H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“He rows her out into this goose-infested swamp (the part this movie leaves out is that geese are rank, shit-covered, hissing demons, but I guess it’s okay because they are his kin), even though he knows it’s about to start pouring down rain and says so before they get in the boat.”
Source: Shit, Actually: The Definitive, 100% Objective Guide to Modern Cinema
“He rubbed harder, and a bit of the purple came through. Finally. “Does it hurt?”
She sighed again. “Not physically, Cowboy.”
“
That’s all I needed to know.”
But his voice was gentle.
He continued, working the spot, then as the red showed through and he knew he was down to her skin, he leaned in for a warm kiss on that spot, and thought he was just about going to lose it.
Tabby. Dear Lord, Tabby Logan. He was kissing her.”
Source: A Real Man: The First Miracle
“He rubbed his hands up and down, warming her. “Then that’s all you need to know. I have you. If there are beasties in the dark, they have to get through me.”
Source: Romancing the Duke
“He rubbed my arm, whispering words that sounded like moth bodies flying into glass windows.”
Source: Sever
“He rubs his hand through his thick, dark hair and I am riveted by the cords of rippling muscles that intertwine and gallop down his arms.”
Source: Planet Urth: The Savage Lands
“He rules all things, not as the world soul but as the lord of all. And because of his dominion he is called Lord God Pantokrator". For “god" is a relative word and has reference to servants, and godhood is the lordship of God, not over his own body "as is supposed by those for whom God is the world soul', but over servants.”
“He rules the world with truth and grace, and makes the nations prove, the glories of His righteousness and wonders of His love.”
“He runs a very tightly knit ship”
“He runs his hands along her scabby back, and she does the same along his, and as they work together, clutching each other, some scars reopen. They are both bleeding now, both bride and bridegroom, in this unholy holy union.”
Source: Homegoing
“He runs his hands through his hair and lets out a breath. “You don’t have to shrink yourself to fit into someone else’s story, Olena. You don’t have to keep apologizing for existing.”
Source: Hey Jude
“He runs like a camel. A really pissed off camel.”
“He runs to the sink to spit it out. I grin. There’s nothing quite as funny as someone else’s misery.”
Source: Black Heart
“He’s a bad man, Mama, came the thought, somehow manifesting itself into the voice of my little Maddie.”
Source: Child of Another Kind
“He's a bastard.'
My shoulders shook with laughter. 'I'm pretty sure all of those who are in power are bastards.”
Source: Fall of Ruin and Wrath
“He's a beautiful man, but I'm sorry he doesn't agree with my political philosophy
Tip O'Neill on Ronald Reagan”
Source: Tip and the Gipper: When Politics Worked
“He’s a bit like those creepy little killer dolls from horror movies the way he stalks me and grins his little maniac Remo grin.
~Savio”
Source: Twisted Bonds
“He’s a businessman and sees this as the prefect chance to make a few bucks.”
Source: Storytime
“He's a cocky SOB. He knew the Nick Adams Stories. Probably a frustrated English major who graduated from college qualified to drive a cab.”
Source: Celine
“He's a conundrum- and there's still a piece missing from the puzzle." Whatever that piece was, there was a part of me telling me not to get involved- that it was too much to handle. That you shouldn't go out on a limb unless you're absolutely sure the limb can support your weight.”
Source: Bruiser
“He’s a filthy pervert. Jace should stand for Consul instead.” “I am also a filthy pervert,” said Jace, “or at least I aspire to be. You have no idea what I get up to in my spare time. Just last week I asked Clary to buy me a—”
Source: Queen of Air and Darkness
“He's a funny one," said Ida. "Here's how he sound." She pursed her lips and, expertly, imitated the red-winged blackbird's call: not the liquid piping of the wood thrush, which dipped down into the dry tchh tchh tchh of the cricket's birr and up again in delerious, sobbing trills; not the clear, three-note whistle of the chickadee or even the blue jay's rough cry, which was like a rusty gate creaking. This was an abrupt, whirring, unfamiliar cry, a scream of warning -congeree!- which choked itself off on a subdued, fluting note.”
“He's a good guy," said Abraham.
I lit a cigarette and blew smoke in his face.
"If I have to talk to one more person today because of you, I'm going to burn you with this cigarette.”
Source: The Wolfman
“He's a good old sort. If only he weren't plumb crazy!”
Source: The Neverending Story
“He’s a he. I mean he’s a guy. He’s your mate. Oh my God you’re gay!” Aleks exclaimed. Liam slapped himself on the forehead.”
Source: Fated for Forever
“He’s a history
whittled down to this
single story.”
Source: Un-American
“He’s a hollow man, he believes in nothing. Hollow men are vulnerable to anyone who offers them something that might fill the void and make them feel less empty.”
Source: From the Corner of His Eye
“He's a lawyer, he's a priest. This does not compute. - Harry Dresden”
Source: Proven Guilty
“He's a little more...psychotic than usual," Tom said quietly.
"How so?"
"He took C-4 to bed with him."
Prophet shrugged. "He's always done that.”
Source: Daylight Again
“He’s a love-’em-and-leave-’em kind of guy. And though he’s not a Lord, he does have a curse hanging over his head. I have the book to prove it.”
William growled low in his throat. “Anya! Must you share my secrets with everyone?” He flattened his palms on the arms of his chair. “Fine. If you can spill, I can, too. Anya’s the reason the Titanic sank. She was playing chicken with the icebergs.”
Scowling, Anya anchored her hands on her hips. “William had a bronze made of his penis and placed it on his mantel.”
Source: The Darkest Whisper
“He’s a lovely guy, but there’s no spark between us whatsoever. It just goes to show, that even with all their fancy assessment tools, the government can’t legislate for chemistry.”
Source: True Calling
“He's a madman."
"So am I."
"He's a killer."
"I can claim that, too.”
Source: Love on a Midsummer Night
“He’s a man of mysteries and secrets and strange intensity,” Tristan said. “He will do exactly as he pleases.”
Source: Beauty's Punishment
“He's a man," Themla said.
"I guess that explains it."
"Hairy, Neanderthalic," Thelma said, "perpetually half-crazed from excessive levels of testosterone, plagued by racial memories of the lost glory of mammoth-hunting expeditions - they're all alike.”
“He's a man who didn't hear the twig snap.”
Source: Butcher's Moon
“He's a mass of contradictions. Unfortunately, that only seems to enhance his appeal. I’m one sick bitch, that’s for sure.”
Source: Finding Kyler
“He’s a monster,” I said. “Maybe I’m a monster to pity him. But I can’t leave him.”
Source: Cruel Beauty
“He's a moron being an asshole. You don't shoot people for being assholes, or the human race would be extinct.”
Source: The Drowning Game
“He’s a murdering chud,” Zil was yelling.
“What do you want to do? Lynch him?” Astrid demanded.
That stopped the flow for a second as kids tried to figure out what “lynch” meant. But Zil quickly recovered.
“I saw him do it. He used his powers to kill Harry.”
“I was trying to stop you from smashing my head in!” Hunter shouted.
“You’re a lying mutant freak!”
“They think they can do anything they want,” another voice shouted.
Astrid said, as calmly as she could while still pitching her voice to be heard, “We are not going down that path, people, dividing up between freaks and normals.”
“They already did it!” Zil cried. “It’s the freaks acting all special and like their farts don’t stink.”
That earned a laugh.
“And now they’re starting to kill us,” Zil cried.
Angry cheers.
Edilio squared his shoulders and stepped into the crowd. He went first to Hank, the kid with the shotgun. He tapped him on the shoulder and said, “Give me that thing.”
“No way,” Hank said. But he didn’t seem too certain.
“You want to have that thing fire by accident and blow someone’s face off?” Edilio held his hand out. “Give it to me, man.”
Zil rounded on Edilio. “You going to make Hunter give up his weapon? Huh? He’s got powers, man, and that’s okay, but the normals can’t have any weapon? How are we supposed to defend ourselves from the freaks?”
“Man, give it a rest, huh?” Edilio said. He was doing his best to sound more weary than angry or scared. Things were already bad enough. “Zil, you want to be responsible if that gauge goes off and kills Astrid? You want to maybe give that some thought?”
Zil blinked. But he said, “Dude, I’m not scared of Sam.”
“Sam won’t be your problem, I will be,” Edilio snapped, losing patience. “Anything happens to her, I’ll take you down before Sam ever gets the chance.”
Zil snorted derisively. “Ah, good little boy, Edilio, kissing up to the chuds. I got news for you, dilly dilly, you’re a lowly normal, just like me and the rest of us."
“I’m going to let that go,” Edilio said evenly, striving to regain his cool, trying to sound calm and in control, even though he could hardly take his eyes off the twin barrels of the shotgun. “But now I’m taking that shotgun.”
“No way!” Hank cried, and the next thing was an explosion so loud, Edilio thought a bomb had gone off. The muzzle flash blinded him, like camera flash going off in his face.
Someone yelled in pain.
Edilio staggered back, squeezed his eyes shut, trying to adjust. When he opened them again the shotgun was on the ground and the boy who’d accidentally fired it was holding his bruised hand, obviously shocked.
Zil bent to grab the gun. Edilio took two steps forward and kicked Zil in the face. As Zil fell back Edilio made a grab for the shotgun. He never saw the blow that turned his knees to water and filled his head with stars.
He fell like a sack of bricks, but even as he fell he lurched forward to cover the shotgun.
Astrid screamed and launched herself down the stairs to protect Edilio.
Antoine, the one who had hit Edilio, was raising his bat to hit Edilio again, but on the back swing he caught Astrid in the face.
Antoine cursed, suddenly fearful. Zil yelled, “No, no, no!”
There was a sudden rush of running feet. Down the walkway, into the street, echoing down the block.”
Source: Hunger
“He's a narcissist. Wake up and run.”
“He's a nightmare," she said.
"I can be, too." Rook answered, his red eyes glowing. "Just try me.”
Source: Scrape
“He’s a paradox but so am I, and two paradoxes trying to solve the other is the Devil’s favourite game to play.”
Source: The Zenas Cure
“He's a pathetic fool, indeed. He was just some contracted worker for a no-name game developer, and his hobby was reading novels.
His specialty is to run his cocky mouth off, and he has this habit of throwing his life away so that we can overcome any and all impossible situations hindering us.
Someone like that managed to lead his companions this far.
Regardless of what the incoming conclusion is, this world wouldn't have come this far without him around.”
“He's a person like any other, driven by greed and blood and pain. You should understand that better than anyone.”
Source: Six of Crows
“He’s a pig,” whispers May, her frail body wavering in the firelight. “An ugly pink pig. And I think the pig needs to be butchered.”
Source: Behind the Black Door
“He’s a remarkable dog,” said Lucky. “And he proved something to me. There are different forms of strength. You don’t need to be just like everyone else to succeed in this world.”
Source: The Endless Lake
“He’s a scientist. He’s never cried. He flips through Googled image searches of burn victims while he touches himself.”
“He’s a sly one, just like the stories we used to hear.”
Source: Breeding Discontent
“He's a sweet boy, and actually very trainable, even if he is something of a natural disaster for the moment. He's the star of his puppy kindergarten class, and can sit, lie down, roll over, and high-five. But stay and heel are hard for him because he has so much playful puppy energy. He's also gaining about ten pounds a day, and I think maybe I should have named him Clifford, because I fear he's going to be bigger than my house by the end of the month."
"Well, at least Volnay likes him."
"Whatever else is wrong with him, Wayne was right about one thing. Volnay seems to be happier and perkier. She's helping train him, which I think is the only reason he hasn't eaten the entire neighborhood by now, and she has absolutely adopted him. Which is hilarious, because she is so alpha, and he is already bigger than she is. When he's full size, it is going to be pretty funny!”
Source: Out to Lunch
“He’s a sweet guy,” Charlie says quietly. “Anyway, he let the car stuff go and started picking up paperbacks for me every time he stopped by a garage sale, or a new donation box came into Mom’s shop. He has no idea how much erotica he’s given me.”
“And you actually read it.”
Charlie turns his wineglass one hundred and eighty degrees, eyes boring into me. “I wanted to understand how things worked, remember?”
I arch a brow. “How’d that turn out for you?”
He sits forward. “I was slightly disappointed when my first serious girlfriend didn’t have three consecutive orgasms, but otherwise okay.”
A torrent of laughter rips through me.
“So I’ve found the key to Nora Stephens’s joy,” he says. “My sexual humiliation.”
“It’s not the humiliation so much as the sheer optimism.”
Source: Book Lovers
“He’s a vampire.” I laughed again, feeling there was no end to the outrageous, ridiculous excuses we were coming up with. “Seriously, it makes sense. He’s always tired and pale, and keeps himself away from people so he won’t bite them....Maybe that’s what he’s doing when he disappears. Getting his fix of blood.”
Source: Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning