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 man who was charged with the work he did in life because he was not one to ask questions — not so much on account of any natural quality of discretion as because he simply could never think of any questions to ask.”
“He was a man who would never ask for sympathy. He was a man who sought only to do what was right. Such people appear in the world, every world, now and then, like a single refrain of some blessed song, a fragment caught on the spur of an otherwise raging cacophony. Imagine a world without such souls. Yes, it should have been harder to do.”
“He was a man who wrote, who interpreted the world. Wisdom grew out of being handed just the smallest sliver of emotion. A glance could lead to paragraphs of theory.”
Source: The English Patient
“He was a man with a vision- and an extraordinary vision it was..”
Source: Yours Legally
“He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.”
“He was a man, that he always performed his promises, that he had never said he would return.”
“He was a man. Men always had lewd thoughts. It was perfectly natural and normal”
“He was a maniac utterly devoted to loving me, and I loved him in return, unapologetically.”
Source: Vine: Book of Poetry
“He was a married man - it was too cruel, too calculating, too bloody unfair of him to pursue her in cold blood.”
Source: Let's Meet on Platform 8 / A Whiff of Scandal
“He was a martyr of peace but was the victim of hate. If people can't let go of the hatred of their enemies they risk sowing the seeds of hate among themselves.”
“He was a master in the art of spreading boredom and playing the clumsy fool-though never so egregiously that people might enjoy making fun of him or use him as the butt of some crude practical joke inside the guild. He succeeded in being considered totally uninteresting. People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.”
Source: Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
“He was a mess of scars like the sky was a mess of stars.”
Source: We Hunt the Flame
“He was a mystery to her, and every time she tried to solve him it caused her a little more pain. But when she tired to give him up he pursued her in her thoughts, stronger each time.”
“He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.”
“He was a nice fellow,” Williams says. “He could be charming. He had his girlfriend, I had mine. But to me, sex is just a natural thing. We’d had sex a few times. Didn’t bother me. Didn’t bother him. I had my girlfriend, and he had his. It was just an occasional, natural thing that happened.” The expressions on the jurors’ faces suggest they do not find this arrangement natural at all.”
Source: Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil
“He was a nice guy, middle-aged, a little tired, like most doctors usually seemed to be, but he just nodded and said, "Let me take a look at him. Shane?" "I'm not dropping my pants," Shane said. "I just thought I'd say that up front.”
Source: Ghost Town: The Morganville Vampires
“He was a nifty dancer and his charm bowled her over.”
Source: Ritualistic Murder
“He was a nightmare but he was gentle.”
Source: Wicked Saints
“He was a nobody. Yet and still, he held the gun and therfore all of the power.”
“He was a nuanced mosaic of varied influences, pulling into one body the lush humility of southern rap stalwarts like OutKast and Goodie Mob, the lyrical dexterity of Nas and Eminem, and the straight-ahead tough talk of Pusha T and Killer Mike.”
Source: The Butterfly Effect: How Kendrick Lamar Ignited the Soul of Black America
“He was a parade all by himself, a burst of dazzle and jingle, Santa Claus drinking his whiskey straight and groaning with a bellyache... Babe Ruth made the music that his joyous years danced to in a continuous party... What Babe Ruth is comes down, one generation handing it down to the next, as a nation heirloom.”
“He was a paranormal investigator. Yes, a ghost hunter, although he never liked to use that terminology. As far as he was concerned, it was inappropriate. He didn’t really hunt ghosts, although he did search for them.”
Source: A Ghost In New Orleans
“He was a patient with a diagnosis that he couldn't understand.”
Source: The Dream Thieves (The Raven Cycle, Book 2)
“He was a philosopher, if you know what that was.’
‘A man who dreams of fewer things than there are in heaven and earth,’ said the Savage promptly.
‘Quite so…”
Source: Brave New World
“He was a phoenix of blood, rising from the ashes of those who had fallen and suffered before him.”
Source: Black Beast
“He was a physicist, more precisely an astrophysicist, diligent and eager but without illusions: the Truth lay beyond, inaccessible to our telescopes, accessible to the initiates. This was a long road which he was traveling with effort, wonderment, and profound joy. Physics was prose: elegant gymnastics for the mind, mirror of Creation, the key to man's dominion over the planet; but what is the stature of Creation, of man and the planet? His road was long and he had barely started up it, but I was his disciple: did I want to follow him?”
“He was a piece of myself that had always been missing. I just hadn’t known it until he’d started to look at me like I was his, like we belonged together.”
Source: Entangled
“He was a pitiful thing. He had always been a pitiful thing. Why had she never seen that before? There was a hollow place inside her where her fear had been.”
Source: A Game of Thrones
“He was a player. She didn’t play. And, if she did, it would have been for keeps.”
Source: Circles of Separation
“He was a player that hasn't had to use his legs even when he was nineteen years of age because his first two yards were in his head.”
“He was a poet -oh all men are when they're in love.”
“He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown-up.”
Source: The Little White Bird
“He was a poison snake, and I was another, and on such terms we pleased ourselves.”
Source: Circe
“He was a practical man: give him a sensitive technical instrument, and he could maintain it; something broken, and he could mend it, meditatively, efficiently. But confronted by his grieving wife, he felt useless.”
Source: The Light Between Oceans
“He was a precocious and delicate little boy, quivering with the malaise of being unloved. When we played, his child's heart would come into its own, and the troubled world where his vague hungers went unfed and mothers and fathers were dim and far away--too far away to ever reach in and touch the sore place and make it heal--would disappear, along with the world where I was not sufficiently muscled or sufficiently gallant to earn my own regard.”
“He was a priest now, pagan, half-naked in the night, performing obscure rites of interment. Or he was the lead player in his own novel, or in one of those new arcade games William loved, compelled to repeat some totemic motion until he got it right. Only once did he feel, as he had on New Year's Eve, that someone was standing among the trees, watching. Well, let him watch, damn it. Something was being enacted here, as if it had been this deeper mission calling Mercer home all along. And now that he'd completed it, maybe he would be allowed to advance through to the next level, to a world where no one got shot.”
Source: City on Fire
“He was a prince. He was fickle. He was rude. He was arrogant. I knew better. I was lowborn. He was WRONG. I didn't even like him.”
Source: First Year
“He was a prince of the Ming dynasty. His family was very rich and very powerful. His father and grandfather were painters and famous calligraphers, and little Zhu Da had inherited their gift. So just imagine, one day, when he wasn't even eight years old yet, he drew a flower, a simple lotus flower floating on a pond. His drawing was beautiful that his mother decided to hang it in their salon. She claimed that thanks to the drawing you could feel a fresh little breeze in the huge room and you could even smell the flower's perfume when you walked by the drawing. Can you imagine? Even the perfume! And his mother was surely not an easy person to please... With both a husband and a father who were artists, she must have seen a few things by then...”
Source: Hunting and Gathering
“He was a prince. There was no hope in saying yes to the boy with the garnet eyes who left me reckless and confused at every turn. There was no future with him. None. Darren had duty. To the Crown. Gods only knew Priscilla and Blayne had spent enough time reminding me of that.”
Source: Apprentice
“He was a product of a culture where it was generally counterproductive to hold grudges.”
“He was a professional rugby player in the area that I played as a youngster. So a lot of people who I went to school with knew who he was and knew that he was black. So I would get racist taunts in school.”
“He was a punk, she did ballet. What more can I say.”
“He was a puzzle. And Hyacinth hated puzzles. Well, no, in truth she loved them. Provided, of course, that she solved them.”
Source: It's in his kiss
“He was a quiet man, Eric Cantona, but he was a man of few words.”
“He was a rake among scholars, and a scholar among rakes.”
“He was a relieved man; he was an angry man.”
Source: The Matlock Paper
“He was a respectable scholar in five or six languages, a musician of some skill and more understanding, something of an expert in toxicology, a collector of rare editions, an entertaining man-about-town, and a common sensationalist. He had been seen at half-past twelve on a Sunday morning walking in Hyde Park in a top-hat and frock-coat, reading the News of the World. His passion for the unexplored led him to hunt up obscure pamphlets in the British Museum, to unravel the emotional history of income tax collectors, and to find out where his own drains led to.”
Source: Clouds of Witness
“He was a restless soul, competitive, calculating, always thinking about business. 'He wouldn't be able to sit still five minutes,' a longtime colleague recalled before McLean's death. 'You'd either have to play gin rummy with him or discuss business with him.”
Source: The Box: How the Shipping Container Made the World Smaller and the World Economy Bigger
“He was a river to her sandstone resolution. He flowed and she eroded.”
Source: The Artist’s Redemption
“He was a romantic in his own harsh way…yet he was also realist enough to know that some times love actually did conquer all.”
Source: The Dark Tower II: The Drawing of the Three