H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“He smiled, she smiled, they knew right away, this was the day they'd waited for their whole lives, for a moment the whole world revolved around one boy & one girl.”
“He smiled, so sensual and beautiful, it was another form of bliss just looking at him.”
“He smiled, thinking that for just an instant, it was easy to imagine they were still married, both of them on the same team, both of them still in love. Except, of course, that they weren't.”
“He smiles a lot. But I think there might be worms inside him making him smile.”
“He smiles an honest smile for the first time, and the difference is hard to describe but easy to recognize.”
Source: The Space Between
“He smiles and his wavy haired, bright eyed head scoops me in but quickly lands on Mimi. It lingers a bit long, his chest frozen as if the breath's been knocked out; he already loves her. Mothers know these things. It's the kind of love that springs from awe, attraction, intellectual curiosity, and finding a woman mom approves of... the girl next door with exciting fangs. I wonder if their offspring will have fangs.”
Source: Centerpieces
“He smiles and his wavy haired, bright eyed head scoops me in but quickly lands on Mimi. It lingers a bit long, his chest frozen as if the breath's been knocked out; he already loves her. Mothers know these things. It's the kind of love that springs from awe, attraction, intellectual curiosity, and finding a woman mom approves of... the girl next door with exciting fangs. I wonder if their offspring will have fangs. - Holly Carter”
Source: Centerpieces
“He smiles, and I feel like I’ve just passed a test I didn’t know I was taking.”
Source: Confessions of a Shopaholic
“He smiles and takes his index finger and presses it to my lips, leaves it there until my heart lands on Jupiter: three seconds, then removes it, and heads back into the living room. Whoa - well, that was either the dorkiest or sexiest moment of my life, and I'm voting for sexy on account of my standing here dumbstruck and giddy, wondering if he did kiss me after all.”
Source: The Sky Is Everywhere
“He smiles at her before ever opening his eyes. The innocence in his face ensnares. Wraps her heart in a cocoon.
They did this to him. The Society. Constructed that smile with malicious expectations. Now she must rip it off his face. Because she doesn’t deserve his love. Or Gage’s. This madness coils around her throat, darkening every inch of her soul.”
Source: Burning Falls
“He smiles at me, and it instantly flips the mood. It's remarkable how his smile can dictate the feelings occurring inside my own chest.”
Source: It Starts with Us
“He smiles at me, and I am suddenly seventeen again - the year I realize that love doesn't follow the rules, the year I understood that nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable”
“He smiles, but it’s not a smile I’ve ever seen before. It’s a dangerous smile; he’s a movie villain, the seductive one, the one who robs you but fucks you real good first.”
Source: Josh and Hazel's Guide to Not Dating
“He smiles but rarely and watches other men to see when they laugh and then does the same.”
Source: The Ladies of Grace Adieu: and Other Stories
“He smiles, cocks his head. 'Why would it matter if someone saw you saying hello to me?'
I clench my jaw and breathe hard through my nose. His innocence feels put on, like he’s playing with me by playing dumb.
Still smiling, he leans back in his chair, and him doing that—leaning back, crossing his arms, looking me up and down as though I’m entertaining, just something to look at—makes anger flare up inside me, so sudden and strong I ball my hands into fists to stop from screaming, lunging forward, grabbing the Harvard mug off his desk and hurling it at his face.
I turn on my heel, stomp out of the room and down the hallway. I’m furious the whole way back to Gould, but once I’m in my room, the anger disappears and all that’s left is the dull-ache desire for meaning I’ve had for weeks now. He said he wanted to kiss me. He touched me. Every interaction between us is tinged now with something potentially ruinous, and it isn’t fair for him to pretend otherwise.”
Source: My Dark Vanessa
“He smiles down at me, and it feels like a fist on my heart, a tight hug that verges on a heart attached. 'Because there's nowhere I wouldn't go for you. And if you get out to Montana and realize there's somewhere else you need to be, there's nothing I'm not willing to do to make it work. I'd rather have you five days a year than anyone else all the time. I'd rather argue with you than not talk, and whether we're together or we're not, I'm yours, so let's be together, Harriet. As much as we can. As long as we can. As soon as we can. Everything else, we'll figure out later.”
Source: Happy Place
“He smiles down at me, as if the reason I'm on my knees is because I am curtsying.
I want to wipe that smile off his face, but maybe I can't. Maybe he'll go on smiling that way to his grave.
'Can't we stay out here?' Cardan asks me. 'There's wine out here.”
Source: The Cruel Prince
“He smiles, his palpable charisma pulling me in like low tide. Or riptide.”
Source: Single-Minded
“He smiles in my memory. A curled lip. Straight teeth. Light in his eyes. Laughing, teasing, more alive in memory than I m in reality. It was him or me. I chose me. But I feel dead too.”
“He smiles.
It’s a blinding, white-toothed smile.
A push-me-over-the-edge-of-the-love-cliff smile.
And before I can say a word in protest, he’s got my hand and is dragging me through the carnival.
Note to self: Do not stare directly at his smile. It holds special powers.
Also: Do not kiss him. His mouth is definitely the source of his power.”
Source: Kiss Me
“he smiles. 'My mother fears i'm wasting my life away because all i do is work'
'You're a neurosurgeon and your mother is disappointed in you?' i laugh. Good lord that is insane.
Are parents ever really happy with their childeren? Will they ever be good enough?”
Source: It Ends with Us
“He smiles sadly. "Now I know my destiny." "What is it?" "This." He draws me in to him in a kiss. His lips are warm. He pulls me tighter in his embrace. The roots sigh and release their hold on my waist and the wound in my side is healed. "Kartik," I cry, kissing his cheeks. "It's let me go." "That's good," he says. He makes a small cry. His back arches, and every muscle in his body tightens.”
Source: The Sweet Far Thing
“He smiles so much, I don't think he has a central nervous system.”
“He smiles then, and even though it is well past midnight, its as if the sun has just come out.”
“He smiles with half his mouth and neither of his eyes.”
Source: The Obelisk Gate
“He smirked and sat up "Simmer down, Jelly Bean.”
Source: Storm Born
“He smirked. “Decision time, pretty lady... back to reality?”
She touched his cheek. “Or down the rabbit hole?”
Source: Fallout Dreams
“He smirked. “You must be, for I have never seen anyone as divine.” His hands gripped her waist, and he pulled her against him. A heartbeat later his mouth claimed hers. It wasn’t a soft, tentative kiss. There was surety, ownership. It left no doubt that he was hers. “Or delicious.” He kissed her again. “Or sexy. You are a goddess of desire, drawing me in, infusing yourself into my every thought—I’ve never wanted anything more than you, Laya.”
Source: Long Live the Elf Queen
“He smirks, shaking his head and letting his eyes wander. I watch him carefully, wondering what I can say to get him to leave. “I’m not leaving until you answer some questions. Plus, I’m holding your sketchbook hostage, so you might want to cooperate.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. I guess there isn’t much I can say. “This isn’t a hostage negotiation.”
He chuckles half-heartedly as his eyes take me in, almost sizing me up. “I guess I should introduce myself.” He holds a hand out for me to shake. “I’m Nathan.”
I stare at his hand for a moment. “Taylor,” I reply, meeting his eyes again without taking his hand.
He lets his hand fall back to his side. “At least I got you to say something non-hostile.”
“I haven’t been hostile,” I object.
His eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, haven’t you?”
“Why don’t you leave me alone?” I snap. “Leave and don’t come back.” I move passed him, heading for my apartment. He can’t follow and annoy me if I lock the door.
“Where are you going?” he demands. I look back over my shoulder and roll my eyes at him, indicating the answer should be obvious: anywhere he isn’t. Once inside, I slam the door behind me.
“That was totally not hostile!” he calls after me, sarcastically. I quickly head for my bedroom door, slamming it, too.”
Source: Alone in Paris
“He smoked a cigarette, standing in the dark and listening to her undress. She made sea sounds; something flapped like a sail; there was the creak of ropes; then he heard the wave-against-a-wharf smack of rubber on flesh. Her call for him to hurry was a sea-moan, and when he lay beside her, she heaved, tidal, moon-driven.”
Source: Miss Lonelyhearts: & the Day of the Locust
“He smote the rock of the national resources, and abundant streams of revenue gushed forth. He touched the dead corpse of the Public Credit, and it sprung upon its feet. The fabled birth of Minerva, from the brain of Jove, was hardly more sudden or more perfect than the financial system of the United States, as it burst forth from the conceptions of Alexander Hamilton.”
“He snakes his hands under my back and lifts my chest to his mouth as if I am a platter to be savoured. -Addie”
Source: Bag of Tricks
“He snaps his fingers and the room illuminates, mage lights hovering above us. “You’re all fucking dead.”
Source: Fourth Wing
“He snarled at me. "This isn't over yet, Betsy." "Excellent," I said. "I would also have accepted 'You haven't seen the last of me' and 'You'll regret this'.”
Source: Undead And Unappreciated: Number 3 in series
“He snarled. I showed him my teeth. A rolled-up newspaper landed on my head and then on Jim’s. “None of that in my house!” Oh my gods. The alpha of Clan Cat just got smacked with a rolled-up newspaper.”
Source: Magic Dreams: A Penguin Special from Ace
“He snatched at the kerchief, managing to loosen it. "Please. It's all I want from life, to see you with-" another swipe, and he snagged the edge of the cloth, "-your hair all-"
But Leo broke off as the kerchief pulled free, and the hair that spilled out was not any conceivable shade of green. It was blond... pale amber and champagne and honey... and there was so much of it, cascading in shimmering waves to the middle of her back.
Leo went still, holding her in place as his astonished gaze raked over her. They both gulped for breath, worked up and winded like racehorses. Marks couldn't have looked more appalled if he had just stripped her naked. And the truth was, Leo couldn't have been any more confounded- or aroused- if he were actually viewing her naked. Though he certainly would have been willing to try it.
Such a commotion had risen in him, Leo hardly knew how to react. Just hair, just locks of hair... but it was like a previously undistinguished painting in the perfect frame, revealing its beauty in full luminous detail. Catherine Marks in the sunlight was a mythical creature, a nymph, with delicate features and opalescent eyes.
The most confounding realization was that it wasn't really hair color that had concealed all this from him... he had never noticed how stunning she was because she had deliberately kept him from seeing it.
"Why," Leo asked, his voice husky, "would you conceal something so beautiful?" Staring at her, nearly devouring her, he asked more softly still, "What are you hiding from?”
Source: Tempt Me at Twilight
“He snatched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his burred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever.”
“He snatched the book from me and replaced it hastily on its shelf, muttering that if one brick was removed the whole library was liable to collapse.”
Source: The Complete Works of F. Scott Fitzgerald: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Articles, Letters, Plays & Screenplays: From the author of The Great Gatsby, The Side of Paradise, Tender Is the Night, The Beautiful and Damned, The Love of the Last Tycoon, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and many other notable works
“He snatched the handle of his briefcase like it was the ear of a teenager who’d just cursed him out.”
Source: Moments to Spare
“He sneered at his father. “He’ll live. I’m going after her.”
“What?” His sister stood up in front of her brother. “Fearghus, don’t. She’s angry. Very angry. She impaled your father . . . twice. Give her some time to calm down.”
Source: Dragon Actually
“He sniffed her. The rubbery black nose inhaled deeply as it passed back and forth over her face, along her throat, her ears. Jeez, it was like being vacuumed-only most Hoovers didn't have the potential to bite her face off.”
Source: First Bite
“He sniffed until the long hairs of his mustache had been sucked up into his nose and out of his leafy ears." — Bats 2015”
“He sniffs and turns his head to look at me. There's a tear streaking down his cheek, sliding out from under his glasses. He wipes it away with the heel of his hand. "I just don't like good-byes."
"I know."
"I don't want to leave him or you or Abby or any of you guys." His voice catches. "I don't know anyone in Philly. I don't know how people do this.”
Source: Leah on the Offbeat
“He sniggered. He didn't like to think of himself as the sort of person who giggled or sniggered, but he had to admit that he had been giggling and sniggering almost continuously for well over half an hour now.”
Source: So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish
“He snorted and hit me in the solar plexus. I bent over and took hold of the room with both hands and spun it. When I had it nicely spinning I gave it a full swing and hit myself on the back of the head with the floor.”
Source: The Simple Art of Murder
“He snorted. “I don’t think your dick is stupid.” “Well, I can tell you, it’s no Einstein either,” I replied, and he chuckled.”
Source: Upside Down
“He snuffles.
Oh, no.
He's not going to cry, is he? Because even though it's sweet when guys cry, I am so not prepared for this.
Girl scouts didn't teach me what to do with emotionally unstable drunk boys.”
Source: Anna and the French Kiss
“He so did not sit down and have a proper talk with her. I know it. He probably sent her a brief text, saying, Over. Sam.”
“He sobbed in desperation at the burden of fear he carried with him every day of his life.”
“He softly brushed a lock of brown hair from her face, “Believe it, liefie, it seems you are irresistible. I will have to keep my guard up if I don’t want you to be snatched away.”
Source: Wild for Him: