H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“He was, in other words, a bit of a dork — a dork who saved lives on a daily basis, but still a dork. Which was good. Nora liked dorks, and she felt one herself, and it helped make her get over the fundamental peculiarity of being with a husband you were only just getting to know.”
Source: The Midnight Library
“He was in paradise”
Source: The Strange Land
“He was in Poland to participate in the NATO conference, President [Barack] Obama did respond well to the back-to-back killings, as well as to the attacks on Dallas police officers that followed.”
“He was in the early stages of grief for someone he had never known.”
Source: Show Them a Good Time
“He was in the right place at the right time, but he might have been elsewhere on a different afternoon.”
“He was in uniform, gun at his hip, expression dialed to Dirty Harry, and just looking at him had something pinging low in Chloe’s belly.”
“He was in very truth his own God, and a more splendid God than the God that stank of incense and was quartered in churches.”
Source: Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
“He was incapable of anticipating to-morrow's griefs.”
“He was incorrigible, yet you can’t help but love him. His devil-may-care attitude, his brash nature and his vivaciousness aligned with his self-assertive and fearless nature gave birth to a Star who most people will, never, ever see the likes of. People like Sixteen-String Jack are wild, untameable and impossible to forget.”
Source: Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe
“He was indeed the epitome of contemporary scientists who, like Mathieu and Einstein himself, as soon as they had achieved some decisive scientific triumph, would start immediately to sign every possible protest against its consequences, running in circles and tearing their hair, whining that theirs was “labor of love,” a pure, disinterested pursuit and that, in Kaiser Wilhelm’s words after he saw the carnage of the First World War, which he had started, “ich habe das nicht gewollt,” that “this is not what I wanted.” Mathieu hated them almost as much as he hated himself. He was one of them, a full ranking member of the club, and this awareness was eating him alive. His only trace of dignity lay in the fact that he was not lying to himself about it. He knew that research, scientific pursuit was a compulsion, and inner must, and an addiction and that the attitude that consists in passing the buck to society as far as the practical consequences of ”pure,” “disinterested,” scientific accomplishment were concerned was mere whitewash, alibi and a refusal to acknowledge both responsibility and self indulgence.”
“He was inordinately proud of England and he abused her incessantly.”
Source: Delphi Collected Works of H. G. Wells (Illustrated)
“He was interested in the shadow herself - how her mind worked, what motivated her, her essence, how she came to be. It was a fascinating phenomenon.”
Source: Shadow Touched
“He was into the skating culture now and I was into, well, I'm not sure what I was into. I was into roaming around on my own, and I enjoyed it.”
Source: Underdog
“He was intrigued by the power of words, not the literary words that filled the books in the library but the sharp, staccato words that went into the writing of news stories. Words that went for the jugular. Active verbs that danced and raced on the page.”
Source: I Am the Cheese
“He was invaded by an unreasoning calm, which he interpreted as an omen that nothing new was going to happen, that everything he had done in his life had been in vain, that he could not go on: it was the end.”
Source: Love in the Time of Cholera
“He was jealous, fearful and tender,
He loved me like God's only light,
And that she not sing of the past times
He killed my bird colored white.
He said, in the lighthouse at sundown:
"Love me, laugh and write poetry!"
And I buried the joyous songbird
Behind a round well near a tree.
I promised that I would not mourn her.
But my heart turned to stone without choice,
And it seems to me that everywhere
And always I'll hear her sweet voice.”
“He was jealous of her future, and she of his past.”
Source: DELTA OF VENUS EROTICA
“He was Jimi Hendrix! He didn't sound like anybody else but himself. He was like Charlie Parker in his way of playing, he played well, he was a person that made waves. When you heard Jimi Hendrix you knew it was Jimi Hendrix, he introduced himself in his instrument... You know, many radio stations play records and a lot of the times they don't call out the names who you just listened to, but when they play Jimi Hendrix, you don't have to tell me, [you know] it's Jimi Hendrix.”
“He was jingling his keys in the pocket of his coat -- one of those barn coats described as rugged and classic and four hundred dollar that were usually worn by people who spend more time in Land Rovers than barns.”
Source: Forever
“He was just a coward and that was the worst luck any many could have.”
Source: The Hemingway Collection
“He was just a loser with a credit card.
Maybe in the past I never realized that. Hell, maybe I'd been the kind of guy who thought money equaled class. Maybe I thought the air of arrogance Zach wore as armor made him superior to others.
And then I fell in love with a girl who was the epitome of the opposite of my world.
She shattered everything I thought I knew. And though she might be the one wearing glasses, it was me who was finally seeing clearly.”
Source: #Hater
“He was just a rare, nice boy — far too agreeable to make himself agreeably attractive; far too caring for girls to ever care about him; and far too sweet to ever be considered the sweetness in somebody’s life.”
Source: Harp and the Lyre: Exposed
“He was just a word for me. I did not see the man in the name any more than you do. Do you see him? Do you see the story? Do you see anything? It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream - making a vein attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams... No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence - that which makes its truth, its meaning - its subtle and penetrating essence. We live, as we dream, alone...”
Source: Heart of Darkness
“He was just beautiful. She'd never known a man could be beautiful, but he definitely was.”
Source: Dark Desire
“He was just being a guy. He saw an opportunity to get some free action and took it. I'm perfectly capable of kicking a guy in the balls, B. I didn't need you to go all fangs and claws on him."
Every guy in the room cringed at Jen's words except Decebel. He was unmovable at this point.
"He was just being a guy? He was just BEING A GUY?" Decebel roared. "He touched you! He had his hands on you, on your -"
"Girly bits?" Jen offered oh so helpfully.
Decebel's mouth tightened. "Yes, Jennifer. He had his hand on your girly bits. That is not 'just being a guy,' that's being an ass.”
Source: Just One Drop
“He was just drifting off when he heard her soft whisper. "Cooper?"
"Still here." Maybe she'd changed her mind about the sheet. The thought made his body twitch. Yeah, she was going to toss that damn thing aside and roll toward him. She'd wrap that hot little bod tight to his, and he'd ---
"Thank you." Breanne said very quietly.
He blinked. "Thank you? He slid his hand down to cup himself. Still hard. Nope, he hadn't missed anything...”
Source: Get A Clue
“He was just hungry, Papa. He's going to die. He's going to die anyway. He's so scared, Papa. The man squatted and looked at him. I'm scared, he said. Do you understand? I'm scared. The boy didn't answer. He just sat there with his head down, sobbing. You're not the one who has to worry about everything. The boy said something but he couldn't understand him. What? He said. He looked up, his wet and grimy face. Yes I am, he said. I am the one.”
“He was just like summer, and she loved summer. If she had any wish, it would be to live a lifetime of summers.”
“He was just like the rest of them, those who thought strength was simply a measure of how hard you swung your sword. He underestimated her resilience. He equated her niceness with weakness.
“Then we shall show him just how wrong he is,” growled Silla, turning on her heel.”
Source: The Road of Bones
“He was just looking for acceptance. A better offer came along, and he hit the ground running. I can’t allow my hopes to work up again, to tarnish my dream for a love like my grandparents’ by pathetically pining after someone who not only is too blind to recognize true affection, but who has never believed in love at all.
That’s one glaring difference between Grandma’s and my quests: Grandpa’s faith in love never wavered. And I deserve more than an unsure heart.”
Source: The Crush
“He was just Thane. Timeless. Ageless. Magic. The world turned around him.”
Source: Tempted by Fire
“He was just trying to tease me - I knew that later - but he said he'd have to leave because it wasn't fair to have anyone in the room who was going to make fun of what he had to say. He had a good sense of humor, really.”
“He was justifying his existence, than which life can do no greater; for life achieves its summit when it does to the uttermost that which it was equipped to do.”
Source: White Fang (Arcadia Classics)
“He was kind of a fringe NFL guy. Some people think in the right situation he might have stuck for a bunch of years. The reality is he didn't, and he took, I guess, chicken parts and made chicken salad.”
“He was kind. People bothered him. He thought we should be more concerned with the world around us and how our actions would affect things years down the road.”
Source: The Raven Boys
“He was kindhearted, in a way. You know the sort of kind heart: it made him uncomfortable more often than it made him do anything; and even when he did anything, it did not prevent him from grumbling, losing his temper and swearing (mostly to himself).”
Source: Tales from the Perilous Realm
“He was known to hit low, drive upward from the hips, and flip other boys over his shoulder and onto their backs, knocking the wind out of them on the glass-littered asphalt, sometimes causing a fumble and always inciting cheers from onlookers up and down the street––especially when he punctuated the hit with the words "Patent that!"...This permissible violence was unique in that it elicited respect from the victim rather than calls for retribution.”
Source: The Short and Tragic Life of Robert Peace: A Brilliant Young Man Who Left Newark for the Ivy League
“He was large, but I was a goddess, and we were of a height. “I need your cloak,” I said to him, “and your tunic, at once.”
His eyes narrowed, and I could see the reflexive no in them. I would come to know this type of man, jealous of his little power, to whom I was only a woman.”
“He was laughing, chin up, and shaking his head. God the Father was exploding in his face with a glory of sunlight through painted glass, a glory that moved with his movements to consume and exalt Abraham and Isaac and then God again.”
Source: The Spire
“He was leaning against the ledge of an open lattice, but not looking out: his face was turned to the interior gloom. The fire had smouldered to ashes; the room was filled with the damp, mild air of the cloudy evening; and so still, that not only the murmur of the beck down Gimmerton was distinguishable, but its ripples and its gurgling over the pebbles, or through the large stones which it could not cover. I uttered an ejaculation of discontent at seeing the dismal grate, and commenced shutting the casements, one after another, till I came to his.
'Must I close this?' I asked, in order to rouse him; for he would not stir.
The light flashed on his features as I spoke. Oh, Mr. Lockwood, I cannot express what a terrible start I got by the momentary view! Those deep black eyes! That smile, and ghastly paleness! It appeared to me, not Mr. Heathcliff, but a goblin; and, in my terror, I let the candle bend towards the wall, and it left me in darkness.”
Source: Wuthering Heights
“He was leaning forward like the world's cutest football coach, his elbows on his knees, his eyebrows raised. He was polite. He was listening to her. He was ridiculously hot. He was killing her.”
“He was led by the girl to a courtyard that gave off a lavish look. Such was the grace of the place that it would have been demeaned if a common traveler were to find shelter here.”
Source: The Thugs & a Courtesan
“He was Lenin in a Lamborghini. He was Gandhi with a gun”
Source: The Rise of Shams
“He was like a book, where each chapter picks up pace until you can't put it down. That's when you know you've made a friend - when you want to read more of his story.”
Source: Still Point
“He was like a child with haemophilia: every contact drew blood.”
“He was like a crow picking up waste from dustbins (rendered useless by progress)”
“He was like a friend made on board ship, on the high seas; now we had come to his home port.”
Source: Brideshead Revisited
“He was like a lot of Warmbloods, massive and showy and a bit of a dumb jock...”
Source: Half Pass
“He was like a man who had served a term in prison or had been to Harvard College or had left for a long time with foreigners in South America. He was like a person who had been somewhere that other people are not likely to go or had done something that others are not apt to do.”
Source: The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter
“He was like a second father to me (of George Halas)”