H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“He was permanently exhausted and beset by all the torments, terrible and trivial, that poverty endures.”
Source: Shantaram
“He was permanently impressed by the most irrelevant banalities and impossible to impress with real novelty, meaning, or conflict. And he was too moronic to be properly self-loathing--so it was my duty to loathe him instead.”
Source: Motherless Brooklyn
“He was persistent, and he was good.”
Source: Harp and the Lyre: Exposed
“He was persuaded he could know no happiness but in the society of one with whom he could for ever indulge the melancholy that had taken possession of his soul.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Horace Walpole (Illustrated)
“He was persuaded of the reality and significance of human choice; he believed that experiential learning was a far more powerful approach to personal understanding and change than an endeavor resting upon intellectual understanding; he believed that individuals have within themselves an actualizing tendency, an inbuilt proclivity toward growth and fulfillment.”
Source: A Way of Being
“He was phrasing that exactly the way those activists did when they stood outside of Vons with their clipboards and asked , as you were rushing into the store , “Do you have time for the environment ? ” So obviously , you couldn’t say no , because then you looked like an asshole who didn’t have time for the environment . You only had time to buy donuts and a fifth of Jack , and the environment could go fuck itself . Obviously , that’s what you meant .”
Source: Day for Night
“He was physically close to her, yet emotionally distant.”
Source: Light In The Darkness #1
“He was planning to take my shape and marry you. Then he was going to kill your father and take over his business empire."
"And you? What are your plans?"
"I have no plans to kill your father.”
Source: The Polymorph
“He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.”
Source: War of the Foxes
“He was polite; he was cool; he was enigmatic. He was every bit what they expected and wanted the storied Duke of Falconbridge to be, because it amused him to be so.
In truth, his eyes were on the stairs. He waited with the patience of a cat near a mouse hole for Genevieve Eversea to arrive.
He almost didn't recognize her when she did appear.
Her dress was a glossy silk of midnight blue, cut very low, and the "sleeves"- really scraps of net- clung to her pale, flawless shoulders, as though she'd tumbled down through clouds to get here and brought a few sheds of sky with her.
Her neck was long. Her collarbone had that smooth pristine temptation of a bank of new-fallen snow. It was interrupted only by a drop of a blue stone on a chain that pointed directly at quite confident cleavage, as if the owner knew full well it was splendid and was accustomed to exposing it. Her sleek dark hair was dressed up high and away from her face, and tiny diamanté sparks were scattered through it. Her face beneath it was revealed in delicate simplicity. A smooth, pale, high forehead, etched cheekbones. Elegant as Wedgwood, set off by that dark, dark hair and those vivid eyes.
He stared.
He wasn't precisely... nonplussed. Still, this particular vision of Genevieve Eversea required reconciling with the quiet girl in the morning dress, the moor pony with the determined gait. As though they were not quite the same thing, or were perhaps 'variations' of the same thing, like verb tenses. He felt a bit like a boy who needed to erase his morning lessons and begin again.”
Source: What I Did for a Duke
“He was poor, yet always appeared to be giving something away; a stranger, yet everyone was his friend; no longer young, but as happy-hearted as a boy; plain and peculiar, yet his face looked beautiful to many.”
Source: Little Women Coloring Book
“He was possessed now with that obsession for the cross in which so many lips have worn themselves away on crucifixes.”
Source: La Faute de l'abbé Mouret
“He was possibly the only person that I could not figure out like I can with most people. And he was possibly the only one that I had ever wanted to understand.”
Source: Inexplicable Distances
“He was posturing. So much posturing. Humans never tired of it.”
Source: The Oath in Darkness
“He was powerful and I died of love in his shadow.”
“He was powerless because he had no precise desire, and this tortured him because he was vainly seeking something to desire. He could not even make himself stretch out his hand to switch on the light. The simple transition from intention to action seemed an unimaginable miracle.”
Source: Mary: A Novel
“He was practicing active listening.”
Source: All the Birds in the Sky
“He was prepared to die for it, as one of Baudelaire's dandies might have been prepared to kill himself in order to preserve himself in the condition of a work of art, for he wanted to make this experience a masterpiece of experience which absolutely transcended the everyday. And this would annihilate the effects of the cruel drug, boredom, to which he was addicted although, perhaps, the element of boredom which is implicit in an affair so isolated from the real world was its principle appeal for him.”
Source: Burning your boats: the collected short stories
“He was prepared to die for me, and from what it looked like, that time was now.”
Source: The Lure of the Moon
“He was presumably a lover. They did things like commanding battalions. And worse!”
Source: Parade's End
“He was pretty. I was pretty. We were both pretty, but pretty doesn’t always work. It doesn’t really mean anything, which is why pretty always becomes petty.”
“He was probably being so quiet because he was trying not to say it out loud.”
Source: Eleanor & Park
“He was probably just being paranoid, but why take chances? He quickened his pace, hoping to put a little more distance between himself and his (inadvertent?) tail. A taxi was sounding better and better, but now that he actually wanted one, he looked in vain for an unoccupied cab. Darkened storefronts, guarded by iron bars and pull-down metal shutters, offered little in the way of shelter should he need to get off the street in a hurry. He searched his own pockets for something to defend himself with, just in case, but found only his favorite Sharpie.
Great, he thought sarcastically. Whoever said the pen was mightier than the sword had obviously never been stalked down a lonely city street by a guy who looked like he could go nine rounds with Bigfoot. Next time I arrange for an escort home.”
Source: The Bestseller Job
“He was probably just sleep-deprived and insatiably horny and it was messing with his head.
"Was your head feeling particularly full of something?" she asked innocently.
He couldn't help himself any longer. He looked down at Dina and, fuck, she was there, stark naked. His brain short-circuited; it was too much. Moonlight bounced off her deep honeyed skin.
"Fuck, Dina. Look at you." Scott's voice was hoarse. She stared up at him with molten eyes. She was perfect, fuck, she was perfect. Just as he'd imagined--- no, better than he'd imagined.
The curve of her hips, the softness of her belly and the swell of her breasts, her nipples stiff. For him. His eyes feasted their way down her body, to her inner thighs. If he kissed her there, would she be wet for him?
Her face was only hunger, only lust. He needed to have her.”
Source: Best Hex Ever
“He was probably selfish in the sack. Probably selfish and greedy and...unsophisticated. And hung like a horse.”
“He was probably thinking with the head of his weiner instead of the head of his brain...men do that it's disgusting”
“He was proud and stubborn, and all the ton looked up to him. Men curried his favor, women flirted like mad. And all the while he'd been terrified every time he'd opened his mouth.”
Source: The Duke And I
“He was proud, jealous, possessive even. How the hell was he supposed to share her with six other men?”
Source: Cursed By The Crown
“He was pushing fifty, with a face life had chewed on, and long wisps of graying hair parted low on one side and combed over his balding pate.”
Source: Postmortem
“He was quiet as the others joked about the story they had just heard. I didn’t say anything.”
Source: Old Surehand
“He was quiet as we turned down another sun-drenched marble hall-way, and I dared to look at him. I found him carefully studying me, his lips in a thin line. 'Has anyone even taken care of you?' he asked quietly.
'No.' I'd long since stopped feeling sorry for myself about it.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“He was quiet for a few seconds, and Sophie thought he was going to ignore her. But then he leaned closer-close enough that she could feel his breath on her cheek. " I crack a lot of jokes ,Sophie , but ....that's just because it's easier, you know? It's how I deal. But that doesn't mean I don't care. I do, a lot.”
Source: Exile
“He was quiet for a moment, and then he said, “Do you understand a little better now? What it’s like to face a power so alien? To face an enemy with such unnatural strength?”
Source: Six of Crows
“He was quiet for a moment. “So, in this analogy, you’re Mary Jane?” “You got that right, Tiger.”
Source: Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning
“He was quiet. I said nothing, hoping that maybe, for once, he'd stop pretenting he was okay. Then I could, too. That we could both forget the roles that had so long bound us.”
“He was quite a Casanova, no doubt about it. He was in a very good mood today and stopped longer than usual. The girls could see he was gloriously drunk.
’Well, Ragna, why do you think I come here so often?’ asked Rolandsen.
’I’ve no idea,’ Ragna answered.
’You must think I’m sent by old Laban.’
The girls giggled. ’When he says Laban he really means Adam.’
’I’ve come to save you,’ said Rolandsen. ’You have to beware of the fishermen around here, they’re out-and-out seducers!’
’There’s no greater seducer than you,’ said another girl. ’You’ve got two kids already. You ought to be ashamed of yourself.’
’How can you talk like that, Nicoline? You’ve always been a thorn in my flesh and you’ll be the death of me, you know damned well. But as for you, Ragna, I’m going to save your soul wether you like it or not!”
Source: Dreamers
“He was quite belligerent on the subject of your well-being—in fact, positively threatening as to what might happen if I laid a finger on you. It was like being savaged by an Angora rabbit.”
Source: Masters in This Hall
“He was quite lovely and I was quite lonely, so I mixed letters and assumed it would work.”
“He was ragged around the edges, a walking open wound with psych issues galore. But he still had a beating heart. Thoughts, feelings, fears. He was still human, and someone should prove it to him.”
“He was raised by three nurses: freedom, solitude and Mademoiselle. Together, the three of them provided him with an education. From them, he learned everything he believed it was possible to learn.”
“He was raised in the dark, built from violence, made to be feared. But her touch unmade him, piece by piece.”
Source: Sunlight in His Abyss: A Dark Mafia Romance
“He was raised without a proper diagnosis.”
Source: Running with Scissors: A Memoir
“He was rarely happy throughout his life but he was a good Rider and a good man.”
“He was rather clumsy and shy and looked as if he'd spent the last ten years of his life locked up in a library - hardly the kind of man any girl your age dreams of ...”
Source: The Midnight Palace
“He was raw and sharp and rich and throbbing with life. He was sweet blood after a long hunt. How could she have mistaken Aiden's kisses for this? They had been delicious and smooth like the brief comfort of chocolate, but they had never been enough.”
Source: Blood and Chocolate
“He was reading from the beginning so that he could get to the end, where the reader was assured that the knight and the fair maiden lived together happily ever after.”
Source: The Essential Kate DiCamillo Collection
“He was ready to make any display of clemency, forgiveness, or cowardice. He was in love.”
Source: The Phantom of the Opera
“He was ready to take a pothead, alcoholic, heroin-addicted, whoremonger, a bulimic, cigarette smoking womanizer, and form the deepest type of bond that could be made and had no exit clauses or reversals. He had pursued me when others would’ve given up a thousand times. He made a covenant with me, signed by a pen dipped in His own blood, a covenant forged by His love, in His love, and through His love. It is a love story written by the Author of the universe.”
Source: Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose
“He was realist enough to know he might never find the life partner he longed for, and dreamer enough not to quit looking”
Source: The Wish
“He was really into family... He'd never come on the road with me on the weekends 'cause he wanted to spend time with his wife.”