H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Her cheekbones were sky high that any pilot would want to become acquainted with, and her cheery smile, paired with her almost auburn hair and enveloping emerald eyes made you want to fly home for the holidays, wizard or no wizard.”
Source: Whisky Hernandez
“Her cheeks blushed a shade of cherry-blossom pink I wanted to capture in watercolors, a wash of spring on snowy paper. I wanted to see that blush on the rest of her skin too, wanted to follow its path with my hands and my mouth.”
Source: Love Walked In
“Her cheeks were flushed. She caught hold of the Savage's arm and pressed it, limp, against her side. He looked down at her for a moment, pale, pained, desiring, and ashamed of his desire. He was not worthy, not... Their eyes for a moment met. What treasures hers promised! A queen's ransom of temperament. Hastily he looked away, disengaged his imprisoned arm. He was obscurely terrified lest she should cease to be something he could feel himself unworthy of.”
“Her cheeriness grates as always, but with Jennifer he senses that it is a true reflection of her inner self and not some act, and that stops him from vomiting his disdain onto her scarf. One doesn’t shout at a lame girl for her limp, or upbraid a blind man for his lack of sight. She is entitled to her disability.”
Source: Freedom Road
“her
cherry lips on
his whiskey-flavored kiss
and that kind of sugar
that can cause a hard defense
to soften. so. easy…
and you end up with
your walls down
and your mind forgotten
and your pulse. affected.
all of it tangled up
together… his heart. her heart.
his curious fingertips… her
dangerously. soft. skin.
how you lose your
senses in that kind of love…
you get wrapped up in
so. much. sweet. and you
don’t ever want to come undone.”
“Her chest began to quake softly. "Why?"
"Why what, sweetheart?" I said gently.
"Why do you want me?"
I didn't even have to think. "Because anyone who's been through what you have and can still come out in one piece on the other side is a beautiful creature that I want to know.”
Source: Wide Open
“Her chest feels very tight, as if she's suddenly full of poison. You have to keep it all inside. Like throwing yourself on a bomb to save everyone else. Except you're the bomb.”
Source: Get in Trouble
“Her child has been taken away from her, Her breasts are overflowing with milk. So she feeds the orphans. Tears are flowing from her eyes. She is happy to help the orphans but there is a pain and guilt that the milk which was for her child is being consumed by others.”
“Her childhood had been magical, hours spent in ecstatic loneliness in the apple orchard, dreaming of foreign lands and wild adventures. Everything was new, down to bird song and grass blades. By the time she had reached adulthood, the town around her was like a grandmother who had used up all her stories and now simply rocked on the porch. The same flowers, the same streets, year after year. She longed for someone more exotic. A prince. A pirate.”
Source: Blue Asylum
“Her chin lifted. "Very well. Here is my best offer. Half of my nakedness for all of yours." He pretended to think on it. " It's a bargain.”
“Her clarity gave her purpose and her purpose gave her clarity.”
Source: The Ring of Solomon
“Her classmates were gossiping their way into adolescence, literally and figuratively.”
Source: What the Dead Know
“Her clear conscience mocked rumour’s mendacity, But we are a mob prone to credit sin.”
Source: Fasti
“Her close friends have gathered.
Lord, ain't it a shame
Grieving together
Sharing the blame.
But when she was dying
Lord, we let her down.
There's no use cryin'
It can't help her now.
The party's all over
Drink up and go home.
It's too late to love her
And leave her alone.
Just say she was someone
Lord, so far from home
Whose life was so lonesome
She died all alone
Who dreamed pretty dreams
That never came true
Lord, why was she born
So black and blue?
Oh, why was she born
So black and blue?
Epitaph (Black And Blue)
Written by: Kris Kristofferson
Note: "Epitaph" is about Janis Joplin.”
“Her clothes sprinkled all over my living room remind me of the scattered thoughts I had about our predicament. But her body is a glowing light pole in the night. Just leading me further into the abyss.”
Source: Tom Collins: A 'Slightly Crooked' Novel
“Her clothes still smoked from the wizard’s assault. But to him, she always smelled of flowers.”
“Her clothes were filled with safety pins and hidden tears.”
“Her collarbones glowed in the candlelight, like polished ivory under liquid gold. I sketched their curves and shadows, capturing how the water lapped softly at her skin.”
Source: Where the Dark Knelt
“Her collarbones like wings that spread from the base of her throat to the ends of her shoulders. A bird held down by skin.”
Source: The God of Small Things
“Her collections matured, categorized methodically by order, genus, and species; by age according to bone wear; by size in millimeters of feathers; or by the most fragile hues of greens. The science and art entwined in each other’s strengths: the colors, the light, the species, the life; weaving a masterpiece of knowledge and beauty that filled every corner of her shack. Her world. She grew with them—the trunk of the vine—alone, but holding all the wonders together.
But just as her collection grew, so did her loneliness. A pain as large as her heart lived in her chest. Nothing eased it. Not the gulls, not a splendid sunset, not the rarest of shells.
Months turned into a year. The lonely became larger than she could hold. She wished for someone’s voice, presence, touch, but wished more to protect her heart.”
Source: Where the Crawdads Sing
“Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein.”
Source: The Bronte Sisters: Three Novels: Jane Eyre; Wuthering Heights; and Agnes Grey (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)
“Her companion's discourse now sunk from its hitherto animated pitch, to nothing more than a short, decisive sentence of praise or condemnation on the face of every woman they met; and Catherine, after listening and agreeing as long as she could,with all the civility and deference of the youthful female mind, fearful of hazarding an opinion of its own in opposition to that of a self-assured man, especially where the beauty of her own sex is concerned, ventured at length to vary the subject.”
Source: The Complete Works of Jane Austen: All novels, short stories, letters and poems
“Her complexion still undimmed by motherhood's broken nights.”
Source: The Vanishing of Audrey Wilde
“Her complexity is a glorious fire that consumes, while her simplicity goes unapproachable. But if one takes time to understand her, there is something beautiful to find, something simple to be loved. But she goes unloved, for being misunderstood.”
“Her computer’s fan whirred to life, blowing warm air onto her fingers. Two flame-red slits glowed from the monitor. The speakers boomed. “I lived! I died! I live again!”
Olivie had dealt with blue screens, frozen hourglasses, and even the odd hardware conflict back in the day. This was new.”
Source: In Memory: A Tribute to Sir Terry Pratchett
“Her concern with landscapes and living creatures was passionate. This concern, feebly called, "the love of nature" seemed to Shevek to be something much broader than love. There are souls, he thought, whose umbilicus has never been cut. They never got weaned from the universe. They do not understand death as an enemy; they look forward to rotting and turning into humus. It was strange to see Takver take a leaf into her hand, or even a rock. She became an extension of it, it of her.”
“Her conclusion: "You just have to follow your own heart" when it comes to medical decision-making.”
“Her consciousness emerges within when the beast of the darkness allows them. This beast was a conjuration of the billion innocent souls lost to the structure of modernization. He was an archetype that transcended time and reality, a governing force as natural as nature itself, and yet this darkness was a new kind, born out of technology only apparent in the last few hundred years.”
Source: Wild Man: The Burnem story
“Her constant orders for beheading are shocking to those modern critics of children's literature who feel that juvenile fiction should be free of all violence and especially violence with Freudian undertones. Even the Oz books of L. Frank Baum, so singularly free of the horrors to be found in Grimm and Andersen, contain many scenes of decapitation. As far as I know, there have been no empirical studies of how children react to such scenes and what harm if any is done to their psyche. My guess is that the normal child finds it all very amusing and is not damaged in the least, but that books like Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and The Wizard of Oz should not be allowed to circulate indiscriminately among adults who are undergoing analysis.”
Source: The Annotated Alice: The Definitive Edition
“Her constant phrase, "Go with God", had puzzled me a good deal. Suddenly it became clear. It was a revelation - acceptance. It filled me with joy. Accept life, the world, Spirit, God, call it what you will, and all else will follow.”
Source: The Midwife: A Memoir of Birth, Joy, and Hard Times
“Her contempt for me was so strong, that it became infectious, and I caught it.”
Source: Tale of Two Cities
“Her cooking suggested she had attended the Cordon Noir.”
Source: Leo Rosten's giant book of laughter
“Her corset dropped to the floor, and he swept his hands up to cup her breasts. "I'm just ungentlemanly enough to prefer a woman's real flesh, Angel. I like the softness, the fullness of it. If I wanted to feel whalebone, I'd fondle a whale.”
Source: Dance of Seduction
“Her countenance was all expression; her eyes were not dark but impenetrably deep; you seemed to discover space after space in their intellectual glance.”
Source: The Last Man
“Her courage almost failed her. He stood watching her, silent, still, as she came to him, and through the scudding clouds the moonlight shone down all around him. He was a man of moonlight, she thought fancifully. Cold and silvered, a creature of the night and shadows. And she was putting herself at his mercy, though she sincerely doubted he was possessed of that particular commodity.”
Source: To Love a Dark Lord
“Her courage seemed to collapse around her ankles like an old pair of elastic undies”
Source: Escape From The Forbidden Planet
“Her courage was a guise. She wondered if courage always was, or if there were those who truly felt no fear.”
“Her court was pure, her life serene; God gave her peace; her land reposed; A thousand claims to reverence closed.”
Source: Fifty Poems
“Her cover version of Smells Like Teen Spirit is the reason Kurt killed himself.”
“Her crown of white hair seemed to stand like a halo around her in the night sky.”
Source: House of Koi
“Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard.”
Source: Norwegian Wood
“Her cuisine is limited but she has as good an idea of breakfast as a Scotchwoman."
[Sherlock Holmes, on Mrs. Hudson's cooking.]”
Source: The Naval Treaty - a Sherlock Holmes Short Story
“Her curiosity instructed her more than the answers she was given.”
Source: Family Ties
“Her curiosity tore at her. “Is it… Are you…” “Yes…?” “Is it you?” she said, breathlessly. He fixed her with his red, alien eyes. “What you mean is, am I the serial killer?” She blinked.”
Source: Satan's Fan Club
“Her curiosity was too much for her. She felt almost as if she could hear the books whispering on the other side of the half-open door. They were promising her a thousand unknown stories, a thousand doors into worlds she had never seen before.”
Source: Inkheart
“Her cut finger has begun to bleed slightly and she licks the blood away. Salt, metal, black earth. Blood has such a tenebrous taste.”
Source: Be My Wolff
“Her dad must be a big guy. He pictured a muscular man with a baseball hat on backwards, smoking a cigarette, and drinking a bottle of Wild Turkey while watching underground cockfighting tapes.”
Source: If You Were There
“Her dad never brought Phil and Lara back to the graveyard. He had buried some of her mother's things beneath a honeysuckle in the garden. A worn leather glove, a birthday card that she had written for each of them. The last photograph of the four of them together.
There was a wisdom to what he had done; Lara saw it now. As the memory of her mother faded, the honeysuckle grew stronger. When Lara stood beneath it in summer, when it was in full bloom, her mother's sweetness seemed to live on in the scent of the flowers.”
Source: The Flower Arrangement
“Her dad’s coming,” she said, voice shrill.
“What?” we all said in unison.
Tristan, Ayden and the fairy looked at me and said, “What?”
“What?” I repeated, panicked and irritated at my lack of control in responding to a fairy I wasn’t
supposed to see or hear.
“What?” came their reply.
“What?” I continued the theme of repetition because I lacked any form of explanation.
Ayden held up a hand for silence. “Why are you ‘whatting’?”
“What?”
The hand again. “Okay, stop that,” Ayden said.”
Source: Demons at Deadnight
“Her dad shows up, and instead of getting mad at Denise, he wraps his arm around her and helps her to his car like she's crippled. I could've crippled her. Missed my chance.”
Source: Brighter Than the Sun