H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“He told me there was no past. Or should I say, that the past is always on and waiting.”
Source: Witches on the Road Tonight
“He told me this while ripping through his duffel bag, throwing clothes into drawers with reckless abandon. Chip did not believe in having a sock drawer or a T-shirt drawer. He believed that all drawers were created equal and filled each with whatever fit. My mother would have died.”
Source: Looking For Alaska Special 10th Anniversary Edition
“He told me to call him Dazar Frihet. He said that our days are freedom. All of these days, the ones our feet carry us through, any one of them we can choose to be free, we just have to be willing to make it happen. He was such a sad young man, but he wasn’t sad for himself, he was the freest person I ever knew. No, he was sad for all the people he saw who were never free. All the people walking around thinking they were free, but were bonded to so many possessions and responsibilities, so much dispassion and anger, that freedom had become a mirage, like a mythical figure or a god, something they worshiped and followed, but never truly understood.”
Source: THIS SIDE OF A WILDERNESS: A Novel
“He told me to love again, and I do. So much."
"He told me to love you. But I already did. So much.”
Source: All In
“He told me to not let my friends throw my clothes out of the window," she paused and looked pointedly at Sally, who had the good sense to look sheepish, "because he had to get my clothes back – which he called souvenirs – from the wolves who apparently found them." She chuckled to herself, knowing she was once again the color of a beet.
"And from the tone in his voice, said souvenirs must've been my womanly garments."
Jacque laughed. "Did you just call your bras and panties 'womanly garments'?"
"That is classic." Sally laughed along.
"Could you two Pollyannas focus, please?”
Source: Just One Drop
“He told people that their sins were forgiven, and never waited to consult all the other people whom their sins had undoubtedly injured. He unhesitatingly behaved as if He was the party chiefly concerned, the person chiefly offended in all offenses. This makes sense only if He really was God whose laws are broken and whose love is wounded in every sin.”
Source: The Complete C. S. Lewis Signature Classics
“He told the joke, but I saw the punch line coming early and was able to dodge it before it hit me. There's nothing funny about being hit by something you saw before it arrived.”
Source: Me and memes and memories
“He told them he regretted that he had missed an early opportunity to invest in Nintendo in the 1970's. "They were just a playing-card company," Watanabe-san said, with a self-deprecating laugh. "Hanafuda. For aunties and little children, you know?" Nintendo's most successful product before they made Donkey Kong was, indeed, a deck of hanafuda playing cards.
"What's hanafuda?" Sam asked.
"Plastic cards. Quite small and thick, with flowers and scenes of nature," Watanabe-san said.
"Oh!" Sam said. "I know these! I used to play them with my grandmother, but we didn't call them hanafuda. I think the game we played was called Stop-Go?"
"Yes," Watanabe-san said. "In Japan, the game most people play with hanafuda is called Koi Koi, which means..."
"Come come," Marx filled in.”
Source: Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow
“He told them tales of bees and flowers, the ways of trees, and the strange creatures of the Forest, about the evil things and the good things, things friendly and things unfriendly, cruel things and kind things, and secrets hidden under brambles.”
Source: The Lord of the Rings: One Volume
“He told them therefore that He was not a Teacher asking for a disciple who would parrot His sayings; He was a Saviour Who first disturbed a conscience and then purified it. But many would never get beyond hating the disturber. The Light is no boon, except to those who are men of good will; their lives may be evil, but at least they want to be good. His Presence, He said, was a threat to sensuality, avarice, and lust. When a man has lived in a dark cave for years, his eyes cannot stand the light of the sun; so the man who refuses to repent turns against mercy. No one can prevent the sun from shining, but every man can pull down the blinds and shut it out.”
Source: Life of Christ
“He told us about Christ's disciples being fisherman, and we were left to assume...that all great fishermen on the Sea of Galilee were fly fisherman and that John, the favorite, was a dry-fly fisherman.”
“He told us that most of us would die violently, and those who did not would be brought down to the level of beasts.”
Source: A Lesson Before Dying
“He told us that nations of men fell into disorder, so nations of law were set up instead. He told us that nations of law then forgot justice and let the law become a Game, a Game in which the moves and the winning were more important than truth. He told us to seek justice rather than the Game.”
Source: Wizard's Eleven
“He told us we should always pray to God- talk to Him and all- wherever we were. He told us to think of Jesus as our buddy and all. He said he talked to Jesus all the time. Even when he was driving his car.”
Source: THE CATCHER IN THE RYE
“He tongue swiped my sex like was licking the frosting off a cupcake. I called out to heaven again. . . . My sounds encouraged him to torture me.”
Source: One Night
“He too knows how to lose.”
“He too shares his world with the people he loves.”
“He, too, was in the grip of rage and rhetoric. I saw that, attractive though his side of the political spectrum was. A cancerous violence had eaten into every political idea, had taken over the ideas themselves, and for so many, all that mattered was the willingness to do something. Action led to action, free of any moorings, and the way to be someone, the way to catch the attention of the young and recruit them to one's cause, was to be enraged. It seemed as if the only way this lure of violence could be avoided was by having no causes, by being magnificiently isolated from loyalties. But was that not an ethical lapse graver than rage itself?”
Source: Open City
“He too was running off, but it was in the direction of the barn, and he was making a case for not being a jockey but a racing equine himself.”
Source: Whisky Hernandez
“He took a bite, swallowed. "God. If asparagus tasted like that all the time, I'd be vegetarian, too." Some people in a lacquered wooden boat approached us on the canal below. One of them, a woman with curly blond hair, maybe thirty, drank from a beer then raised her glass towards us and shouted something. "We don't speak Dutch," Gus shouted back. One of the others shouted a translation: "The beautiful couple is beautiful.”
“He took a breath. “My future wife’s in the police...
“Wait, wait, wait. How long have you been going out with this woman?”
Luca cleared his throat again, this time with deserved sheepishness. “We met yesterday.”
Source: Best Laid Plans
“He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Okay, would you like pizza?" "I don't think you deserve my company but I feel sorry for you so I'll say yes." "God help me," he said, half under his breath.”
Source: Looking for Alibrandi
“He took a deep breath, glanced at the mountains, then looked at Dean again.
Alex: It doesn't matter if you think you're made to have kids, or not, marriage or not. If you've found someone who makes you want all those things, then you don't let the chance go by. (Chapter 14)”
Source: A Mistletoe Kiss with the Boss
“He took a deep breath. He felt the fear and wrapped his heart around it. He let it inhabit his whole being until there was nothing left of him. He looked up.”
Source: The Resting Places
“He took a deep breath. I don't know what I'm supposed to do here. I don't know if I'm supposed to distract you. If I'm supposed to make you laugh, or if I'm supposed to be reassuring you. I have no idea what to do, so all I'm doing is just being here.”
Source: Fallen Crest Public
“He took a deep breath in, still managing himself as if he were resisting temptation. He was a soldier, his father was in the service, too. Crying wasn't something Morell men did. They just didn't.
He hadn't cried at Robbie Morell's funeral.
So he wasn't going to now.”
Source: Shatterpoint Alpha
“He took a deep, shuddering breath. "Okay. I said it, it's out there. And I am fine now. So let's move on, shall we? What's the plan?”
“He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my right eye. He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my other eye.”
“He took a duck in the face at 250 knots.”
“He took a few steps before responding. "You are special," he finally said, and the way e said it made her wonder if he wanted to add something else.”
Source: The Notebook: Student edition
“He took a hairpin out of my untidy hair (by now my complicated arrangement of ringlets must have looked as if a couple of birds had been nesting there); he took a strand of it and wound it around his finger. With his other hand he began stroking my face, and then he bent down and kissed me again, this time very cautiously. I closed my eyes - and the same thing happened as before: my brain suffered that delicious break in transmission.”
“He took a long drink, then grimaced. “I do not have a drinking problem,” he announced, his voice needlessly loud. “I have a Churchillian relationship with alcohol: I can crack jokes and govern England and do anything I want to do. Except not drink.”
Source: The Fault in Our Stars
“He took a mental picture of this moment’s happy scene to carry with him into the darkness of that dreadful place where he had been chosen as a special pet of the priest.”
Source: TREE OF LIVES: My rocky path out of the Wildwoods
“He took a moment to get over the shock, and to remind himself that this had surely been difficult for her and she was probably bracing herself for a rejection. At least he hoped she was. If she wasn't, she needed to do that straight away, because it was coming. God damn right it was coming.”
“He took a moment to regain his composure, but he got it right on the next take and finally began to make the Bolognese sauce. The pan on the stove had butter that we had already partially melted, and he poured in some olive oil. Then he stirred in the previously identified chopped vegetables, and after several minutes (which would later be edited out), the vegetables were translucent. When he added the finely chopped beef, Sally told the viewers, "You could also use a very good grade of hamburger." He poured in some milk, let it evaporate, and then added crushed tomatoes, red wine, and broth. "Now you must cook the sauce two, three hours until it is done," he said. The cameras stopped and we swapped the pan for an identical one with a finished sauce. We also poured boiling water and cooked spaghetti into the pot that had been sitting empty on the stove.”
Source: Last Bite
“He took a seat in the quiet cathedral, breathing in the musky, slightly cloying fragrance of a century’s worth of incense. It smelled of guilt and sin and a promise of forgiveness and a place in heaven, if you ate fish on Fridays.”
Source: The Black Wolf
“He took a stance as a man, and the greatest thing about Peter Norman is when you sit back and think about Tommie Smith and John Carlos here in America, they could go beat up on Tommie Smith and get tired of beating up on him and go to the other side of town and find John Carlos and beat up on him, but when Peter Norman left and went to Australia, there was no switch-off on Peter.”
“He took a step back and stared down at her, and she watched the cold mask slowly slip back over his face. “So…that’s it? You just decide I’m not good enough to be with and-“
“Oh, Alessandro no! You know that’s not-“
“Well, let me tell you something, if you think you’re going to keep me away from my baby-“
“No,” Bree promised. “You can see him anytime you want…at my apartment.”
He laughed bitterly and sniffled. “You know something ironic, Brianna? You’re probably the only woman who could have turned me into that man that you deem worthy of your love,” Alessandro walked towards the door and opened it.
“Daddy?” a small voice called out.
Both Alessandro and Bree turned to Will wearing identically stunned expressions.
“Can you stay wif me ‘till I go sleep ‘gain?”
Alessandro choked on a sob and left the room, slamming the door behind him.”
Source: The Vendetta
“He took a step back to distance himself from her wicked, mind-consuming scent. In the future if he wanted to bamboozle an opponent in the karate ring, all he had to do was splash on some eau de Christina.”
Source: The Time Traveler's Christmas
“He took a step closer to get a better look and felt somewhat dazed – a bit like he’d walked into a brick wall.”
Source: Love At Last
“He took a step closer to me, the laughter still dancing on his face. 'Feeling better today?'
I mumbled some noncommittal response.
'Good,' he said, either ignoring or hiding his amusement. 'But just in case, I wanted to give you this,' he added, pulling some papers from his tunic and extending them to me.
I bit the inside of my cheek as I stared down at the three pieces of paper. It was a series of five-lined... poems. There were five of them altogether, and I began sweating at words I didn't recognise. It would take me an entire day just to figure out what these words meant.
'Before you bolt or start yelling...' he said, coming around to peer over my shoulder. If I'd dared, I could have leaned back into his chest. His breath warmed my neck, the shell of my ear.
He cleared his throat and read the first poem.
There once was a lady most beautiful
Spirited, if a little unusual
Her friends were few
But how the men did queue
But to all she gave a refusal.
My brows rose so high I thought they'd touch my hairline, and I turned, blinking at him, our breath mingling as he finished the poem with a smile.
Without waiting for my response, Tamlin took the papers and stepped a pace away to read the second poem, which wasn't nearly as polite as the first. By the time he read the third poem, my face was burning. Tamlin paused before he read the fourth, then handed me back the papers.
'Final word in the second and fourth line of each poem,' he said, jerking his chin toward the papers in my hands.
Unusual. Queue. I looked at the second poem. Slaying. Conflagration.
'These are-' I stared.
'Your list of words was too interesting to pass up. And not good for love poems at all.' When I lifted my brow in silent inquiry, he said, 'We had contests to see who could write the dirtiest limericks while I was living with my father's war-band by the border. I don't particularly enjoy losing, so I took it upon myself to become good at them.'
I didn't know how he'd remembered that long list I'd compiled- I didn't want to. Sensing I wasn't about to draw an arrow and shoot him, Tamlin took the papers and read the fifth poem, the dirtiest and foulest of them all.
When he finished, I tipped back my head and howled, my laughter like sunshine shattering age-hardened ice.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“He took a step forward and laid one big hand on her shoulder. She felt the heat of him against her bare skin. That was one way to get her mind off her security.
"I'm sorry I freaked you out. This is a safe neighborhood. I really wouldn't worry."
Ally nodded, having trouble coming up with a coherent response while he touched her.
"You wanta stay for a little while?" It wasn't a hard question, but he hesitated long enough that she wondered what was going on inside his head. Finally, he let out a sigh.
"Yeah, I do want to stay which is why I'm going to go."
"I don't understand." She did, however take note that his hand had remained on her shoulder. For a man intent on going, he hadn't made a move to leave yet.
"I'm afraid if I stay, I won't want to leave."
Ally swallowed hard and leaned a bit closer to him. "Then, don't leave." She saw his chest rise and fall, watched his focus drop to her lips, before he brought it back up to her eyes.
"You don't do one-night stands."
"I said I hadn't in the past; not that I was opposed to having one... with you."
"This can't be anything more than tonight."
Pulse racing, Ally nodded. "I know.”
Source: Night with a SEAL
“He took a step toward her, than another, tentatively, gathering all his strength, as though about to throw a heavy switch that would, if his calculations were correct, bring light to a hundred cities and ten thousand darkened rooms. He was going to ask her to dance - that was all.”
“He took an enormous mouthful of grains, speaking around it. "You feen weddie?"
Gillian raised an eyebrow. "I don't speak moronese.”
Source: Dark Star
“He took both of my hands, twisting to face me more fully on the flattened box beneath us, and again the colors in his irises seemed to pulse with my heartbeat.”
Source: My Soul to Take
“He took comfort in the neon signs, the wild strands of jazz creeping out of clubs whenever happy swells of people pushed through the doors in their finery.”
“He took deep breaths. He wanted to sleep. At least in sleeping, he could find a kind of peace. At least in sleeping, he could dream about his dead friends and maybe, until the sun came up, feel like he wasn't all alone.”
Source: Guardian
“He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass.”
Source: The Great Gatsby
“He took each fact as it came and let it slip painlessly into the back of his mind, thinking, Okay, okay, I'll think about that one later; and that one; and that one; so that the alert, front part of his mind could remain free enough to keep him in command of the situation.”
Source: Revolutionary Road
“He took everything and I let him.
Demanding.
Feral.
Consuming.
Arthur was everywhere at once.
In my mind.
My heart.
My soul.
His taste.
His scent.
His heat.”
Source: Sin & Suffer