H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“He was simply and staunchly true to his duty alike in the large case and in the small. So all true souls ever are. So every true soul ever was, ever is, and ever will be. There is nothing little to the really great in spirit.”
Source: The Mystery of Edwin Drood
“He was simply someone who floated through our lives and didn't seem to care how flatly he perceived everyone or that he'd shared our secret failures with the world, showcasing the youthful indifference, the gleaming nihilism, glamorizing the horror of it all.”
Source: Imperial Bedrooms
“He was simply the most intelligent football player I ever saw. If I had one player to choose, out of all of them, to save my life, he'd be the one.”
“He was, simultaneously, the impassioned happy man lying at the feet of his beloved and also the morose clown standing in the background of the picture. Being in love pitched him, moment by moment, between waves of ecstasy and misery. Like every other person, he believed his predicament was unique.”
Source: The Improbability of Love
“He was singing a song he had composed entirely without professional assistance.”
Source: The Land of Green Ginger
“He was singing, and so I heard him, and so I found him. The crowd about
him was thick, but I saw his face at last, between their shoulders.
It was like
the second time I ever saw him.
Oh my love, my love.
His face, bowed to the
guitar as he made love to it.
There’s a kind of beam, a ray that he draws to
him. He draws all the energy of the crowd, and contains it within him, and
then focuses it out again upon them.
A ray like a star, a sun.”
Source: The Silver Metal Lover
“He was sitting at a table by the window, painting strange faces on porous paper with black ink.”
Source: Wraeththu
“He was sitting not far away, watching me, and I surprised a smile on his face, the first real smile I had ever seen him give, a smile that curved and softened the tight mouth, and warmed the ice-cool eyes; a smile that brought the blood to my face and made my heart turn over.”
Source: Daughter of the Forest: Book One of the Sevenwaters Trilogy
“He was sitting on the divan.Calm faced,a beautiful structure as if in white attire.just a white robe carelessly worn on his shoulder.A smoth smile enlighting the room.He,as if wandering in other world the body present as invitee.I stared at him just as I entered the room.I was stuck by the picture.Time passed.whatever was to be done went as per schedule.I was imprisoned by the handsome saint or perhaps a sage like man.He looked straight into my eyes.My eyes spoke out my rising desire.And again we exchanged our look....twice, thrice, so many times,as if the room was not so crowded, as if alone in a planet we stayed at two poles.Not a word his eyes uttered but a cool wind shivered into my femininity. And suddenly he was standing before me.He took my hand softly and said "let's go somewhere else and talk".He wore the same smile on his face.I followed him like a kid.The elevator took us to a small tidy room.white walls.a single bed wore white bedsheet, a small writing table and chair.
We looked at each other."touch me"he said softly.I touched his maleness.A tough erected one,big.The fire spread inside my abdomen.----see how your desire is transmitted into me without uttering a word,stranger as we are to each other".”
Source: বর্ণমালার সাতকাহন
“He was sitting on the edge of the bed last night in his pajamas she said. And I saw the back of his neck, this fragile slender stem of a neck and it struck me all at once that there was nobody anywhere any place on this planet who would look at that little neck and just have to reach out and cup a hand behind it. you know how you just have to touch your child sometimes? How you drink him in with your eyes and you could stare at him for hours and you marvel at how dear and impossible perfect he is? And that will never again happen to Douglas. He has nobody left on earth who thinks he's special [...] I need this. I have to do this! I cannot see that little stem of a neck and let him go on alone in this world. I can't! I'd rather die!”
Source: A Spool of Blue Thread
“He was sitting on the roof- in the dark. His great wings were spread behind him, draped over the tiles.
I slid into his lap, looping my arms around his neck.
He stared at the city around us. 'So few lights. So few lights left tonight.'
I did not look. I only traced the lines of his face, then brushed my thumb over his mouth. 'It is not your fault,' I said quietly.
His eyes shifted to mine, barely visible in the dark. 'Isn't it? I handed this city over to them. I said I would be willing to risk it, but... I don't know who I hate more: the king, those queens, or myself.'
I brushed the hair out of his face. He gripped my hand, halting my fingers. 'You shut me out,' he breathed. 'You- shielded against me. Completely. I couldn't find a way in.'
'I'm sorry.'
Rhys let out a bitter laugh. 'Sorry? Be impressed. That shield... What you did to the Attor...' He shook his head. 'You could have been killed.'
'Are you going to scold me for it?'
His brow furrowed. Then he buried his face in my shoulder. 'How could I scold you for defending my people? I want to throttle you, yes, for not going back to the town house, but... You chose to fight for them. For Velaris.' He kissed my neck. 'I don't deserve you.'
My heart strained. He meant it- truly felt that way. I stroked his hair again. And I said to him, the words the only sound in the silent, dark city, 'We deserve each other. And we deserve to be happy.'
Rhys shuddered against me. And when his lips found mine, I let him lay me down upon the roof tiles and make love to me under the stars.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“He was six feet six inches of confusing male. Lord, the man was huge, muscular and smelled heavenly. She just wanted to run her nose all over him, inhaling that spicy, earthy scent that made her inner wolf want to jump up and strut around for him.”
Source: Taste of Darkness
“He was skilled----at the end of the level, he could make Mario land at the top of the flagpole, something Sadie had never mastered. Although Sadie liked to be the player, there was a pleasure to watching someone who was a dexterous player---it was like watching a dance. He never looked over at her. He cleared the first boss battle, and the words BUT OUR PRINCESS IS IN ANOTHER CASTLE appeared on the screen.”
Source: Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow
“He was skinning a bear. I was terrified at first, because the corpse resembled a naked man quartered between two trees. He'd created a deadfall trap over some big talus blocks and the bear had fallen in. He used the skin for something and jerked the meat. If it wasn't astonishing enough behavior in a national park, the next day he made donuts, using bear fat for grease ! Surely, by now, he's created an empire somewhere in the world.”
“He was skinny with soft hair, and his thick, murky eyes watched as the stranger played one more song in the heavy room. From face to face, he looked on as the man played and the woman wept. The different notes handled her eyes. Such sadness.”
Source: The Book Thief
“He was slumped in the back, gazing out of the window, as though his parents were two people who had picked him up hitchhiking, connected to him merely by chance and proximity.”
“He was slumped over, blood trickling from the side of his mouth. I shook his furry hip, thinking, No! Even if you are half barnyard animal, you're my best friend and I don't want you to die!”
Source: The lightning thief
“He was smart, but he had to be smarter. No points for second place.”
Source: An Involuntary Spy
“He was smiling—a kind of honest, humbled, sweet smile. “Maybe I’m getting better at this?” he asked. “Better at wooing you in the manner in which you should be wooed?”
Source: Hard Bitten
“He was smiling again, his face alight, and Ivy knew her own expression was a mirror to his. Ivoleyn, he said, softly now, as if testing the word. And she replied, Dashton. Then their hands parted, but only so they might come closer, like two trees twining together to stand as one in a forest of green.”
“He was smiling and holding two cups of coffee, one of which was for Nora. She wondered how many coffees they had shared together, since the first.”
Source: The Midnight Library
“He was smiling at her like she was something special. Did I agree with this smile? Maybe.”
Source: Converting The Bad Boy
“he was so beautiful because when he held her he was not concerned with ‘being a man.’ ‘being a man’ had nothing to do with this. these flowers pouring from his chest. – weightless”
Source: Salt
“He was so beautiful. But drinking was a sickness that ate away at beautiful things.”
Source: Chain of Iron
“He was so beautiful then, standing right in the space of the road where a beam of moonlight fell across his face, illuminating one side and casting long shadows on the other.
He looked like glazed porcelain, preserved glass. He was a sculptor's approximation of a person, not human himself. He can't be real, she thought. A boy made of flesh and bone could not be so painfully lovely, so free of any blemish or flaw.”
“He was so big he made my sofa seem more like a loveseat. He was so at ease with himself and his body that I found it hard to reconcile him with the awkward teenager that had stolen my heart. He was so fucking beautiful, it took my breath away.”
Source: Haunted
“He was so clean and healthy and pleased about everything that he positively shone - which is only to be expected in a fairy or an angel, but is somewhat disconcerting in an attorney.”
Source: Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
“He was so close his breath touched my cheek. Staring into his eyes, I could almost forget about the nightmare. I could almost forget about Mama. Like the woods back in Virginia, his eyes changed color with his mood—greener when he laughed and darker, like now, when he was angry or worried. They were kind, serious, intelligent eyes that crinkled in the corners when he smiled.”
Source: The Secret to Letting Go
“He was so crooked, you could have used his spine for a safety-pin.”
Source: The Nine Tailors
“He was so cute when he was embarrassed that it was embarrassing me.”
Source: やはり俺の青春ラブコメはまちがっている。2
“He was so damn hard, he could chip the ice from his truck's windshield with his rigid pecker.”
Source: Bearing It All
“He was so depressed, he tried to commit suicide by inhaling next to an Armenian.”
“He was so dominant. Bobby was the greatest defenseman who ever played the game as far as I'm concerned. I believe in my heart he changed the face of the game.”
“He was so effectually screened by his great wealth that he was called to no account for his crimes, not even for murder.”
Source: Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl: Written by Herself
“He was so excited by this little bit of intelligence that he might have gone off, perplexed, pondering for a long time. It was like reading a wonderful sentence in a book, and not being able to continue because so many possibilities were crowding his mind.”
Source: The Wolf Gift
“He was so excited. He cut out pictures of these landscapes and neighborhoods and kind of really tried to give you a feel of the movie. It was kind of cute but at the same time it really showed his enthusiasm for it.”
“He was so far from the gallant knights in her romantic fantasies ... He was tarnished, scarred, imperfect. Deliberately he had destroyed any illusions she might have had about him, exposing his mysterious past for the ugly horror that it was. His purpose had been to drive her away. But instead she felt closer to him, as if the truth had bonded them in a new intimacy.”
“He was so far from the gallant knights in her romantic fantasies...He was tarnished, scarred, imperfect.”
“He was so full of disgust, disgust at the world and at himself, that he could not weep.”
Source: Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
“He was so full of wrath against grown-ups, who as usual, were spoiling everything, that as soon as he got inside his tree he breathed intentionally quick short breaths at the rate of about five to a second. He did this because there is a saying in the Neverland, that everytime you breathe, a grown-up dies; and Peter was killing them of vindictively as fast as possible.”
Source: Peter Pan (小飛俠彼得潘)
“He was so generally civil, that nobody thanked him for it.”
Source: The Life of Samuel Johnson
“He was so good and honest. Why couldn't I love him instead?”
“He was so good at everything he did. You can't call Ronnie Barker a comedian. He was an actor, and a great writer.”
“He was so good with the kids on the set. He just knew exactly how to handle them. The baby would cry and Vin would hold him and do all these weird sounds and the baby would stop crying. It was really cute.”
“He was so gorgeous... Kurt. I don't know how I got lucky that way.”
“He was so
handsome it was kind of adorable when he
looked horrible.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“He was so handsome,but he didn't look well.He reminded her of a cigarette.”
Source: Dangerous Angels: Five Weetzie Bat Books
“He was so honest you could play craps with him over the phone.”
“He was so learned that he could name a horse in nine languages; so ignorant that he bought a cow to ride on.”
Source: Benjamin Franklin Wit and Wisdom
“He was so lonely that he laughed at himself.”
Source: Emily Climbs