H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace.”
Source: The Fault in Our Stars
“He specializes in virgins! The brush of his fingertips turns virgins into slobbering mush." Mary Lou Molnar”
“He speculated that, just as a powerful west wind blows away thick banks of clouds, the graphic, scorching emotion that passed through his soul in the form of a dream must have canceled and negated the longing for death, a longing that had reached out and grabbed him around the neck. All that remained now was a sort of quiet resignation. A colorless, neutral, empty feeling. He was sitting alone in a huge, old, vacant house, listening as a massive grandfather clock hollowly ticked away time. His mouth was closed, his eyes fixed on the clock as he watched the hands move forward. His feelings were wrapped in layer upon layer of thin membrane and his heart was still a blank, as he aged, one hour at a time.”
Source: Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage
“He sped up. The right mirror was the first to go, then the left, followed by angry honking from the cars his mirrors hit as he threaded the needle between the narrow lanes.”
Source: Bottled Lightning
“He spends the majority of the evening in the company of Celia Bowen, whose elaborate gown changes color, shifting through a rainbow of hues to compliment whoever she is closest to.”
“He spent a few minutes reabsorbing his dungeon, and before she was gone, Mariah hugged him and squeaked, "To the victor go the spoiled spoils!”
Source: Shadowcroft Academy for Dungeons
“He spent a lot of time flying. He learnt to communicate with birds and discovered that their conversation was fantastically boring. It was all to do with wind speed, wing spans, power-to-weight ratios and a fair bit about berries. Unfortunately, he discovered, once you have learnt birdspeak you quickly come to realize that the air is full of it the whole time, just inane bird chatter. There is no getting away from it.”
Source: Life, the Universe and Everything
“He spent all his time trying to remember, as if memories could sustain him.”
“He spent all night staring down at the lights on L.A., wondering if he ever could go home.”
“He spent day after day feeling uneasy and muddled, like someone who has mistakenly swallowed a thick swatch of cloud.”
Source: 1Q84
“He spent decades researching his imagination. During this, he gave up the creation of children, the thrill of romance, and even religion for what he believed to be the most important story he could write. When you read his pages, and knew what was sacrificed, each chapter provided you an obscure timeline of a life he never got to live. The publishers will lie and say it costs twelve dollars plus tax.”
Source: The Goodbye Song
“He spent his entire life looking for a jump-on-the-hand-grenade moment. I just never thought he’d pull the pin himself.”
Source: A Pause in the Perpetual Rotation
“He spent his life immersed in books to the cost of everything else, even personal relationships. "Friends," he'd once said, "are probably great, but I have forty thousands friends of my own already, and each of them needs my attention.”
“He spent more time on the road to Damascus than a Syrian camel driver. And we thought nobody could fill John Kerry's flip-flops! ... [Romney's record was] anything but conservative until he changed all the light bulbs in his chandelier in time to run for President.”
“He spent six hours examining things, trying to find a difference from their appearance on the previous day in the hope of discovering in them some change that would reveal the passage of time.”
Source: One Hundred Years of Solitude
“He spent the next weeks blocking scenes of the bureaucrat fucking his wife. On the floor with cooking ingredients. Standing, with socks still on. In the grass of the yard of their new and immense house. He imagined her making noises she never made for him and feeling pleasures he could never provide because the bureaucrat was a man, and he was not a man. Does she suck his penis? he wondered. I know this is a silly thought, a thought that will only bring me pain, but I can't free myself of it. And when she sucks his penis, because she must, what is he doing? Is he pulling her hair back to watch? Is he touching her chest? Is he thinking of someone else? I'll kill him if he is.”
Source: Everything Is Illuminated
“He spilled my diet soda!”
“He spins us both, wrapping us in his wings until I’m dazed and giggling.
“I wanted to lift you above me and swing you in circles until we were both dizzy and laughing,” he murmurs against my neck as we tumble to the ground, trapped beneath his tented wings.
My body aches on impact—but it’s a delicious ache. I can hardly breathe with the weight of his ribs covering mine, with the scent of his tobacco surrounding me, smothering and intoxicating. The curve of his smiling mouth glides along my collarbone and I gasp at the velvety sensation. I force his head up so I can look at him . . . break the spell.
He slips the bejeweled headband from my hair, sweeping stray strands from my face. The slickness of his gloves grazes my eye markings.
“I wanted to kiss your lips and share your breath,” he says softly as he leans close.”
Source: Ensnared
“He splayed a hand out over the photographs, trembling fingers not quite touching the shiny surface, and then he turned and leaned toward me, slowly, with the improbable grace of a tall tree falling. He buried his face in my shoulder and went very quietly and thoroughly to pieces.”
Source: The Outlander Series 8-Book Bundle: Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn, The Fiery Cross, A Breath of Snow and Ashes, An Echo in the Bone, Written in My Own Heart's Blood
“He spoke again as if he hadn’t just shattered his promise and her security. Her house of glass now lay in a pile of shards.”
Source: Consequences
“He spoke as if the plan had already been written.”
Source: Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir
“He spoke as if this were the Brangelina wedding (RIP).”
Source: Without a Hitch
“He spoke fluently and unceasingly. He could in this way be one thing and seem another: for instance, he could speak of love and think of dinner; call on the husband to look at the wife; be eager to pay and intend to owe.”
Source: Far From the Madding Crowd
“He spoke in telegram-as if every word he used cost five bucks, and he only had a twenty in his wallet.”
Source: Hot Target
“He spoke!" Ivan said, eyes wide. "The dog talked! Oh my god."
"An ancient witch you can believe in, but not a talking dragon that looks like a dog?" Chudo-Yudo said, sounding slightly piqued. "Hmph. Young people today have such limited imaginations.”
Source: Wickedly Magical
“He spoke of his campaigns in the deserts of Mexico and he told them of horses killed under him and he said that the souls of horses mirror the souls of men more closely than men suppose and that horses also love war. Men say they only learn this but he said that no creature can learn that which his heart has no shape to holo”
Source: All the Pretty Horses
“He spoke of human solitude, about the intrinsic loneliness of a sophisticated mind, one that is capable of reason and poetry but which grasps at straws when it comes to understanding another, a mind aware of the impossibility of absolute understanding. The difficulty of having a mind that understands that it will always be misunderstood.”
Source: Man Walks Into a Room
“He spoke of very simple things- that it is right for a gull to fly, that freedom is the very nature of his being, that whatever stands against that freedom must be set aside, be it ritual or superstition or limitation in any form. "Set aside," came a voice from the multitude, "even if it be the Law of the Flock?" "The only true law is that which leads to freedom," Jonathan said. "There is no other.”
Source: Jonathan Livingston Seagull: The New Complete Edition
“He spoke slowly, as if searching for adjectives in the darkness.”
Source: The Story of My Teeth
“He spoke slowly, his voice deeper and louder, every word tacked nine-inches deep into the beams of our minds.”
Source: The Fishermen
“He spoke slowly. “You know, you might think you are strong by holding on to all of this, but I think letting it go might make you stronger.”
Source: And Then I Heard the Quiet
“He spoke so slowly, cobwebs could have formed between his words.”
Source: Mysterious skin: a novel
“he spoke to him of the hot terror which the initiate suffer when their eyes light on an image of the eternal beauty; spoke of the greed of the impious and the wicked who cannot think beauty when they see its likeness, and who are incapable of reverence; spoke of the heavy distress which befalls the noble-minded when a godlike countenance, a perfect body, appears before them; they tremble and grow distracted, and hardly dare to raise their eyes, and they honor the one who posses this beauty, yes, if they were not afraid of being thought downright madmen they would sacrifice to the beloved as to the image of a god. For beauty, my Phaedrus, beauty alone is both lovely and visible at once; it is, mark me, the only form of the spiritual which we can receive through the senses.”
Source: Death in Venice
“He spoke to me for half an hour, and I am still not sure what he meant to tell me. Every sentence he spoke could be interpreted in at least two different ways. I would be happier were I convinced that he knew what he was saying himself, but I cannot even be sure of that.’ (Wavell, talking about Gandhi)”
Source: Keeping the Jewel in the Crown: The British Betrayal of India
“He spoke to Tommy in the way a dog does speak. He came up to him, shook himself, put a paw on Tommy's trouser leg and tried to pull him in the direction from which he had just come.”
Source: Postern of Fate
“He spoke two short sentences in a low voice, watching her all the time; for the pupils of her eyes dilated into a black horror, and the whiteness of her complexion became livid. He ceased speaking.”
Source: North and South
“He spoke wistfully of a sudden leaving, a breaking of old ties, a flight into a strange world, ending in this dreary valley, and Ettie listened, her dark eyes gleaming with pity and with sympathy - those two qualities which may turn so rapidly and so naturally to love.”
Source: The Valley of Fear
“He spoke with more eloquence than wisdom.”
“He spoke, and loos'd our heart in tears. He laid us as we lay at birth On the cool flowery lap of earth.”
“He spooned the zabaglione into ramekins and slid them into the fridge. They were to form part of a complex assemblage of warm and cold, consisting of a fresh peach gelato, just starting to thaw; then zabaglione made with Barolo wine, slightly chilled; then a warm froth of more zabaglione, a thicker one this time, made with the yolks of goose eggs and rich, sherry like marsala; and finally a topping of crisp fried mint leaves and freshly roasted espresso beans, arranged like the petals and seeds of a flower on top of the other ingredients.”
Source: The Food of Love
“He spouted out, ‘Richy, I’ve just been talking to a bloke from Blackpool on the phone, there’s a boxing show tomorrow night and they are desperate for a heavyweight. Will you fight?’
I retorted, ‘Are you joking. I haven’t trained for four months; I’ll be blowing after thirty seconds.’
He pleaded, ‘Howay, man. It’ll be a night out down Blackpool.”
Source: Born to Fight: The True Story of Richy Crazy Horse Horsley
“He sprang from the grass roots of the country clubs of America.”
“He sprang to his feet, and cried roughly, ‘I’ll give you a handful of Yeses and Noes, Jessamine, and it’ll keep you amused for the rest of the evening sorting them out, and sticking them on to your questions. I’m going out.”
Source: Lud-in-the-Mist
“He spread his arms wide, as if he could embrace the city below. "There are so many things to marvel at. How could anyone want to hurt it? How can people wake up every morning and not think -- The sun is still there! And I'm still here! This is incredible!”
Source: Archenemies
“He spreads his fingers over my heart, like he’s holding it, like it belongs to him, the hard-fought-for territory he’s won fair and square.”
Source: The 5th Wave
“He spun her world in silver-blue
Catching in the light the faintest hues
A maiden from a castle tall
Its towers spun of silk
But it could not stand against the winds
Without foundation laid more firm
And so the tide rushed forward
And took it far from view
Far, far away from view.
She bent before the boat
Laughter once in her eyes
Silenced in the morning still
And so she stepped into its web
An echo of another age
And weaving through the waters soft
Like the Lady of Shalott
Her Camelot in mind’s eye
Too lost in silver-turned shadow gray
To note the one who stood afar
Beside the willowy tree behind
Eyes cast in farther distance still
Not far from where she lay.
Her heart knew only the web that spun
And onward she rowed, longer she held.
Of silk, a flimsy dash of hope
Of silk, a hope dashed in its midst
Oh, its towers spun of silk.
It could not stand
It could not stand
For, it was not a rock.”
Source: Peter
“He squeezed her hand. "Then I'll come get you, wherever you are when it happens. We'll be okay." "But what about everybody else?" He stared out across the river, nodding slowly. "My guess is, everybody else is in big trouble.”
“He squeezed her neck and rested his forehead against hers, "What is it with you, Allie? Why can't I take my mind off you? I can't take a single breath without wishing I was touching you"
Mitchell Davies to Alana Shelton”
Source: Blind Attraction
“He squeezed my shoulder and smiled at me.
I realized that I hadn't kissed him hello, I always kissed him hello. Of course, I was still covered in blood and other bodily fluids, and none of them were his, but he might not understand that that was why I hadn't wanted to get too close. Some of my confusion must have shown on my face, because his smile widened. He turned me around by the shoulders, gave me a little push towards the bathroom, and slapped me on the ass. "Get cleaned up, I'll take care of things here."
"I can't believe that you just did that," I said.
"Did what?" he said, and he was grinning at me.
I could probably count on one hand the number of times Micah had grinned at me. His eyes were sparkling with laughter as if it were all he could do not to let it out. I was happy to see him having a good time, really I was. But I wasn't sure what was funny, and I didn't have the courage to ask. It was probably something that would be at my expense, or something I'd just done that he found cute. I was not cute. Confused, fucked-up, bruised, but not cute. Nathaniel and Damian knew better, but as I passed Gregory, I had to say, "If you touch my ass, I will rip you a new one." I said it as I moved past him, not even pausing.
"You're no fun," he growled.
I looked back just before I turned out of sight of him. "Oh, I'm a lot of fun, just not around you."
He snarled at me. "Bitch."
"Woof, woof," I said, and finally made it into the bathroom.”
Source: Incubus Dreams
“He squeezed Steve's shoulder possessively. "Oh, Zero. He is not you, I must admit. He does not have your bravery, your nobility, your je ne sais quoi, and all he talks about is this magical place called 'Canada'.”
Source: The Immortal Fire