H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“He said, “When I was a kid, I used to shut my eyes in the car when we were ten minutes from home. And then I tried to feel it, feel that last corner that was the driveway. I tried not to count the turns, just sense when we were home. And I usually could.”
Source: The Great Believers
“He said when the Lord made people He made them all the same for starters. But life marks people. If you know the way, you can read them like maps.”
Source: Blue Belle
“He said, where there is love, there is my grace.”
Source: Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice
“He said wouldn't it be brilliant to have a food emporium on the ground floor of Fenton's, like Harrods, but have everything organic and locally grown." Diana paused to let the idea sink in.
"I said not the ground floor of course, Fenton's isn't a supermarket, but the basement has been a dead zone for years. A whole floor dedicated to stationery when no one writes letters anymore."
"A food emporium," Cassie repeated.
"Fresh fish caught in the bay, oysters, crab when it's in season. Counters of vegetables you only find in the farmers market, those cheeses they make in Sonoma that smell so bad they taste good. Wines from Napa Valley, Ghirardelli chocolates, sourdough bread, sauces made by Michael Mina and Thomas Keller. Everything locally produced. And maybe a long counter with stools so you could sample bread and cheese, cut fruit, sliced vegetables. Not a true cafe because we'd keep the one on the fourth floor. It would have more the feel of a food bazaar, with the salespeople wearing aprons and white caps."
Cassie closed her eyes and saw large baskets of vegetables, glass cases filled with goat cheese and baguettes, stands brimming with chocolate-covered strawberries.”
Source: Market Street
“He said, "You are the russian roulette of my casino."
..and I shot him dead, then and there with my russian roulette.. I am the Goddess of Russian Mafia..”
“He said you couldn't pretend the terrible things in life didn't happen. You can't clean it up. You keep all the refuse and the scars. It's how you learn. And try to make improvements.”
Source: Special Topics in Calamity Physics
“He said, 'You don't have to make conversation with me.'
'My husband says that I am too silent.'
'Silence is not a bad thing.'
'It is when you are unhappy.”
Source: A Burnt-Out Case
“He said, You'll write it not because there's no possibility it'll be found but because it costs too much to not write it.”
Source: This Census-Taker
“He said you sparkle like a newborn galaxy and have more attitude than a rich kid with his daddy's Porsche.”
Source: First Grave on the Right
“He said you were on the scene when that Laurel Canyon homicide went down.” “I’m lucky that way,” I said. “So are you two square again?” I halted, mid-ripping open the cookies, and stared at him. “Well, he’s pretty square,” I said. “I’m just a rectangular guy.” With latent triangular tendencies.”
“He said you were the only one who was bitter about S.'s suicide and the only one who really forgave him for it. The rest of us, he said, were outwardly unbitter and inwardly unforgiving.”
Source: franny and zooey
“He said your throne was built in his heart
that you were his queen
yet never wore you a crown
neither did he give you a staff of authority.”
Source: Love Opens Your Eyes
“He said “woman” in the same way I’d say “Mmmmm, yummy chocolate” after waking up from hunger pains and finding a Hershey bar in an empty refrigerator.”
Source: Magic Burns
“He said, "Hi, gorgeous," which I think is nice. I admire honesty.”
“He said, "I am a man," and that meant certain things to Juana. It meant that he was half insane and half god.”
Source: The Pearl
“He said, "People wait their whole lives for the kind of happiness we have.”
Source: The Girls' Guide to Hunting and Fishing
“He said, "The word for moonlight is moonlight.”
Source: The Body Artist
“He said, "You have pigs in this poem; pigs are not poetic." I got up and walked out of that class and never went back.”
“He said, 'Always. Always.”
Source: Sula
“He said, 'Gosh, Dad, that mean's we're not going to any more bowl games.'”
“He said, 'They're only whores,' as though their very availability rendered them worthless.”
Source: The Privilege of the Sword
“He said, 'Yeah, but will I get chicks? In truckloads?”
Source: Magic Bites: A Special Edition of the First Kate Daniels Novel
“He said, Contented? I am the MOST discontented man in the world! Don't you know I am the wealthiest man in the world? That is my discontent. Now I know there is no more to wealth: all that is possible I have attained, and yet I am dying empty. My life has been just a wastage. Next time, if God gives me another opportunity, I am not going to try money any more - it has failed.”
“He said, first let's just unzip your religion down.”
“He said, I'm better off without her, until I showed him my tattoo.”
“He said, if you allow yourself to be enchanted by the beauty to be seen in even ordinary things, then all things proved to be extraordinary.”
“He said, Son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces, and knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.”
“He said, You're so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break. I wanted him to break me. Part of me did.”
“He said, ‘The moment I began to love you was the moment when you saw your fiddle smashed on the ground, and you turned away from me and cried against your horse. Your sadness is one of the things that makes you beautiful to me. Don’t you see that? I understand it. It makes my own sadness less frightening.”
Source: Fire
“He said,'Trust yourself, mon ami. You are not your friend with his so-sad tale. And Anita is not human. Through us she is more than that. Both of us huddle around her humanity like it is the last candle flame in a world of darkness. But by our very love, we make her less human, and more.”
“He sailed through American history like a steel ship loaded with monoliths of granite.”
Source: Mencken Chrestomathy
“He(Samuel, known as 'the Pea') was as apprehensive, weak and nervous about things as Swaminathan was. The bond between them was laughter. They were able to see together the same absurdities and incongruities in things. The most trivial and unnoticeable thing to others would tickle them to death.”
Source: Swami and Friends, The Bachelor of Arts, The Dark Room, The English Teacher: Introduction by Alexander McCall Smith
“He sang a carol about love, about many loves, about four loves. He sang about a foolish story, a dangerous story, a dishonest story, and a wishful story. He sang about a trick, and a dare, and a lie, and a dream.”
Source: Dream
“He sang his last song. And the words of that have never been written down. But it was sweet and of great beauty, and those that heard it were changed utterly. Some say it was the song that moves the stars.”
“He sang 'Stairway to Heaven' in four different languages but never knew where that staircase stood.”
Source: Reservation Blues
“He sank back into his black-and-white world, his immobile world of inanimate drawings that had been granted the secret of motion, his death-world with its hidden gift of life. But that life was a deeply ambiguous life, a conjurer's trick, a crafty illusion based on an accidental property of the retina, which retained an image for a fraction of a second after the image was no longer present. On this frail fact was erected the entire structure of the cinema, that colossal confidence game. The animated cartoon was a far more honest expression of the cinematic illusion than the so-called realistic film, because the cartoon reveled in its own illusory nature, exulted in the impossible--indeed it claimed the impossible as its own, exalted it as its own highest end, found in impossibility, in the negation of the actual, its profoundest reason for being. The animated cartoon was nothing but the poetry of the impossible--therein lay its exhilaration and its secret melancholy. For this willful violation of the actual, while it was an intoxicating release from the constriction of things, was at the same time nothing but a delusion, an attempt to outwit mortality. As such it was doomed to failure. And yet it was desperately important to smash through the constriction of the actual, to unhinge the universe and let the impossible stream in, because otherwise--well, otherwise the world was nothing but an editorial cartoon.”
Source: Little Kingdoms
“He sank into that kiss, and fed from me like a starving man holding off famine. I drank from his soul in preparation for the drought to come. And when he finally pulled away, my throat was thick with unspoken words, my heart heavy with every apology I'd ever denied him. But it was too late for promises. The time had come for goodbye.”
Source: Pride
“He sank into the rocking chair, the same one in which Rebecca had sat during the early days of the house to give embroidery lessons, and in which Amaranta had played Chinese checkers with Colonel Gerineldo Marquez, and in which Amarana Ursula had sewn the tiny clothing for the child, and in that flash of lucidity he became aware that he was unable to bear in his soul the crushing weight of so much past.”
“He sank to his knees, absolutely full of despair and sadness. For a long time, droplets of blood continued to fall into his lap.”
Source: Rapture
“He sat a long time and he thought about his life and how little of it he could ever have foreseen and he wondered for all his will and all his intent how much of it was his doing.”
Source: The Border Trilogy
“He sat across from me, his face as happy as a child awaiting a treat. “I cannot wait. It’s been here for weeks and I’ve stared at it as one would a sweetheart.”
I laughed again. “Books might be better than a sweetheart. They never let us down, do they?”
Source: A Match for a Bookish Bride
“He sat and looked at her. “How is Mary Darling?”
“Fast asleep after playing and having a bath,” she said. “The nursery is lovely.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“Rose and Annie are obviously practiced nursemaids, and what is even better, they seem to like Mary, and she them.”
He grunted. “It would take a hard heart to turn away from my Mary Darling.”
A smile curved the corners of her lips. “You didn’t seem too enamored of her when you first met.”
“She has a forceful personality, as do I. We just took a bit to get to know one another.”
Source: Scandalous Desires
“He sat and stared at Harry for a few moments, then, as though he had suddenly realized what he was doing, he looked quickly out of the window again.
"Are all your family wizards?" asked Harry, who found Ron just as interesting as Ron found him.
"Er- yes, I think so," said Ron. "I think Mom's got a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him."
"So you must know loads of magic already."
The Weasleys were clearly one of those old wizarding families the pale boy in Diagon Alley had talked about.
"I heard you went to live with Muggles," said Ron. "What are they like?"
"Horrible- well, not all of them. My aunt and uncle and cousin are, though. Wish I'd had three wizard brothers."
"Five," said Ron. For some reason, he was looking gloomy. "I'm the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I've got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left- Bill was head boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy's a prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they're really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it's no big deal, because they did it first. You never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I've got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand, and Percy's old rat."
Ron reached inside his jacket and pulled out a fat gray rat, which was asleep.
"His name's Scabbers and he's useless, he hardly ever wakes up. Percy got an owl from my dad for being made a prefect, but they couldn't aff- I mean, I got Scabbers instead."
Ron's ears went pink. He seemed to think he'd said too much, because he went back to staring out of the window.”
Source: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
“He sat back, his head against the door of the building. Meche, in turn, rested her head against his shoulder. For others, it might have been an intimate gesture. Maybe it was, but not in the way most people might think. Meche and Sebastian were used to each other, comfortable in their proximity. They folded and kept their dreams in the same drawer, spun fantasies side by side, lived in the easy harmony of youth which did not know the need for tall walls and sturdy defenses.”
Source: Signal to Noise
“He sat beside the window in the dark, with his eyes closed. Hearing to the sound of the rain. The whisky in his glass burnt his throat, while the smoke of his cigarette filled his lungs and the fire inside his heart consumed his soul slowly.”
“He sat by her, watching every gesture she made, as if he would paint her portrait afterward.”
Source: Red as Blood, or Tales from the Sisters Grimmer: Expanded Edition
“He sat by the fast water, enjoying its speed, its splendid indifference, and its rippling sound, silently observing and wading birds with their shrill curl of beak and voice. He drank deeply of life so that he knew the taste of it here, knew the vibrant wealth of its dominion, knew exactly what he was taking from the man who would die on this ground.”
Source: The Vorrh
“He sat down and collected his thoughts. They were quite easy to collect, because there weren't very many of them, and they all concerned the same subject--what a burden his life was.”
Source: Fairy Tales from the Brothers Grimm: A New English Version
“He sat down in his chair by the fire and began to chat, as was his habit before he and his wife parted to dress for dinner. When he was out during the day he often looked forward to these chats, and made notes of things he would like to tell his Mary. During her day, which was given to feminine duties and pleasures, she frequently did the same thing. Between seven and eight in the evening they had delightful conversational opportunities. He picked up her book and glanced it over, he asked her a few questions and answered a few...”
Source: The Methods Of Lady Walderhurst
“He sat down on a grassy bank and looked at the city that surrounded him, and thought, one day he would have to go home. And one day he would have to make a home to go back to. He wondered whether home was a thing that happened to a place after a while, or if it was something that you found in the end, if you simply walked and waited and willed it long enough.”
Source: American Gods