H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“He softly kissed her lips. "I'm going to rock your world tonight, and then I'm going to do it again. Only different. You're going to come undone, Sophie, every which way you can, and i won't stop until you do.”
Source: Keeping Mr. Right Now
“He sold smoked bluefish pâté and cocktail sauce, lemons, asparagus, corn on the cob, sun-dried tomato pesto, and fresh pasta. He sold Ben & Jerry's, Nantucket Nectars, frozen loaves of French bread. It was a veritable grocery store; before, it had just been fish. Marguerite inspected the specimens in the refrigerated display case; even the fish had changed. There were soft-shell crabs and swordfish chunks ("great for kebabs"); there was unshelled lobster meat selling for $35.99 a pound; there were large shrimp, extra-large shrimp, and jumbo shrimp available with shell or without, cooked or uncooked. But then there were the Dusty staples- the plump, white, day-boat scallops, the fillets of red-purple tuna cut as thick as a paperback novel, the Arctic char and halibut and a whole striped bass that, if Marguerite had to guess, Dusty had caught himself off of Great Point that very morning.”
Source: The Love Season
“He sold Syria way better than he sold this.”
“He solved at a stroke the great question of the direction of nerve-currents in their travel through brain and spinal cord.”
“He somehow managed to convey an eagerness to please yet was skeptical as to whether he should; it was a self-betrayal countenance.”
Source: Whisky Hernandez
“He sometimes allows something bad in our lives to prevent something far worse in our lives. That is a wondrous work of God I cannot even see, because sometimes I have no idea how God is working on my behalf.”
Source: God Is Just Not Fair: Finding Hope When Life Doesn’t Make Sense
“He sometimes asked himself a question about life. Which are truer, the happy memories, or the unhappy ones? He decided, eventually, that the question was unanswerable.”
Source: The Only Story
“He sometimes behaves like water, flowing around the obstacles he encounters.”
“He sometimes felt that life was something that had already risen, and all of this, the Jackson Pollack of spring, summer, and fall, the vague refrigeration and tinfoiled sky of wintertime, was just a falling, really, originward, in a kind of correction, as if by spritual gravity, towards the wiser consciousness--or consciousnessless, maybe; could gravity trick itself like that?--of death. It was a kind of movement both very slow and very fast; there was both too much and not enough time to think.”
Source: Eeeee Eee Eeee: A Novel
“He sometimes halted without saying anything. Either he had finally nothing to say or while having something to say he finally decided not to say it.”
Source: Texts for Nothing and Other Shorter Prose 1950-1976
“He sometimes keeps Her off of the sky,
But then She teaches Him how to fly.”
Source: Lost & Found
“He soon acquired the forlorn look that one sees in vegetarians.”
“He soon felt that the fulfillment of his desires gave him only one grain of the mountain of happiness he had expected. This fulfillment showed him the eternal error men make in imagining that their happiness depends on the realization of their desires.”
Source: ANNA KARENINA
“He soon laid eyes on the enemy again – warriors of Lorgar’s Legion, advancing through the unnatural dusk with raw confidence, surrounded by the spectral flicker of half-instantiated daemonkind. Their armour was carved with words of power, decorated with the bones and the flesh of those they had slain, their helms deformed into outstretched maws, or serpent’s mouths, or the leer of some Neverborn warp prince. Their cantrips stank and pulsed around them, making the natural air recoil and mist shred itself into appalled ribbons.
They were engorged with their veil-drawn power, sick on it, their blades running with new-cut fat and their belts hung with severed scalps. For all that, they were still warriors, and they detected Valdor’s presence soon enough. Nine curved blades flickered into guard, nine genhanced bodies made ready to take him down.
He raced straight into the heart of them, lashing out with his spear, slicing clean through corrupted ceramite. The combined blades danced, snickering in and out of one another’s path as if in some rehearsed ritual of dance-murder, all with the dull gold of the lone Custodian at its centre. A poisoned gladius nearly caught his neck. A fanged axe-edge nearly plunged into his chest. Long talons nearly pulled him down, ripe to be trodden into the mire under the choreo graphed stamp of bronze-chased boots.
But not quite. They were always just a semi-second too slow, a fraction too predictable. The gap between the fighters was small, but it remained unbridgeable. His spear slammed and cut, parried and blocked, an eye-blink ahead of the lesser blades, a sliver firmer and more lethal in its trajectory, until black blood was thrown up around it in thick flurries and the lens-fire in the Word Bearers’ helms died out, one by one.
Afterwards, Valdor withdrew, breathing heavily, taking a moment to absorb the visions he had been gifted with each kill. Lorgar’s scions were little different to the true daemons in what they gave him – brief visions of eternal torment, wrapped up in archaic religious ciphers and a kind of perpetually forced ecstasy. They were steeped in some of the purest, deepest strands of Chaos, wilfully dredging up the essence of its mutating, despoiling genius and turning it, through elaborate tortures, into a way of war. To fight them was to be reminded, more acutely than with most others, of the consequences of defeat.”
Source: Warhawk
“He soon recognized the fact that the stimulus proceeded from the idea to be in the power of a woman rather than from the act of violence itself.”
Source: Psychopathia Sexualis: A Medico-Forensic Study
“He sought a way to preserve the past. John Hershel was one of the founders of a new form of time travel.... a means to capture light and memories. He actually coined a word for it... photography. When you think about it, photography is a form of time travel. This man is staring at us from across the centuries, a ghost preserved by light.”
“He sought an adventure but didn't find one. He was inexperienced and besides he didn't have too much imagination.”
“He sought freedom in leaving; I found mine in staying. Ultimately, what tore us apart brought me together.”
Source: We Are Everyone
“he sought her lips again...now you know what i have been fighting against since last summer at grand isle; what drove me away and drove me back again...i couldn't help loving you if you were ten times his wife...”
Source: The Awakening
“He sought his former accustomed fear of death and did not find it. "Where is it? What death?" There was no fear because there was no death. In place of death there was light.”
Source: The Death of Ivan Ilych: English-Russian Parallel Text Edition
“He sought...to transform the grief which looks down into the grave by showing it the grief which looks up to the stars.”
Source: Les Misérables
“He sounded absolutely miserable. “Are you ever going to speak to me?”
Source: Forever
“He sounded good, didn't he?" added Franck. "He only stuttered eight times." "That's what I mean.”
Source: Hunting and Gathering
“He sounded harassed more than anything else, like mass home invasion was just something standing between him and morning coffee.”
Source: Glass Houses: The Morganville Vampires
“He sounded like a lot of the youth in our community, stuck between the past and the future. The true goal is finding enough of both to make your life worth living.”
Source: Take Us To Your Chief And Other Stories
“He sounded like a man who had slept well and didn't owe too much money.”
Source: The Big Sleep & Farewell, My Lovely
“He sounded like he was used to people swearing at him, which made no damned
sense, because he was gorgeous and a hero.”
Source: Center Ice
“He sounded oddly calm. “It’s risky.”
My arm is in the mouth of a sphinx that’s only a moment from ripping it from the socket. Risky sounds quite safe, Wolfe thought, but he didn’t say it. Too many words. “Tell me!”
“Work your arm free,” Jess said. “Run. Make for the Minotaur. If you can make them fight each other—”
Risky wasn’t the right word for it. Suicidal was far more on point.”
Source: Sword and Pen
“He sounded to me like he's supposed to be the savior of jazz. Sometimes people speak as though someone asked them a question. Well, no one asked him a question.”
“He sounds exactly like Moody," said Harry quietly, tucking the letter away again inside his robes. "'Constant vigilance!' You'd think I walk around with my eyes shut, banging off the walls.”
“He sounds fun!”
Nick scowled. “He touched the food on my plate!”
“He sounds suicidal.”
Source: Whirlwind
“He sounds like a politician running for office.”
Source: The Last Sunset
“He sounds like Jesus. Except rich and sexy.” “Watch it, Meg. In this town joking about Jesus could get you shot. You’ve never seen so many of the faithful who’re armed.”
Source: Call Me Irresistible: A Novel
“He sounds like someone who might best be loved from a distance.”
“He sounds so tired. "I know if there was any choice at all, they wouldn't have left me alone. They would have made sure I was taken care of."
In a heartbeat, a thousand memories at once. All the times I knew things I couldn't have known. All the times he was assigned to me.
"Julian," I say, "maybe they did.”
Source: A List of Cages
“He sounds to himself, saying this, like an impersonator; life, just as we first thought, is playing grownup.”
Source: Rabbit is Rich
“He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.”
Source: Poems of William Wordsworth
“He spanks me again, and again, and again. I lose count after ten strikes, too consumed with the aching sensation spreading across the lower half of my torso. Eventually, I hear myself gasp and moan at each strike, the sting intensifying as my flesh warms with every blow.”
Source: Disciplinary Action
“He spares no resource in telling of his dead inventions... Bare verbs he rarely tolerates. He splits infinitives and fills them up with adverbial stuffing. He presses the passing colloquialism into his service. His vast paragraphis sweat and struggle; the”
“He sparked on his body that reflect like mini mirrors of diamond”
“He speaks English, Spanish, and he's bilingual too.”
“He speaks four letter language because his mind is small. His voice is like venom, I don't like him at all.”
“He speaks in a different language with a voice that's already like sand shifting over metal, and my insides flip out. He's inadvertently flicked some weird switch inside me, and there's no turning back once it's there. Apparently I really like hearing someone speak in Hungarian or Polish or Russian or whatever it is he's speaking, while trapped in a closet. I'm a secret subscriber to Trapped in a Polish Closet magazine.”
Source: Run to You
“He speaks in a way that leaves no room for argument, on the edge of condescension and caring. It's a trick all men of the South have to learn before they're accepted as one of the good ol' boys.”
Source: Beware the Wild
“He speaks in that strange sports talk, telling me about the start of the new season and asks if I follow baseball.
No. I really don’t.
He assures me if I stay in town long enough I will become a baseball fan. It’s a requirement of living in St. Louis. Everyone is a Cardinal’s fan.
“Loyal,” he tells me. St. Louis is a loyal town.”
Source: Filter
“He speaks in your voice, American, and there's a shine in his eye that's halfway hopeful.”
Source: Underworld: Picador Classic
“He speaks of you only with the greatest pride, Will”
Source: Clockwork Princess
“He speaks the language of victory and empowers those around him to walk in victory, because he knows victory is a possibility.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“He speaks to Me as if I was a public meeting.”
“He speaks truly who speaks the shade.”
Source: Paul Celan: poems