H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“He was her enemy, and she hated him because she could not hate him enough.”
Source: Darkhenge
“He was her father after all. True, a father whose funeral rite she planned to dance at and toast with ale, but her father just the same.”
Source: A Tale of Two Dragons
“He was her fire, had always been from the start, his burning, radiant spirit, a beacon worthy of following.”
Source: Red Clay, Running Waters
“He was here, alone. This was his place, all of it! The snow, the ice, the sun, the sky! He breathed deeply, inhaling it all inside him, so it would be part of him always.”
Source: Yeti Boy
“He was here! And he was performing live and in-person girl porn—household tasks!”
Source: The One You Want
“He was here, by and with and in my body. He lives in me like trauma does. If you ever fall in love, you’ll be a person who was in love for the rest of your life.”
Source: The Ministry of Time
“He was here. Nice to have someone to hold my hand in the end.
"Valkyrie, I need to lift you. This is going to hurt." His arms slid underneath my body.
I screamed. Almost gone. I struggled. Needed to tell him not to worry. It wasn't his fault. Don't bother trying to save me. Hurts too much.
"What is it, Valkyrie? You have to stop struggling." His head hovered above my mouth.
"There's nothing... left to save.”
Source: Struck
“He was hers. Hers, no matter what the stories said. He wasn't heartbroken and lovelorn, he didn't belong in some tragic fairytale. He was hers.”
Source: On Silver Winds
“He was hers.
To have and hold. Not forever, maybe--not forever, for sure--and not figuratively. But literally. And now. Now, he was hers. And he wanted her to touch him. He was like a cat who pushes its head under your hands.”
Source: Eleanor & Park
“He was hiding from his problems in a bottle, something that went against every piece of my nature. Me? I couldnʹt let my problems win without a fight.”
“He was highly annoyed by the series of triumphs by the marvelous colored American runner, Jesse Owens. People whose antecedents came from the jungle were primitive, Hitler said with a shrug; their physiques were stronger than those of civilized whites and hence should be excluded from future games.”
Source: Inside the Third Reich
“He was highly spoken of, everybody knew; but nobody knew who had spoken highly of him…”
Source: The Rector
“He was himself a case in point, and perhaps not a rare one, for his spirit, it seemed, had been burned out of him but he was yet walking.”
Source: Cold Mountain: A Novel
“He was his own leftover, the spat-out scrag. He was what his brain could make nothing of.”
“he was home on his own and listening to the sort of music he needed to listen to when he felt like this, music that seemed to find the sore spot in him and press up hard against it...”
Source: About a Boy
“He was horrible and fascinating all at once, like a scorpion prepared to strike, all angles and sharp lines and menace.”
Source: Nevermore
“He was horrible to me," I say firmly.
Mama waves a hand. "That doesn't mean anything. You know, they say boys are meanest to the girls they like the best."
"I hate that saying. Meanness is meanness. To tell a girl that there's some sort of benevolent action behind it all is to say that it's okay for her to be victimized."
Mama stares up at me for a moment, then shakes her head. "You're right, pumpkin. I don't know why I said that."
JoJo snorts again. Because you and I were raised with 'boys will be boys' tossed in our faces." She sits back in her chair and turns her face to the sunlight. "I say it should be 'dicks will be dicks, and a misbehaving dick deserves a knee to the balls.”
Source: Dear Enemy
“He was HOT. I sometimes forgot that since I'd been careful to shove him in the "boss box".”
Source: Bad Intentions
“He was human, and his human nature made him curious of how it felt to truly feel again.”
Source: Shadows of Reality
“He was humbled by her infinite love toward him - it shone through even in his afterlife.”
“He was hungry, and his first thought was to collect a dozen or two gulls’ eggs to make a meal. But embryo chicks were forming in all of them. So he rowed out to do some fishing and was more succesful. He lived on fish from day to day and sang and whiled the time away and ruled over the island. When it rained he too shelter beneath a splendid overhangig rock. At night he slept on a patch of grass and the sun never set.”
Source: Dreamers
“He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observer- excellent for drawing the veil from men's motives and actions. But for the trained observer to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his.”
Source: The Complete Sherlock Holmes
“He was ignorant, but a lot of people mistook ignorance for stupidity, and knowingness for intelligence.”
Source: The Blind Side: Evolution of a Game
“He was impolite while making a point? This is Vlad the Impaler. His points usually come at the end of a long pole.”
“He was important. That’s the complete definition of his being. But the truth is, I’m important too. We lose ourselves in people the moment we intertwine. We justify things they do wrong and fall in love with things they do right. We justify little jabs, little words, little white lies with thinking they’re normal. They’re not. When you fall in love with someone, you want them happy. Their happiness makes you happy. That’s love. And since I was in love, I thought I was actually wrong. I would reward him when he treated me horribly. I would love him harder when he threw toxicity. It was dangerous. Vile. Absolutely terrifying that someone could make you feel so immensely cold, but so crazy in love. That’s emotional abuse.”
“He was impossibly gorgeous. I had trouble taking it in at times”
Source: The Crossfire Series Books 1-3 by Sylvia Day
“He was impregnably armored by his good intentions and his ignorance.”
“He was impressed by her stillness. Her calm willingness to allow him such liberties.
To reward her, he leaned forward, just enough so he could press his lips to her shoulder. Touching the tip of his tongue to her skin, he reveled in the sound of her breath catching with pleasure. She tasted salty and sweet. Innocent. Pure.
A delicate shudder passed through her, and she turned her head toward him. Her lips were parted and swollen, as though she'd been worrying them with her teeth. The thick drift of her lashes was still lowered over her gaze.
"My lord?" she said in a whispered plea.
"Do you enjoy the feel of my hands on your body?"
"Yes."
He kept one hand pressed to her lower back as he stepped around to her side, where he could better observe her full reactions. His other hand slid over her hip and across the gentle curve of her belly. Her body quivered.
"Are you afraid?" he asked as he moved to cup her full breast in his hand.
"Yes," she replied in a weakened voice. Her spine softened, and her chin lowered by a fraction. "But I love the way you frighten me.”
Source: The Untouchable Earl
“He was impressed with his father's fiction and noticed certain stylistic tics that he shared, and figured it was genetic. Why would genes determine only physical traits, eye color and left-handedness? Why not other, more subtle, bodiless proclivities such as a love of the semicolon and a propensity to string modifying clauses ad infinitum?”
Source: Bucky F*cking Dent
“He was in a beastly hole. But decency demanded that he shouldn't act in panic. He had a mechanical, normal panic that made him divest himself of money. Gentlemen don't earn money. Gentlemen, as a matter of fact, don't do anything. They exist. Perfuming the air like Madonna lilies. Money comes into them as air through petals and foliage. Thus the world is made better and brighter. And, of course, thus political life can be kept clean!... So you can't make money.”
Source: Parade's End
“He was in a fairy kingdom where everything was possible.
He looked up at the sky. And the sky was a fairy realm like the earth. It was clearing, and over the tops of the trees clouds were swiftly sailing as if unveiling the stars.”
“He was in a mood to play. I would show him how.”
Source: The Smitten Sky: An Enemies to Lovers Dark Fantasy Romance
“He was in a room of the Gesshuuji, which he had thought it would be impossible to visit. The approach of death had made the visit easy, had unloosed the weight that held him in the depths of being. It was even a comfort to think, from the light repose the struggle up the hill had brought him, that Kiyoaki, struggling against illness up that same road, had been given wings to soar with by the denial that awaited him.”
“He was in a slow-motion mood-one of my favorites, though it meant i'd be driven crazy before we were done.”
“He was in a terrible state- that of consciousness.”
Source: The Information
“He was in awe of the thirst that people had for someone to tell them that everything was going to be all right. He marveled at the gullibility and vulnerability of his fellow humans. No wonder the churches called them sheep. They were woolly-headed pack animals being herded around for the benefit of whoever knew how to control the dogs.”
“He was in blue jeans and a work shirt, which is another weird quirk of Rich Old Men. Just one of the guys here. Blue jeans and a work shirt, salt of the earth, working man like yourself. Like they're somehow uncomfortable about being rich enough to sleep in a bed made of vaginas being pulled around the town at night by a fleet of gold-covered midgets.”
“He was in conflict with himself. There was no enjoyment in the thought that he had escaped a great danger, and in the midst of his uneasy reflections he had a sudden breathless conviction that she made him feel old because he loved her. Then he felt a hatred of himself, gathering into one mighty heap all the fierce and bitter hatred he had cherished for others and pouring it out on himself.”
Source: Dr. Mabuse, Der Spieler
“He was in despair."
"What about?"
"Nothing."
"How do you know it was nothing?"
"He has plenty of money.”
“He was in every inch of her home and hearth, and in the very fabric of the world itself.”
Source: Wisteria
“He was in hell. Worse than that, he was in hell, and someone had set it on repeat.”
Source: Destroyer of Worlds
“He was in his chair in the corner, resting a second before he came out for the next round -- in a long line of next rounds. The thing he was fighting, you couldn't whip it for good. All you could do was keep on whipping it, till you couldn't come out anymore and somebody else had to take your place.”
Source: One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest: 50th Anniversary Edition
“He was in his mid-thirties, tall and pale and thin, with long, sandy hair and rimless glasses, dressed in brown polyester pants, cheap brown shoes, and a light tan shirt. He looked like someone had put a wig on a giraffe and run it through the local Target.”
Source: The Whisperers
“He was in love, and never had he felt such kindness towards another person. Never had he received such kindness. Maybe the private life wasn't forever. Maybe everyone got it for a little while and then spend the rest of their lives remembering.”
Source: Bel Canto
“He was in love with every pretty woman he saw now, their forms at a distance, their shadows on the walls.”
Source: Tender is the Night
“He was in love with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass.”
“He was in love, and people in that condition did stupid, unfathomable things. They were all flawed, every single one.”
Source: The Story Sisters: A Novel
“He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.”
Source: Peony in Love
“He was in my nose, my mouth, on my skin, inside my cells, deep in the marrow of my bones. Just then, he was everything to me.”
Source: Twice as Hot
“He was in one of those moments of supreme self-contained enjoyment in which the artist sees nothing in the world except art and sees the world through art”
Source: The Hunchback of Notre-Dame