H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“He was a good man... No. He was a great man. A maester of the Citadel, chained and sworn, and Sworn Brother of the Night's Watch, ever faithful. When he was born they named him for a hero who had died too young, but though he lived a long long time, his own life was no less heroic. No man was wiser, or gentler, or kinder. At the Wall, a dozen lords commander came and went during his years of service, but he was always there to counsel them. He counseled kings as well. He could have been a king himself, but when they offered him the crown he told them they should give it to his younger brother. How many men would do that? He was the blood of the dragon, but now his fire has gone out. He was Aemon Targaryen. And now his watch is ended.”
Source: A Feast for Crows
“He was a good storyteller, but he told the kind of stories that made children run away from the village and adults look for a length of rope and some soap.”
Source: The Scriptlings
“He was a graduate of West Point, which is military academy that turns young men into homicidal maniacs for use in war.”
“He was a great individual. People that don't know Patrick [Ewing] and only see what they read in the paper don't know this is a man of great integrity, love for his teammates, and love for this organization.”
“He was a great man. And he was also me.”
“He was a great patriot, a humanitarian, a loyal friend; provided, of course, he really is dead.”
“He was a great poet" They lamented. No, he was not a great poet," said Theo, "He was a good poet, he could have been better. That's the real loss don't you see?”
“He was a grim. An unknown. And his aura made me want to be very, very naughty. With him. My desire was so blood-burning, throat-choking intense that I feared what would be left after that kind of love affair was all over.”
Source: Always Practice Safe Hex
“He was a guy who talked with commas, like a heavy novel. Over the phone anyway.”
Source: The Long Goodbye: A Novel
“He was a handsome man, not in the way of mercurial Cesare or the false angel, Morozzi, but with a calm steadiness that sat well upon him and shown in everything he did. The creations he drew from fire and air were possessed of great delicacy, but I was coming to realize that the man himself was as an oak, unshakable in the greatest storm.”
Source: Poison
“He was a hard man, but what else would he be? He had stood in the shield wall, he had watched the Danes come to the attack, and he had lived. He was no youngster.”
Source: The Empty Throne
“He was a hateful terrorist who will be missed by all.”
“He was a heavy breather. You could hear him puffing and blowing into the mike up there like some large and sweaty animal. I don't like that, never have. My father is like that on the telephone. A lot of heavy breathing in your ear, so you can almost smell the scotch and Pall Malls on his breath. It always seems unsanitary and somehow homosexual.”
Source: Rage
“He was a hero once, and it's the nature of heroes to throw themselves headlong into impossible odds, believing that somehow they'll come through them alive. The problem is that it's also in the nature of heroes to die, and I had no way of being sure that Sylvester didn't plan to do exactly that. I should know how heroes are. Somewhere along the way, I became one.”
Source: Late Eclipses
“He was a hero to his valet, who bullied him, and a terror to most of his relations, whom he bullied in turn. Only England could have produced him, and he always said that the country was going to the dogs. His principles were out of date, but there was a good deal to be said for his prejudices.”
Source: The Collected Works of Oscar Wilde
“He was a horrid-looking fellow. Fat as a pig he was, and his face was the colour of cottage cheese. His collar was unbuttoned and his silk tie was spotted with egg stain. His stomach stuck out like a sagging pillow and his little thin legs fell away under it to end in torn felt slippers. He was all bristly blond jowls, tiny puffy hands and long blond curly hair, like some monstrous baby swelled to man size.”
Source: The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne
“He was a horse of goodly countenance, rather expressive of vigilance than fire; though an unnatural appearance of fierceness was thrown into it by the loss of his ears, which had been cropped pretty close to his head.”
Source: Georgia scenes: characters, incidents, in the first half century of the republic
“He was a hot, hot former priest and she wanted to pull a Thorn Birds on his ass.”
Source: Inked
“He was a humanist then, he's a humanist now, and to my mind John Carlos is an authentic American hero.”
“He was
a jerk. Moody. But there had been brief moments that I’d spent with him—like a nanosecond—when I thought I might have seen the real Daemon. At
least a better Daemon. And that part made me curious. And the other side, the jerky one, yeah, that part didn’t make me curious.
It sort of excited me.”
“He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survive.”
Source: The Call of the Wild: Easyread Edition
“He was a kind of éminence grise, a political leader, in a clandestine movement. Everyone knows there are girls who go for that kind of thing. There are girls who go for Huysmanists, for that matter. I once met a girl -- a pretty, attractive girl -- who told me she fantasized about Jean-François Copé. It took me several days to get over it. Really, with girls today, all bets are off.”
Source: Soumission
“He was a Labour MP so I asked him if it was true the House of Commons was a form of poor relief for the otherwise unemployable...”
“He was a late night
shot of bourbon
the taste of him
left me burning
with mouth on fire
body full of desire.”
Source: Moon Gypsy
“He was a lawyer and he knew that it would be best to trust his journalist friend, but not to tell his own lawyer”
Source: SG - Suicide Game
“He was a liar, and she wanted the truth.”
“He was a lifelong Republican, but over the years, Harry Blackmun built a reputation as a liberal, sometimes defiant Justice, whose fierce protection of individual rights led some to anoint him the moral conscience of the court.”
“He was a little boy, and she was grown up. She huddled by the fire not daring to move, helpless and guilty, a big woman.”
Source: Peter Pan: Top 100 Classic Novels
“He was a living, breathing fantasy. Her own rock and roll fantasy at that! And every minute of every day it was getting more and more difficult to ignore the attraction brewing between them.”
Source: This Is Our Song
“He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear.”
Source: Animal Farm and 1984
“He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken. It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage.”
Source: Animal Farm and 1984
“He was a long, stripy policeman, who flowed out of his uniform at odd spots, as if Nature, setting out to make a constable, had had a good deal of material left over which she had not liked to throw away but hardly seemed able to fit into the general scheme.”
“He was… a lost apostrophe in search of a word to which he might belong”
Source: Gould's Book of Fish: A Novel in Twelve Fish
“He was a lovely man in many ways. But he kept on insisting on forgiving me when there was nothing to forgive.”
Source: Wise Children
“He was a loving father, but he did his loving in private. Quietly, he would tell his daughter to drive safely. On her wedding day, when he walked her down the aisle, he'd whisper the words to her. But today, above the noise, he would have to shout it.”
Source: Saving Poughkeepsie
“He was a machine, not feeling the grueling effects on his muscles as he made the slow crawl between targets, but the longer he was in the field, moving from kill to kill, the more he felt eyes on him.”
Source: Toxic Game
“He was "a magician, a magician in the sense that he took what was given and simply forced the conclusions logically out of it, whether it was algebra, geometry, or whatever. He had some way of forcing out the results that made him different from the rest of the people." Israel Halperin about von Neumann”
Source: Von Neumann, Morgenstern, and the Creation of Game Theory: From Chess to Social Science, 1900–1960
“He was a man, in short, who had arranged his own life to live comfortably, selfishly, and well on the personal side, so that he could give generously and impartially of his talens on the official side.”
Source: The Ballad of Lost C'mell
“He was a man, in short, who had arranged his own life to live comfortably, selfishly, and well on the personal side, so that he could give generously and impartially of his talents on the official side.”
Source: The Ballad of Lost C'mell
“He was a man. Just a man. Yet, you always knew he'd succeed. He made you be what he wanted you to be.”
Source: The Hero of Ages
“He was a man just doing his job.”
“He was a man more concerned with the truth than his arrest quota, a philosophy that would often have him skate on thin ice with the higher ups.”
Source: Chronic Passions
“He was a man of great statue”
“He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair)”
“He was a man of most subtle and refined intellect. A man of culture, charm, and distinction. One of the most intellectual men I ever met."
"I prefer a gentlemanly fool any day. There is more to be said for stupidity than people imagine. Personally I have a great admiration for stupidity. It is a sort of fellow-feeling, I suppose.”
Source: An Ideal Husband
“He was a man too busy to flush toilets.”
Source: A Regular Guy
“He was a man who felt too much, and his heart was so large that things got lost in it”
Source: Whichwood
“He was a man who had already died once.
There was no reason why he should feel any sense of responsibility or attachment to the world. To him, it was nothing more than a sheet of newspaper covered in the scribblings of cockroaches.”
Source: Life for Sale
“He was a man who loved kissing, nearly as much as he loved the act of intercourse itself. The kiss began as a gentle brush of dry, closed lips... the pressure increasing until he had gained the soft opening of her mouth... and then she felt the subtle intrusion of his tongue. Her head tippled back helplessly in the cradle of his palms, the sudden hammering of her heart sending the blood rushing through her veins, making her feel weak and hot. He took more of her, kissing her at every possible angle, searching deeply.
One of his hands eased over her front, passing lightly over her breasts, his thumb searching in vain for the point of her nipple through the thick padding of her corset. Craving the feel of her bare skin, he moved his fingers up to her throat, stroking the rapid throb of her pulse. His mouth slid from hers and traveled along her neck until he found the tender pulse point. Evie stiffened her legs, her hands gripping his shoulders to bolster her failing balance. With a low murmur, Sebastian gathered her more firmly against his body and sought her lips again. She could no longer hold back the pleading sounds in her throat, her mouth working frantically to draw in more of his taste, more of the warm male silk of his mouth, more---
The awkward sound of someone clearing his throat caused Evie to break the kiss with a gasp. Realizing that someone had entered the main room, Sebastian pulled her head against his chest, his thumb caressing the flushed curve of her cheek.”
Source: Devil in Winter
“He was a man who understood the virtue of small things.”