H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“He loved her in spite of her unlovableness. Armande had many trying, though not necessarily rare, traits, all of which he accepted as absurd clues in a clever puzzle.”
Source: Transparent Things
“He loved her in spite of her unlovableness. Armande had many trying, thought not necessarily rare, traits, all of which he accepted as absurd clues in a clever puzzle.”
“He loved her.
Jay Heaton, her best friend since childhood was in love with her. He didn't say it but she knew that it was true.
And the part that really freaked her out, the part that caught her completely off guard, is that he wasn't alone. Because even though she'd been denying it for a long, long time, it had always been there... waiting beneath the surface of their friendship. And now that it was out there was no going back.
And it was so weird to even be thinking it but...... she was in love with him too.”
Source: The Body Finder
“He loved her like a roaring lion, even when she was most unlovable, and there's a lot to be said for that...that kind of fierce, raging, omnipotent love.”
Source: Moon Gypsy
“He loved her like the first time every time. Like the first time all the time.”
Source: The Cherry House
“He loved her lips. He could imagine them wrapped around his cock even now., leaving a red circle...a brand. A red brand on his cock.”
Source: Dragon Her Back
“He loved her the same way hurt children love: with passion and selfishness.”
Source: Days Come and Go
“He loved her when she was angry. And he was convinced it was because she was her most honest in those moments. ~Ruin”
Source: The Waking
“He loved her, and would love her; and defy her, and this miserable bodily pain.”
Source: The Complete Works of Elizabeth Gaskell (20+ Books)
“He loved her, as you can only love someone who is an echo of yourself at your time of deepest sorrow.”
Source: Speaker for the Dead
“He loved her, both for her fault and her redemption of it, more than he had ever thought that he could love her; for he had believed that in their kiss love had reached its uttermost. But love has no uttermost, as the starshave no number and the sea no rest.”
Source: Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard
“He loved her, free parts and labor. But she broke down and died.”
“He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone.”
Source: Summer Crossing: A Novel
“He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing.”
Source: The Toughest Indian in the World
“He loved her. He wanted her. He needed her. And he needed her now.”
Source: Something to Hide
“He loved his country as no other man has loved her, but no man deserved less at her hands.”
“He loved his country very dearly, sir, but he did not serve it, or you. He served the master I serve.'
'The Ekumen?' said Argaven, startled.
'No. Mankind.'
As I spoke I did not know if what I said was true. True in part; an aspect of the truth. It would be no less true to say that Estraven’s acts had risen out of pure personal loyalty, a sense of responsibility and friendship towards one single human being, myself. Nor would that be the whole truth.”
Source: The Left Hand of Darkness
“He loved his family, his friends, his writing, his painting; he knew their flaws, but they neither surprised nor embittered him.”
Source: The Fellowship: The Literary Lives of the Inklings: J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, Owen Barfield, Charles Williams
“He loved his job. What was advertising, anyway, but a knowledge of people and of which buttons to push to nudge them into opening their wallets?
It was, he often though, an accepted, creative, even expected twist on picking those wallets. For a man who had spent the first half of his life as a thief, it was the perfect career.”
Source: Rising Tides
“He loved his job. What was advertising, anyway, but a knowledge of people and of which buttons to push to nudge them into opening their wallets?
It was, he often thought, an accepted, creative, even expected twist on picking those wallets. For a man who had spent the first half of his life as a thief, it was the perfect career.”
Source: Rising Tides
“He loved knowing she was his woman. Some men needed many to make themselves feel like a man. He had always needed one. The only. Now that he had her, he knew why.”
Source: Lethal Game
“He loved knowing that in those moments, he was making Jude happy, loved knowing that Jude wanted affection and that he was the person who was allowed to provide it.”
Source: A Little Life
“He loved me and didn't want me hurt. What was worse, he didn't even understand that I had the right to be hurt.”
Source: Blue Remembered Hills: A Recollection
“He loved me and I loved him, but the number in my head was telling me that he was going to die today. And the numbers had never been wrong.”
Source: Numbers
“He loved me and I would rather have him become one with me than disappear from my life. Then I'd never have to be away from him ever again. He said I was important to him. So why did he leave me? How could he leave me?”
Source: Snakes And Earrings
“He loved me as I was; He had reached into my darkness and sat with me there. He didn’t blame me for my faults or struggles. He hadn’t grown impatient with my endless cycles of failure, and He wasn’t going to. He didn’t show me this kindness because of my good qualities or characteristics, or because I had potential. He didn’t save me because of my track record, but in spite of it.”
Source: Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose
“He loved me. He loved me not. Perhaps we'll never know; life is like that. All I know is that once upon a time I saw a powerful glimpse of truth that set me on a new path.”
Source: Please Love Me
“He loved me.
Noah Hutchins had told me he loved me, and that had made the past week at school absolute hell.”
Source: Pushing the Limits
“He loved me
to feel better about himself
Rightfully, I mean,
have you met me?
He dumped me
to feel better about himself
Rightfully, I mean,
have you met me?
But I walk the beam
all the way across-
away from the team
'cause I'm The Boss
Poetry in motion, I swear...
There's no 'I' in team
I got off the cross
Fuck that whole damn team
Mind-fuckery-bone toss
All that commotion, I Dare You...
I'm a mean machine
Let me balance it out
Gymnast won his dreams
His nightmare found out
Dreams run out of steam
for the wicked, no doubt
Dreams freak on the beam
Dreams just die right out
for the wicked”
Source: Confessions of a D3AD Petal
“He loved me. He loved me, but he doesn't love me anymore, and it's not the end of the world.”
Source: Good in Bed
“He loved me. He loves me not.”
“He loved me. He'd loved me as long as he he'd known me! I hadn't loved him as long perhaps, but now I loved him equally well, or better. I loved his laugh, his handwriting, his steady gaze, his honorableness, his freckles, his appreciation of my jokes, his hands, his determination that I should know the worst of him. And, most of all, shameful though it might be, I loved his love for me.”
“He loved mountains, or he had loved the thought of them marching on the edges of stories brought from far away; but now he was borne down by the insupportable weight of Middle-earth. He longed to shut out the immensity in a quiet room by a fire.”
Source: The Return of the King
“He loved mountains, or he had loved the thought of them marching on the edge of stories brought from far away; but now he was borne down by the insupportable weight of Middle-earth. He longed to shut out the immensity in a quiet room by a fire.”
Source: The Lord of the Rings: One Volume
“he loved my fire…
as long as i was held tight within his grasp.
but when i was out of his line of sight,
i'd better be somewhere
soft-voiced and southern-charmed,
sitting still and not looking too pretty.
and so i made myself sweeter and smaller
and less and less and less, for his fears…
and in the end, he still couldn't love me.
and i didn't love me either.
but i'm slowly starting to…
and i want to love all of me.
so the next time a boy wants to bring me flowers,
he has to want to love my fire too.”
“He loved Nirvana, but at his age they were kind of a guilty pleasure. All that rage and pain and self-hatred! Will got a bit...fed up sometimes, but he couldn't pretend it was anything stronger than that. So now he used loud angry rock music as a replacement for real feelings, rather than as an expression of them, and he didn't even mind very much. What good were real feelings anyway?”
Source: About a Boy
“He loved people being messy as fuck—he said it was one of the best things about being human, how we could make such disasters and recover from them enough to make them into stories later.”
Source: You Made a Fool of Death with Your Beauty
“He loved possessions, not masses of them, but a select few that he did not part with.They gave a man self-respect. Not ostentation but quality, and the love that cherished the quality. Possessions reminded him that he existed, and made him enjoy his existence. It was as simple as that. And wasn' t that worth something? He existed.”
“He loved Shevek, but he could not show him what freedom is, that recognition of each person's solitude which alone transcends it.”
Source: The Dispossessed: An Ambiguous Utopia
“He loved solitude, for fear that others might find out his sexual abnormality.”
Source: Psychopathia Sexualis: A Medico-Legal Study
“He loved spending time with us and told us often that we were his number one hobby.”
Source: Counting the Cost
“He loved telling stories. He had been everywhere in the world. The northwest frontier, the landscape of the Hindu Kush, was one of the great landscapes of my childhood because he used to evoke it with his stories. He taught me the sequence of ranks in the British army when I was about eight. I was in the bed with him while he told me everything about his life - except, probably, the real things, because of course you couldn't go there.”
“He loved that April held the keys and that she clearly had no problem controlling not only his orgasms but his erections and his ability to feel any sort of sexual stimulation.”
Source: Serving the Cuckoldress Next Door
“He loved the city most at night. The night hid many of the sorrows. It silenced the city yet brought deep undercurrents to the surface. It was in this dark slip-stream that he believed he moved most freely. Behind the cover of shadows. Like a rider in a limousine, he looked out but no one looked in.
There was a random feel to the dark, the quirkiness of chance played out in the blue neon night. So many ways to live. And to die. You could be riding in the back of a studio's black limo, or just as easily the back of the coroner's blue van. The sound of applause was the same as the buzz of a bullet spinning past your ear in the dark. That randomness. That was L.A.
There was flash fire and flash flood, earthquake, mudslide. There was the drive-by shooter and the crack-stoked burglar. The drunk driver and the always curving road ahead. There were killer cops and cop killers. There was the husband of the woman you were sleeping with. And there was the woman. At any moment on any night there were people being raped, violated, maimed. Murdered and loved. There was always a baby at his mother's breast. And, sometimes, a baby alone in a Dumpster.
Somewhere.”
Source: The Black Ice
“He loved the colors of her, pink and mauve and ivory, all washed in light. The glistening tumble of her hair held the colors of autumn: chestnut, maple, russet, umber.”
Source: Hello Stranger
“He loved the crown before he loved me, whether he knows it or not”
Source: War Storm
“He loved the curves on her body, her soft skin and pouty lower lip, her deep soulful eyes. He adored her voice; sometimes sultry, sometimes fiery. Her laugh, her playfulness... he adored it all. But what really turned him on were the curves in her mind, the twists and turns, the fire, the brilliance - and her compassionate heart; the beat of it harmonizing so sweetly and perfectly with the beat of his. The whole package was beyond thrilling... yet her mind, her heart, those were the immortal aphrodisiacs.”
Source: Moon Gypsy
“He loved the darkness and the mystery of the Catholic service--the tall priest strutting like a carrion crow and pronouncing magic in a dead language, the immediate magic of the Eucharist bringing the dead back to life so that the faithful could devour Him and become of Him, the smell of incense and the mystical chanting.”
Source: The Terror
“He loved the extensive vaults where you could hear the night birds and the sea breeze; he loved the craggy ruins bound together by ivy, those dark halls, and any appearance of death and destruction. Having fallen so far from so high a position, he loved anything that had also fallen from a great height”
Source: Early Writings
“He loved the fact that if you got your customer laughing then you had their money in your pocket”
Source: Raising Steam