H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“He looks like the sort of man who can't afford to leave, and doesn't want to stay, and so he is doing both at once.”
Source: Zoli: A Novel
“He looks like the Terminator in Tom Ford. I can assure you that he didn't dress so well before I met him. He didn't even use chopsticks.”
Source: Then Came You
“He looks me right in the eye, and all of a sudden I want to kiss him. [...] I almost take a step forward, there’s that kind of draw. It’s almost spiritual. Does he feel it too? He looks at me like he does.”
Source: Waiting
“He looks me to pieces … I realize now that I have been glimpsed and corner-of-the-eyed before, by the Chief and my sister and the yawning tourists. But I have never actually been looked at. Not like this.”
Source: St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
“He looks much more like a lobster than most lobsters do.”
“He looks old, but sharp and tan. His bushy eyebrows but moisturized skin make him seem both ancient and modern, like an accountant for a Miami nightclub.”
Source: DELETE2
“He looks out into the empty street, allowing me to sit in his car and just miss her. To miss her each time I pull in a breath of air. To miss her with a heart that feels so cold by itself, but warm when thoughts of her flow through me.”
Source: Thirteen Reasons Why
“He looks out the window at the falling snow, then turns and takes his wife in his arms, feeling grateful to be here even as he wonders what he is going to do with his life in strictly practical terms. For years he had trained himself to do one thing, and he did it well, but he doesn't know whether he wants to keep doing it for the rest of his life, for that matter, whether anyone will let him. He is still worrying when they go to bed.
Feeling his wife's head nesting in the pillow below his shoulder, he is almost certain that they will find ways to manage. They've been learning to get by with less, and they'll keep learning. It seems to him as if they're taking a course in loss lately. And as he feels himself falling asleep he has an insight he believes is important, which he hopes he will remember in the morning, although it is one of those thoughts that seldom survive translation to the language of daylight hours: knowing that whatever plenty befalls them together or separately in the future, they will become more and more intimate with loss as the years accumulate, friends dying or slipping away undramatically into the crowded past, memory itself finally flickering and growing treacherous toward the end; knowing that even the children who may be in their future will eventually school them in the pain of growth and separation, as their own parents and mentors die off and leave them alone in the world, shivering at the dark threshold.”
Source: Brightness Falls
“He looks sad. Or maybe that's just how he looks when he isn't doing something else with his face.”
Source: Her Fearful Symmetry: A Novel
“He looks shocked, and worse. He looks like he’s on the brink of breaking down completely.", Loving Summer by Kailin Gow”
Source: Loving Summer
“He looks so sexy, perfectly managed goatee, and his hair is growing out a little. I can see his gorgeous, soft brushed-back curls. I wonder if he is gonna cut it again. His teeth are so white. I love his smile and those dimples. Why is he looking at me like that? She wonders.”
Source: Crashing In
“he looks the way
silence looks before it’s broken”
Source: Every Salt Advance
“He looks tired, like someone walked on his skin and left footprints.”
Source: A Visit From the Goon Squad
“He looks to me like he's turning into a... into a..."
"Into a what?"
"Into a giant bat!”
Source: Night of the Vampire
“He looks trapped, helpless and furious, and that’s a feeling I know too well. Know how much it hurts. Know how it holds you down, how every day there are a thousand little ways to see there is nothing you can do to change who or what you are.”
Source: Between Here and Forever
“He looks uncomfortable, and in this respect the garb is apt. Kevin is uncomfortable; the tiny clothing replicates the same constriction that he feels in his own skin.”
Source: We Need To Talk About Kevin
“He looks up and notices the Plexiglas box on the rickety shelf above the toilet and his eyes grow two sizes bigger. He looks at me and back at the trophy. "Is that a fucking Stanley Cup ring?"
"Yeah. Jude's first," I explain. "He gave it to my dad. Dad used to keep it here. It was a prized possession in his favorite place."
"In the shitter?" Holden is both stunned and horrified as he rises to his feet and leans forward to admire it.
"He kept it on his dresser, where he could see it first thing in the morning and last thing at night." I say and I almost smile as I explain the rest. "But Sadie, Dixie and I always move it to the bathroom. At first, Jude actually thought Dad kept it there, but then he realized it was our way of keeping him humble. Reminding him rings and trophies mean shit to us. He still has to be a good person."
Holden chuckles and I'm surprised by how good it feels to make him laugh. "You girls sure know how to keep a guy in place ... and dishonor a symbol of the hardest trophy to win in sports.”
Source: Now or Never
“He looks up and the loss in his Noise is so great it feels like i'm standing on the edge of an Abyss, that I'm about to fall down into him, into blackness so empty and lonely there'd never be a way out.”
Source: The Ask and the Answer
“He looks up and the loss in his Noise is so great it feels like I'm standing on the edge of an abyss, that I'm about to fall down into him, into blackness so empty and lonely there'd never be a way out.
"Todd," I say again, a catch in my voice. "On the ledge, under the waterfall, do you remember what you said to me? Do you remember what you said to save me?"
He's shaking his head slowly. "I've done terrible things, Viola. Terrible things-"
"We all fall, you said." I'm gripping his hand now. "We all fall but that's not what matters. What matters is picking yourself up again.”
Source: The Ask and the Answer
“He looks up and up and up to get to her face. His mama's a tall lady, and he's only seven. He's overwhelmed by red. Red heels, red nails, red lips, red hair, red eyes. So help him, the boy has always thought his mama's copper-colored eyes damn near shined red. He looks into those eyes and knows she's come home funny.”
Source: Ruthless
“He looks up at me with his night - colored eyes, beautiful and terrible all at once.
"For a moment," he says, "I wondered if it wasn’t you shooting bolts at me."
I make a face at him.
"And what made you decide it wasn’t?"
He grins up at me.
"They missed.”
Source: The Cruel Prince / The Wicked King / The Queen of Nothing
“He looks up in pride at finally penetrating me. It’s my first stabbing, and he’s taking my virginity, and he’s so proud.”
Source: Fluids
“He looks," Simon had once said to Isabelle, "like he's thinking about something deep and meaningful, but if you ask him what it is, he'll punch you in the face.”
Source: Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instruments Series (5 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass; City of Fallen Angels, City of Lost Souls
“He lost a few teeth and wet himself in to the next century. I looked up at his mates and none of them would look me in the face.”
Source: Born to Fight: The True Story of Richy Crazy Horse Horsley
“He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.”
Source: Lord of the Flies
“He lost himself in the words and images conjured in his mind and for a while forgot ... He found himself flying among stars and planets.”
“He lost his appetite for reading. He was afraid of being overwhelmed again. In mystery novels people died like dolls being discarded; in science fiction enormities of space and time conspired to crush the humans ; and even in P.G. Wodehouse he felt a hollowness, a turning away from reality that was implicitly bitter, and became explicit in the comic figures of futile parsons.”
Source: Pigeon Feathers and Other Stories
“He lost his Self a thousand times and for days on end he dwelt in non-being. But although the paths took him away from Self, in the end they always led back to it. Although Siddhartha fled from the Self a thousand times, dwelt in nothing, dwelt in animal and stone, the return was inevitable; the hour was inevitable when he would again find himself in sunshine or in moonlight, in shadow or in rain, and was again Self and Siddhartha, again felt the torment of the onerous life cycle.”
“He lost the great big outward thing, the good- looking package, and the real parts endured. They shine through like crazy, the brillian mind and humor, the depth of generosity, the intense blue yes, those beautiful hands.”
Source: Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith
“He loved a book because it was a book; he loved its odor, its form, its title. What he loved in a manuscript was its old illegible date, the bizarre and strange Gothic characters, the heavy gilding which loaded its drawings. It was its pages covered with dust — dust of which he breathed the sweet and tender perfume with delight.”
“He loved a lifeless thing and he was utterly and hopelessly wretched.”
“He loved Big Brother.”
“He loved books, those undemanding but faithful friends.”
Source: Les Misérables
“He loved books; books are cold but safe friends.”
Source: The Works of Victor Hugo
“He loved children and used to dandle me on his knee. This was how the title came about for this book, Uncle Hitler, although in the old German tradition, I called him Uncle Adolf, even though I was not related to him. This was a sign of respect to an older person, which is why I called Frau Eva ‘Aunty Eva’.
However, little did I know at that time what revulsion the name Adolf Hitler would eventually invoke in the decent conscience of the world.”
Source: Uncle Hitler: A Child's Traumatic Journey Through Nazi Hell to the Safety of Britain
“He loved chivalrye Trouthe and honour, freedom and curteisye.”
Source: Poetry: An Anthology for the Modern Reader
“He loved constantly, instantly, spontaneously, without thought or words. That's what he taught me. Love is not something you think about, it is a state in which you dwell. That was his gift.”
“He loved her all he could; but he couldn't love her very much.”
“He loved her, and no empire, no king, and no earthly fear would keep him from her.”
“He loved her. And she loved him. And in such bliss does devastation grow.”
Source: The Star-Touched Queen
“He loved her because it was his nature to do so, but there were times when he could not endure her love for him. There were times when it became nothing but pure idiot mystery.”
Source: The Complete Stories
“He loved her because of her heart—that wide, soft, terrifying heart.
The one she carried so openly, so foolishly brave, like it wasn’t breakable at all.
She knew it would get hurt.
But carried it anyway.
But a heart like that never comes cheap.
And the currency was grief.”
Source: Ink On My Skin!
“He loved her beyond all reason and didn't expect her to love him back. He was just waiting for her to wise up.”
Source: Hunting Ground
“He loved her enough to know she was better off without him”
Source: Clockwork Angel
“He loved her for almost everything she was & she decided that was enough to let him stay for a very long time.”
“He loved her for being so beautiful, and he hated her for it. He loved how she put shiny stuff on her lips for him, and he also reviled her for it. He wanted her to walk home alone, and he wanted to run after her and grab her up before she could take another step.”
“He loved her for her, not for what she was to him.”
Source: Bear Up
“He loved her, he knew that now. 'That' was what that longing, this never-ending want was.
How she believed in him- despite all that had happened, despite all that he was- he did not know, but he was grateful.
He angled his head, taking her sweet lips with his, drinking her succor, her faith in him. She was his light, his hope, guiding the way out of the depths of his Stygian despair.
"Iris," he murmured against her wet lips, "my radiant wife, my love, my life. I promise I will try to live up to your belief in me. I do not think I can do otherwise, for I would repine and die were I to leave you. I would be blind and alone, howling in the darkness. I would go mad without you."
He captured her mouth again, forcing her lips open, sliding his tongue into her, claiming her as his own.
Dark to light.”
Source: Duke of Desire
“He loved her, he loved her, but he was never entirely sure he knew what that meant. What was love, anyway?
For him, love was a collection of moments... strung together like luminous pearls on a string.”
Source: The Unseen
“He loved her in every way he could think of, but none of those were the ways she expected the love to be.”
Source: The Musings of Light and Darkness: Collection of words for the wandering souls