H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting nature–or rather mob justice–take its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn't hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words.”
“He was glad not to see a half-eaten corpse. Of course, it probably meant she became one of them.”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel
“He was glad of the smell of floor wax and fresh linen. But the room was full of dreadful religious artifacts. On the marble dresser stood a statue of the Virgin with the naked red heart on her breast, lurid, and disgusting to look at. A crucifix lay beside it, with a twisting, writhing body of Christ in natural colors even to the dark blood flowing from the nails in his hands. He looked at the bearded Jesus, the finger pointing to the crown of thorns around his heart. Maybe they were all crazy. Maybe he would go crazy himself if he didn't get out of this house.”
Source: The Witching Hour
“He was glad she had come; she was for him, as he for her, 'another place'.”
Source: The Message To The Planet
“He was glad that he had expressed to her, however blunderingly, what he felt. He was glad that he had held her hand.”
Source: The Message To The Planet
“He was gleamingly, smolderingly beautiful, like a pure medieval knight or a young King Arthur stepping off the pages of a painting.
Though it was always Lancelot who was shown with fair hair like Linden's, those long strands of dark gold and amber softening the hard planes of his warrior-strong face. Did Lancelot have a mouth like Linden's? Full and strong and sensual? Suggesting unspeakable delights if one could only unlock the man who possessed it?
Was it a mouth like this which undid Guinevere?”
Source: Once Upon a Midwinter's Kiss
“He was going home at last.'' - March”
Source: The Smoke Thieves
“He was going places, but those were places that she didn’t want to go.”
Source: Harp and the Lyre: Extraction
“He was going through one of those moments that you read about in books, when a character reacts in an unexpectedly extreme way to the normal discontents of living.”
Source: The Days of Abandonment
“He was going to be armed with his wand - which, just now, felt like nothing more than a narrow strip of wood - against a fifty-foot-high, scaly, spike-ridden, fire-breathing dragon.”
“He was going to be relentless. She could tell. This was a kid who prided himself on remembering customers, who would want to make conversation, who probably thought of himself as a charmer, who probably thought that he got tips because of his personality and not because his customers were scared to be assholes. Sure enough, he put a glass of water in front of her and leaned his elbows against the bar as if they were both people.”
Source: Just Like Home
“He was going to break my legs,” she said, her chin held high, the barest quaver in her voice. “Would you have come for me then, Kaz? When I couldn’t scale a wall or walk a tightrope? When I wasn’t the Wraith anymore?”
Dirtyhands would not. The boy who could get them through this, get their money, keep them alive, would do her the courtesy of putting her out of her misery, then cut his losses and move on.
“I would come for you,” he said, and when he saw the wary look she shot him, he said it again. “I would come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together—knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do. We never stop fighting.”
Source: Crooked Kingdom
“He was going to burn in hell for this, but he'd already had a place reserved in the hottest inferno...”
Source: Vendetta Road
“He was going to burn them.
He was going to burn them alive.
He could do it. He would do it. He must do it. This was his destiny now as the Empire's monster. And what good was a monster if it could not be made useful for killing?”
Source: The Crown's Dog
“He was going to destroy her. He nearly had before, but his vanity and his egocentrism had rendered him too myopic to truly see into the heart of her and do the damage that he'd craved. This time, she would not escape unscathed; he was going to make her suffer and do it so well that she might even grow to crave it—until it sent her plummeting. Until it left her broken and bleeding.
Until he ripped her heart out.”
Source: Quid Pro Quo
“He was going to die soon, you knew when you saw those eyes. There was no sign of life in his flesh, just the barest traces of what had once been a life. His body was like a dilapidated old house from which all furniture and fixtures have been removed and which awaited now only its final demolition.”
Source: Norwegian Wood
“He was going to get the American Dream that even Americans dream about.”
Source: The Sun Is Also a Star
“He was going to hurt the people he hated, but inside he didn't feel any real sense of satisfaction. He hated them all the more for having made him feel so small, so petty and mean, which was all he felt just then. But it wasn't enough to stop him.”
Source: The Lion and the Rose
“He was going to kill her. Either that or kiss her. Maybe both. Either option would land him in hot water, though.”
Source: Long Live the Rebel
“He was going to kiss her. The thought speared through her stunned mind as he closed the distance between them and brushed his warm lips over hers.
The rush was like plunging from the high point of a roller coaster: sheer exhilaration, breathlessness, half a heart attack.
She made a sound. She hadn't meant it to be encouraging, but it so obviously was, he kissed her deeper.
Nobody kissed like Harper. God, she'd almost forgotten how he would begin slow and soft and seduce her mouth little by little until she was hopelessly lost, until she was ruthlessly conquered.”
Source: Deathmarch
“He was going to live in New York, and be known at every restaurant and café, wearing a dress suit from early evening to early morning, sleeping away the dull hours of the forenoon.”
Source: This Side of Paradise
“He was going to make her his…”
Source: Sentinel of Darkness
“He was going to make this right.
And then he was going to make her his.”
Source: Sentinel of Darkness
“He was going to miss everything. But he guessed that was how everybody always felt. Everyone was losing things, leaving things behind, clinging to old memories as they rushed into the future. Everyone was a passenger on a runaway train.”
Source: Railhead
“He was going to suck my blood!”
“Which is what we do to anyone when we say we’ll be hurt if they don’t live our way.”
Source: Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah
“He was going to take a dive into this lake. He just didn’t know it. Cerise rose, finding footing in the soft mud. The water came up to just below her breasts and her wet shirt stuck to her body. William’s gaze snagged on her chest. Yep, keep looking, Lord Bill. Keeeeeep looking.”
Source: Bayou Moon
“He was golden and beautiful as a sunset.”
“He was gone, and she was broken hearted, that was all that mattered.”
“He was good and then really good and then bad and then really bad, but since he was good I got lost in the thought that I could fix it.”
“He was good in business, but there was business left to do. He never said he loved me, guess he thought I knew.”
“He was good-looking. Enough to make me feel uncomfortable. Tall and dark, etc.”
Source: Mr. Fox
“He was gorgeous, and I absolutely, no question, had to be drooling. After a quick and hopefully stealthy check – big show, I wasn’t!- I found myself wonder what color his eyes were. Brown maybe. Or even hazel. Either way…wow, just wow. Deer? Headlights? Hi, I’m Ali.”
“He was grand in his convictions. He would stride forward to meet his own destruction.”
“He was grotesque, really. But joy radiated from his homespuns when you walked beside him. It welled out; it enveloped you.”
Source: Parade's End
“He was guided by what he saw rather than by what he wanted to believe.”
Source: A Fire Upon The Deep
“He was half again my size, but when we embraced, I felt like I was holding him up, and it was all I could do to remain standing. He buried his face in my hair, his body shaking against me with the spasmodic rhythm of unrestrained sobs. It was almost more than I could bear gracefully.”
Source: Stray
“He was half my soul, as the poets say”
Source: The Song of Achilles
“He was half-white and half-Korean, but when asked about his ethnicity, he always said Hawaiian, a declaration of racial neutrality that, more often than not, let him avoid further inquest.”
“He was halfway to the house, thinking to set the cabbage inside the kitchen door,when a brown blur thundered past him.
Joanna Robbins tore out of the barn astride a magnificent chestnut quarter horse. She leaned forward in the saddle,hat flopping against her back, hair streaming out behind her in a wild curly mass as she urged her mount to a full-out gallop. Unable to do anything but stare, Crockett stood dumbstruck as she raced past.
She was the most amazing horsewoman he'd ever seen. Joanna Robbins. The shy creature who claimed painting and reading were her favorite pastimes had just bolted across the yard like a seasoned jockey atop Thoroughbred. She might have inherited her mother's grace and manners, but the woman rode like her outlaw father.Maybe better.”
Source: Stealing the Preacher
“He was handsome and strong, but somehow that wasn't enough for him. He also felt the need to be tough and inured to hardship... But how was he to come by that quality in this luminous garden, where all manner of fruit was to be had for the picking?”
Source: The Neverending Story
“He was handsome... she would give him that. Although not in the way of Theo, who had been blessed with the refined features and golden hair of a young Apollo. Devon Ravenel's dark good looks were bold and raffish, weathered with a cynicism that made him look every bit his twenty-eight years. She felt a shock every time she looked up into his eyes, the blue of a rough winter ocean, the vivid irises rimmed with blue-black. His face was smooth shaven, but the lower half was shadowed with a beard grain that even the sharpest razor would not completely remove.”
Source: Cold-Hearted Rake
“He was handsome then if never before, bound for one of those immortal moments which come so radiantly that their remembered light is enough to see by for years.”
Source: The Beautiful and Damned: American Literature
“He was happily married - but his wife wasn't.”
“He was having an illicit affair... with his own mate.”
Source: Lover Reborn: A Novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood
“He was having more fun than a barrelful of monkeys.* *Several years earlier Spider had actually been tremendously disappointed by a barrelful of monkeys. It had done nothing he had considered particularly entertaining, apart from emit interesting noises, and eventually, once the noises had stopped and the monkeys were no longer doing anything at all—except possibly on an organic level—had needed to be disposed of in the dead of night.”
“He was, he admitted, a man who liked to have his cake and eat it too.”
Source: The Touch
“He was healthier than the rest of us, but when you listened with the stethoscope you could hear the tears bubbling inside his heart.”
“He was heartbroken, I say.
Heartbroken, he repeats. Of course. That's the great myth Edward Monkford's spun around himself, isn't it? The tormented genius who lost the love of his life and became an arch-minimalist as a result.
You don't think that's right?
I know it isn't.”
Source: The Girl Before
“He was Henry Ford and John D. Rockefeller on steroids. Sure, he was stuck up just like any rich snob was, but only to those whom he thought of as a threat to him.”
Source: Opium Warfare
“He was her dream. Her fairytale prince in scuffed up cowboy boots. The only man she wanted for the rest of time.”
Source: Luke