H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Her body wanted to relax, to melt against him like warm butter. Her body was an idiot. She told it sternly that there would be absolutely no melting.”
Source: A Sorceress Comes to Call
“Her body was a prison, but no bars will trap her spirit.”
Source: Rosie: An Old Castle Novel
“Her body was a prison, her mind was a prison. Her memories were a prison. The people she loved. She couldn't get away from the hurt of them. She could leave Eric, walk out of her apartment, walk forever if she liked, but she couldn't escape what really hurt. Tonight even the sky felt like a prison.”
Source: Sisterhood Everlasting (Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants): A Novel
“Her body was reacting instinctively to his nearness, like a plant that had been too long in the dark and was finally exposed to sunlight.”
Source: The Thousandth Floor
“Her body was spattered with tiny bits of the reverend’s flesh and blood, like someone had combined shrimp and tomato soup and then forgot to put the lid on the blender.”
Source: Kill You Twice
“Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals.”
“Her book about the money in sex gives you the feeling of the sex in money.”
“Her bosom filled the jacket like a pair of boxing gloves stuck inside it.”
Source: He-Men, Bag Men, and Nymphos: Classic Men's Adventure Magazine Stories
“her bottle cap popping vagina”
Source: Pride, Prejudice, and Other Flavors
“Her bottom lip started to tremble and she made a tiny, heart-breaking squeak of a sound.
"Shhhhh," he said in a whisper of air, sounding, even to his own ears, like a wolf comforting a lamb right before he devoured her.”
Source: To Wed a Wicked Earl
“Her boy—this child she raised on her own,
in whom she placed her purest faith, to whom she read on countless evenings books he loved, which she found dull, for whom she baked special birthday cakes in the shapes of superheroes, and with whom she whooped and hollered around the backyard while pointing cowboy sticks against darkening skies—was no longer her ally. Bang, bang.”
Source: The Kindness of Terrible People and Other Stories
“Her boyfriend, Camdon or Brandon or whatever his name is, tosses Callie his wallet and says, 'Gotta take a leak.' They exchange a kiss--- which, I mean, why? Is he going to drown in the toilet?”
Source: Dumplin'
“Her bra was cotton and white and, bless its little frickin´ heart, had a front clasp.”
Source: J.R. Ward The Black Dagger Brotherhood Novels 5-8
“Her breast is fit for pearls,
But I was not a "Diver" -
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I have not a crest,
Her heart is fit for home-
I- a Sparrow- build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.”
Source: Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson
“Her breasts and her dark hair were perfume
and even an old man would desire her.”
“Her breasts were full and high, her hips curvy, and the triangle of curly strawberry blond hair at the juncture of her thighs was as visible as her dusky rose nipples.
Conall heard Payton move away, but didn't take his eyes off Claray. She was a sight to make a man's mouth water and his cock spring up, ready for action, and he was experiencing both right then. He wanted to taste those dusky nipples rather than just touch them, and he wanted to bury his face between her legs and sample her sweetness.”
Source: Highland Wolf
“Her breath, a perfume laced with midnight’s bloom,
Her skin, a canvas brushed with lunar gloom.
She lies, a mountain range of flesh and might,
And I, a pilgrim, kneel to kiss her light.
Her neck, a column where the ancients wrote,
I trace with tongue, each vein, each whispered note.”
Source: Gothic Poems to Love & Liberty: A Collection of Poems on Myths & Broken Hearts
“Her breath caught as a memory hit her like a tidal wave: ten-year-old Jasmine, curled up with a book at her father's feet while he worked through the piles of parchment in the box, full of official correspondence from his ministers and satraps, the governors who ruled neighboring provinces in the sultan's name.
"One day, Jasmine azizam, this will be your job too," he had said, peering down at her with a serious expression. "It's the most important work a mortal could ever do: taking care of an entire kingdom and its people. Is that something you can see yourself doing one day? Ruling just like your Baba?"
"I only have to do it if you don't have a son." Jasmine had shrugged off the question with all the carefree obliviousness of a child.
An inscrutable expression had come over her father then. He opened his mouth to say something and stopped, as if thinking better of it. And then he reached down to squeeze her shoulder.
"There will be no son, Jasmine," he had said. "You are the one.”
Source: Realm of Wonders
“Her breath caught in her chest and she couldn't seem to form words. She was too busy reveling in the reality that she was in the exact place she'd dreamed of being, for so long. It was light years better than anything she'd ever fantasized it would be. His hands were big, but gentle. His words soothed, but there was an edge to his voice that incited as well. And he was bigger somehow, more imposing, more densely muscled than she'd imagined him to be. She'd thought of him as the tall, lanky golden boy, all sunny good looks and breezy charisma.
But, looking up at him from where she was, tucked in the shelter of his body, she could see the street in him. She'd had a hard time imagining that such a good-natured charmer could have been forged from the rough and tumble life he'd described. But she believed it now. There was a hard edge to his jaw, and the muscles in his shoulders bunched tightly as he skimmed his fingers into her hair. He exuded heat, and she swore she could feel the thudding beat of his heart, even with the bedspread bunched between them.
"What are you thinking?" He brought his fingertips back to her cheeks, then ran them along her bottom lip.
She moaned softly at the contact, and recalled, quite vividly, the way he'd leaped the counter and taken her in that claiming, branding kiss. Yes, there was a lot more rough and tumble to Baxter Dunne than she'd ever imagined. And now all that rough and tumble was sprawled naked in her bed, focusing a formidable level attention on her.
"You've nothing to be afraid, of, luv," he said, as if reading her mind. And maybe he had. Or maybe there was something of what she was feeling in her eyes.
She felt like she was tucked up against a jungle cat, muscles coiled and bunched... just waiting, tail flicking, all languid and relaxed to the casual eye, all poised for just the right moment to pounce.”
Source: Sugar Rush
“Her breath caught in her throat. Brett leaned against the doorjamb with both hands, wearing a pair of distressed jeans, a fitted black Henley, and a pair of steel-toed work boots. Even the wicked smile he wore screamed of a bad boy who was about to deflower a virgin... which only made her wish she was still a virgin.”
Source: Meant to Be
“Her breath caught in her throat. She knew what he was doing. She had seen it in books, in movies, in the hushed conversations of girls who had learned their lessons too late.”
Source: Nowhere Strangers: A Sapphic Coming-of-Age Story of Digital Romance, Heartbreak, and Self-Discovery
“Her breath caught. With his face silhouetted against the dark, she knew why he was so curiously familiar.
"You?" she said as a cold knot of fear tightened in her stomach. "You followed me that night when I walked home from Planet Bang."
He smiled, his eyes fervent. "Yes," he stated simply. "I've always been in the dark with you."
He pulled her closer to him. His head leaned down and he spoke against her cheek. Soft lips grazed her skin. "I can feel your heart racing. You shouldn't be afraid of me." His breath caressed her.”
Source: Goddess of the Night
“Her breath hitched when he slid a thick finger into her wet heat. Slow. Firm. Agonizingly delicious.
"You're so wet," he murmured. "It really did turn you on."
"You turn me on." She arched against him, pleasure rippling through her core. Sam pushed another finger inside, angling to brush against her sweet spot.
"I thought you needed me, like right now," she panted as he palmed her breast through her clothes.
"I need to give you pleasure first." His heated gaze trapped her, made her insides tighten.
"So you're a gentleman sex beast." She wrapped her arms around his neck, ran her fingers through the softness of his hair. His shoulders were so broad, his neck corded with muscle. But unlike Harman's steroid-enhanced physique, Sam's perfect body was real.
"I don't feel like a gentleman." His voice was deeper than normal, thick and hoarse. He teased her nipple to a peak through her clothes. "The things I want to do to you right now are as far from gentlemanly as you can get.”
Source: The Marriage Game
“Her breath snagged in her throat, her fingers faltering on her own aching flesh. She was shamefully wet. Shamefully needful. “Do you do this very often, Adrian?”
“Phone sex?”
“Touching yourself.”
“Not too often.”
“I guess you wouldn’t need to.” Embarrassment stung her cheeks.
“Everyone needs to, Billie.”
“But in your business—well, if you wanted, you could probably have—you know, with your clients, at least three orgasms a day.”
“But I don’t.”
“Even still, the last time you had to touch yourself, just for sheer relief, was probably when you were a teenager.”
“How do you know?” Laughter edged his voice again.
Billie paused, guiltily withdrawing her fingers to toy with the elastic on her panties. “Name the last time.”
“After our interview at Avalon.”
He had such a way of knocking her breathless. “Liar,” she said, flattered. “Why would you do that, knowing what kind of work night you had ahead of you?”
“Because you turned me down. Left in a huff before I could even kiss you. I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”
“Thank you, I think.”
Source: The Fifth Favor
“Her breathing hitched and his all but seized in his lungs for the want of her, the taste of her, the feel of her under his hands. His lips whispered against the curve of hers, where her cheek ended and her very sexy mouth began.”
Source: For the Love of a Fireman
“Her bright green eyes pop against the smudged black mascara. There’s so much pain hidden inside those liquid pools, and I want to unravel her.
I’d like to soften up her edges till they’re so blurry I’m the only thing she can focus on, the only thing she can see. I need to light a fire where her heart has been left cold and hardened, rearranging her broken pieces around mine in a way I can make them fit together. I want to crawl inside of her so deep she can’t use me like she’s used to and then get rid of me and forget we happened.”
Source: Healing Love
“Her broken heart was still beating. How come? Buses were running, buzzing, humming. People were smiling.
Birds' chatter and kids' laughter rang in her ears, causing her pain. The streets with fancy boutiques, ready for the winter testival, were nonchalant to her sorrow. And the coffee shops served croissants.”
“Her brown eyes flashed like headlamps on a police cruiser, cameras at a Superbowl kickoff, lightning over Frankenstein’s
castle.”
Source: Between the Shadow and the Soul
“Her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her flawless skin had a slight sheen from her dash across the parking lot and up the stairs. Sexy, but he suspected the fantasy the sheen inspired was better than the reality. She was the job. Probably wore Kevlar to bed. End of story. Still, he did enjoy playing with her. He liked her big blue eyes, cute little nose, slim athletic body, and her earnest dedication to making the world a more law-abiding place. It made his dedication to crime much more interesting.”
Source: The Heist
“Her budalanın en büyük başarısı, akıllı görünmeye cüret etmekten başka bir şey değildir çünkü bu hile bazı insanlarda işe yarar!”
“Her burdens were her own and burdens were for shoulders strong enough to bear them.”
Source: Gone with the wind
“Her business manager said, you know, Gilda [Radner] left you that house. That's when I decided to stay and test it out. And after about a month, the roots grew, and I didn't ever want to live anywhere else for the rest of my life - travel, yes, but not to live anywhere else.”
“Her butler opened it for her. His name was Boredom. She said, 'Boredom, fetch me a plaything.' He said 'Very good ma'am,' and putting on his white gloves so that fingerprints would not show he tapped at my heart and I thought he said his name was Love.”
Source: Written On The Body
“Her cahil insanda bir şeyleri mahvetme konusunda üstün bir yetenek vardır ve eğer akıllı bir adam bunu bilmiyor ve gerekli önlemleri almıyorsa kendisi de cahildir!”
“Her cahil, insanlığın geleceği için bir engeldir!”
“Her cahil ve itaatkâr toplumun yolculuğu her zaman aynı yerde sona erer: Çölde!”
“Her cake is a failure, but she is loved anyway. She is loved, she thinks, in more or less the way the gifts will be appreciated: because they have been given with good intentions , because they exist, because they are part of a world in which one wants what one gets.”
“Her calculations have always held the utmost accuracy, but mathematics alone will not be enough to guide her; she must learn to trust in chance and, if need be, in accident.”
Source: The Blind Astronomer's Daughter
“Her canlıya merhametin penceresinden sevgi gözleriyle bak!”
“Her capacity for family affection is extraordinary. When her third husband died, her hair turned quite gold from grief.”
“Her capacity for love overshadows the stars, lightening crackles malevolently in the wake of her wrath and for all the tangled mess woman brings to man, in her glory, she is the divine Goddess.”
“Her capsaicin warming lubes will ring your devil's doorbell in ten seconds flat."
"There are children present!" Roy shouted, apoplectic with rage.
"And how do you think they got here, duck?" Vee challenged.”
Source: Nevermore Bookstore
“Her cehennemde bir güzellik vardır!”
“Her cell phone rang, the booming strains of the 'Ride of the Valkyries.'
'Speak of the devil,' she flipped open her cell phone with a sigh of resignation. 'Yes, Mom.”
Source: Dogs and Goddesses
“Her cerulean eyes widened.
"You dream about me?"
His gaze snapped back to hers.
"Nightmares only”
Source: Gathering Darkness
“Her chances of a decent marriage were about to be dashed-and all because of a ferret.”
Source: The Hathaways Complete Series: Mine Till Midnight, Seduce Me at Sunrise, Tempt Me at Twilight, Married by Morning, and Love in the Afternoon
“Her character was like a country which on first acquaintance seems grand, but inhospitable; but in which presently you discover smiling little villages among fruit trees in the folds of the majestic mountains, and pleasant ambling rivers that flow kindly through lush meadows. But these comfortable scenes, though they surprise and even reassure you, are not enough to make you feel at home in the land of tawny heights and windswept spaces.”
“Her characters tend to err when they reject the grubby and complex circumstances of everyday life for abstract and radical notions. They thrive when they work within the rooted spot, the concrete habit, the particular reality of their town and family.”
“Her cheek brushed against his grey hoodie and the only thing she could think was, how can someone smell sweaty and amazing at the same time?”
Source: Betting on Fate
“Her cheekbones were like two full moons that echo some former remembrance of the admiration of many men before me.”
Source: The Goodbye Song