H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“He was well aware that of the two of three thousand times he had made love (how many times had he made love in his life?) only two or three were really essential and unforgettable. The rest were mere echoes, imitations, repetitions, or reminiscences.”
“He was Wes Calhoun. Former packmaster of the Wild Eight, son of the nefarious Nolan Calhoun, and one of the deadliest wolves to walk these mountainsides. He apologized to no one.
Except, apparently, her...”
Source: Cowboy Wolf Trouble
“He was what the egotistical part of me had always longed for: danger, sexiness, popularity, style, unpredictability. The kind of man who'd always keep me guessing. Just one night with him and i'd already started to wonder if perhaps i'd spent the last two years in a comfortable coma.”
Source: The Greatest Love Story of All Time
“He was what they called a Swiss Army knife. He could and would get whatever products the team at the café needed.”
Source: Tajrish
“He was white and shaken, like a dry martini.”
Source: Cocktail Time
“He was wide-eyed as he spoke. “He says you are a nut and I am a nut.”
Source: Old Blood
“He was wild and dangerous, and she should not be attracted to either.
"Aren't you afraid?" she asked.
"Fear stops life, not death," he said, and when she looked at him in surprise, he paused, and the world seemed to pause with him. "I tell myself that anytime I think there's a fire going to swallow me whole.”
Source: A Tempest of Tea
“He was Will, in all his perfect imperfection; Will, whose heart was as easy to break as it was carefully guarded; Will, who loved not wisely but entirely and with everything he had.”
Source: Clockwork Princess
“He was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset”
Source: A Christmas Carol (Sparklesoup Classics)
“He was with me, beside me, inside me, and I did not care that my children were asleep, alone at home, or that the neighbors might come to know. He burned the fear out of me until all was left was desire.”
Source: A Disobedient Girl
“He was without any comforts of God — no feeling that God loved him — no
feeling that God pitied him — no feeling that God supported him. God was his
sun before — now that sun became all darkness… He was without God — he
was as if he had no God. All that God had been to him before was taken from
him now. He was Godless — deprived of his God. He had the feeling of the
condemned, when the Judge says: “Depart from me, ye cursed,” “who shall
be punished with everlasting destruction from the presence of the Lord and
from the glory of his power.” He felt that God said the same to him. Ah! This is
the hell which Christ suffered. The ocean of Christ’s sufferings is
unfathomable… He was forsaken in the [place] of sinners. If you close with him
as your surety, you will never be forsaken… “My God, my God, why hast thou
forsaken me?” [The answer?] For me — for me.”
“He was wondering if there was some cryptic, cultish mark on his door that told all the crazy people he'd have trouble saying no.”
“He was working for the old lady, behind the desk, when the door chimes sounded the same way they would for anybody. The open door allowed in a flashing scream of frothing soy, pedestrian conversation and the El-train’s brake-song. The chimes didn’t know she was different. Neither did Tama. So he didn’t even look up.”
Source: The Quin
“He was worried she would not let him love her with the stain. He had already decided long ago, twenty or thirty minutes ago, that the stain was fine. He had only seen it for a moment, but he was already used to it. It was good. It somehow allowed them to have more.”
Source: No One Belongs Here More Than You: Stories
“He was worth ten of you. Ten! And you sent him to his death!”
Source: The Song of Achilles
“He was worth waiting for, even when I didn’t know he was coming into my life.”
Source: Ricochet
“He was wrong. She wasn’t the least bit safe. Not when he had the power to rid her of sensible thought or to light a fire inside her with barely one touch. He brought her body alive with a new kind of longing, instilling in her a need to explore new sensations.”
Source: Mr. West and the Widow
“He was yelling pretty urgently. There's different pitches of yell and he was screaming.”
“He was younger than Iseult had imagined. No older than twenty, if she had to guess. Yet he felt old, with his voice so gruff. His language so formal.
It was in the way he carried himself too, as if he’d walked for a thousand years and planned to walk a thousand more.”
Source: Windwitch
“He was, after all, the ultimate rebel -- it takes a lot of cojones to stand up to Zeus.”
Source: The Big Over Easy: A Nursery Crime
“He was, albeit only briefly, the hero of the world's hopes.”
Source: History in Our Time
“He was, as Billy Name said in the acclaimed Ric Burns documentary about Andy Warhol, uninterested in being a second-tier artist. He was uninterested in being a first-tier artist! He wanted to be, you know, a god. Someone who completely changed the...he wanted to be Zeus with the lightning bolt and nothing less would have satisfied him.”
“He was, he would be the first to admit, a coward, an incompetent, and not even very good at being a failure.”
“He was, like everyone of a strongly erotic disposition, twice as good, twice as much himself when he knew that women liked him, just as many actors find their most ardent vein when they sense that they have cast their spell over the audience, the breathing mass of spectators before them.”
Source: The Collected Novellas of Stefan Zweig: Burning Secret, A Chess Story, Fear, Confusion, Journey into the Past
“He was, she reflected, almost rudely like a tortoise; and she was glad her friend kept none as pets or they might have suspected mockery.”
Source: Cold comfort farm
“He washes
the stains
of his memories
at the banks
of her lips,
every day.
Her lips
are like
a canvas
where he
reflects
on his life
and the world
around
with a
paintbrush
of time.”
“He wasn't a good talker under the best of circumstances. If she needed someone killed, he was her man, but trying to sound suave and sophisticated was far beyond any ability he had.”
Source: Leopard's Wrath
“He wasn't a great man, but he had a great life.”
Source: Light in the Mountains -- A Hoosier Quaker Finds Communal Enlightenment in Nepal
“He wasn't a hero. And she'd never wanted a hero. She was the hero of her own story, and it was time to save herself from him.”
Source: Finale
“He wasn’t a living, breathing person any more – I knew that – but he was still real. He was made out of the wildest, wisest, bravest bits of my imagination – my wild, wise, brave brother. And right now I needed him more than ever.”
Source: The Secret of Nightingale Wood
“He wasn’t acting anymore. He was surviving.”
Source: WOLF SUIT: A Dark Supernatural Noir — Book 1
“He wasn't addicted to pain, to panic, but he might be addicted to the bliss of having them stop.
The mind, he knew, really was its own place.”
Source: The Long Way Home
“He wasn't afraid for things to get ugly, to see someone at their weakest, and he didn't fall over himself trying to talk me out of my own feelings. He just witnessed them, and somehow, that let them finally get out of my body after years of imprisonment.”
Source: Beach Read
“He wasn't alone because he hadn't been able to find friends, but because he didn't trust anyone enough to want to.”
Source: We Wish You Luck
“He wasn't an alchemist, or a hero. He was a librarian, and a dreamer. He was a reader, and the unsung expert on a long-lost city no one cared a thing about.”
Source: Strange the Dreamer
“He wasn't an automaton; he was in many ways - and observers often noticed it and chose the defining adjective - a kind man. Kindness is a quality that is often overlooked beside the noisier virtues and sins. But without it humanity loses something essential to itself: a deeply human quality, maybe even a defining quality - the humane. (Describing Carl Sylvius Volkner)”
Source: Journey to a Hanging
“He wasn’t an immature boy having conjured up an image of a perfect relationship. He was a grown man ready to accept responsibility for someone he cared deeply about—someone he had decided to give his everything to.”
Source: Don't Let Go
“He wasn't at all what she had imagined.
Tall, yes- but not plain, not dependable, not kind. Not by any stretch of fancy.
The gray eyes that regarded her were as deep and subtle and light-tricked as smoke from a wildfire. The face belonged to an archangel from the shadows: a cool, sulky mouth and an aquiline profile, and Satan's own intelligence in the assessing look he gave her. The candles behind him lit a smoldering halo of reddish gold around his black hair and turned each faint, frosted breath to a brief glow.
He was not homely. He was utterly and appallingly beautiful, in the way the gleaming steel blossoms of murder and mayhem adorning the walls of the great hall were beautiful.”
Source: Seize the Fire
“He wasn't aware of it but when he smiled he looked like an amiable bear. When he didn't smile he didn't look amiable”
“He wasn’t becoming someone else.
He was becoming unavoidable.”
Source: WOLF SUIT: A Dark Supernatural Noir — Book 1
“He wasn’t being arrogant. It wasn’t self-confidence that a human would have because they had been successful in the past. GERI was simply certain he would be successful because he was what he was—a superlative intellect, perhaps the only one of his caliber.”
Source: Tom and G.E.R.I.
“He wasn’t born a warrior—but the universe doesn’t wait for readiness.”
— from Echoes of the Astral War: Book One – Vatika”
“He wasn’t certain how this woman had come to mean so much to him. It seemed that one day she was a stranger, and the next she was as indispensable as air. And yet it hadn’t happened in a blinding flash. It had been a slow, sneaky process, quietly coloring his emotions until he realized that without her, his life lacked all meaning.
-Benedict's thoughts about Sophie”
Source: An Offer From a Gentleman
“He wasn't cut out for competing with others for rank and grades, but given a set goal he put his heart and soul into it. He exerted himself beyond anything he'd ever imagined, and the experience was a new and precious discovery for him of his own capabilities.”
“He wasn’t dealing with underage girls or porn, just spreading the word of jihad to young, impressionable people, which, unfortunately, was not a crime.”
Source: Paladine
“He wasn’t dying—he was being harvested. Flayed alive by nerves that refused silence, each breath shredded like lungs packed with razors. A blink drew blood. A thought detonated fire. His studio became a mausoleum, and he, its invalid—crucified, disowned by his own biology. He had begged for the compound that once shackled the torment—denied. They called it withdrawal; he knew it as state-sanctioned mutilation. His fingers clawed through endless typos, desperate to name the unnamable. Even his phone collapsed mid-sentence, unable to carry one more fragment of his possession. He wasn’t sick. He was erased. Invalidated. A failed experiment rotting in plain view, too grotesque for rescue. And still he burned.”
Source: Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia
“He wasn't entirely surprised to wake up the next morning with Sjurd pressed against his back, but was still cross enough to roll straight out of bed and go down to a solitary breakfast (because trying to stab his new husband through the throat with the butter knife would not have convinced anyone that the match was secure).”
Source: The Lodestar of Ys
“He wasn’t even going to get them to apologize to you!” Kara fumed. “He was just going to ignore you, like you weren’t hardly even involved. But you told him, Maddy! You told him just fine!”
“Yeah?” asked Maddy, glancing at her.
“Yeah,” said Kara, her voice punching the air.”
Source: The Pain Eater
“He wasn't exactly a bum, he was just a weak man who whined all the time. But he played the guitar.”
Source: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
“He wasn’t for her, and she knew it...
She wasn’t even sure she wanted anybody to be for her—right now, anyway.”
Source: Red Lily