselves that become one.”
Source: Long Live the Pumpkin Queen
“He kisses me again, his occasional gasps for air hot against my skin, and I taste him, his mouth, his neck, the hard line of his jaw and he fights back a groan, pulls away, pain and pleasure twinning together as he moves deeper, harder, his muscles taught, his body rock solid against mine. He has one hand around the back of my neck, the other around the back of my thigh and he wraps us together, impossibly closer, overwhelming me with an extraordinary pleasure that feels like nothing I've ever known. It's nameless. Unknowable, impossible to plan for. It's different every time.”
Source: Restore Me
“He kisses me again, more insistent this time, his hands squeezing my waist. His breaths, his body, my body, we are so close there is no difference.”
Source: Insurgent (Divergent Trilogy, Book 2)
“He kisses me and I can feel him shaking, and I wrap my arms around him like I could stop him from disappearing, like I could make this moment last, but his skin is cold and damp with tears and I know he is leaving.
It is good to be loved, even though it will not last.
It is good to know that once upon a time, there was a Gat and me.
Then he takes off, and I cannot bear to be separate from him, and I think, this cannot end. It can't be true that we won't ever be together again, not when our love is so real. The story is suppose to have a happy ending.
But no.
He is leaving me.
He is dead already, of course.
The story ended a long time ago.”
Source: We Were Liars
“He kisses me back with a kiss like a smile.”
Source: Boy Meets Boy
“He kisses me deeply, breathing me in. I melt against him, memorizing the feel of his hands running over my body. I press a hand to his cheek while one of his finds my hair, threading it between his fingers.”
“He kisses me hard, tells me between frenzied kisses, `You feel so good, beautiful, beautiful, sweet girl. Feel how much I want you.' He circles his hips against mine. `I want you like this all the fucking time.”
Source: I Stand Before You