H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Her dad turned to me. "You. Follow Me."
"Woof," I said.”
Source: Endless Summer
“Her daddy drank all day and mommy did drugs, never wanted to play or give kisses and hugs. She'd watch the TV and sit there on the couch, while her mom fell asleep and her daddy went out.”
“Her daddy wrapped her up in a big bear hug and swung her around like he used to do when she was a little girl. Tiana clung to his big frame, soaking in the safety and security and love he embodied. Her throat tightened with emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.
"That felt like old times, baby girl."
"It felt like the best times," Tiana answered.”
Source: Almost There
“Her dads warned her that some people won't understand their family and might say ignorant (their word) and hurtful things to her and it might not be their fault because of what they've been taught by other ignorant people with too much hate in their hearts, and, yes, it was very sad. Wen assumed they were talking about the same bad or stranger-danger people that hide in the city and want to take her away, but the more they talked to her about what Scott had said and why others might say things like that, too, the more it seemed like they were talking about everyday kind of people. Weren't the three of them everyday kind of people? She pretended to understand for her dads' sake, but she didn't and still doesn't. Why do she and her family need to be understood or explained to anyone else?”
Source: The Cabin at the End of the World
“Her dakikanın her saniyesi veya her saatin her dakikası ya da her günün her saati sana ya keder ya da mutluluk getirme potansiyeli taşır!”
“Her dark eyes sparkled in the sunlight as she stared up at me. "You are a moon child. She calls to you.”
Source: Harvest Moon
“Her dark thoughts spilled like a large coffee overflowing in an espresso cup. The coffee was bitter and strong, full of caffeine. It was a drug she didn't like, an addiction of darkness that was embedded inside her. It was a coffee being served without a smile, and one that she didn't want to drink.”
Source: The Colours of Denial
“Her dark world was bright because of her sparkling attitude!”
“Her dark-eyed glare narrowed on me. "You could have least given him a shirt, Kaylee." "Like you're an expert on when it's appropriate to wear a shirt." Sabine bristled. "This seems headed into girl-fight territory," Tod said. "Should I make popcorn?”
“Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like "Second Tall Man".”
“Her daughter has not answered her phone in two days. And there is no way to know if the silence means that she has caught the sickness, or if it is only proof of the natural order of things: how parents are always so much more focussed on their children than the other way around.”
Source: The Dreamers
“Her days come and go like birds, her dreams like days.”
Source: North of Nowhere, South of Loss
“Her death...brought me as nothing else could do to know and end my jealousy of God. It saved her faith from assault.”
“Her death had crushed my heart and all I wanted to do was burrow and hide, to be solitarily numb. Yet the more I burrowed, the more she was there — inside my brain, inside my soul.”
Source: Resting in My Soul: Tracing Threads of Myth and Memory
“Her death has had a huge effect on me. It felt like a big hole appeared on my left side - apparently your left side is your mother - which I thought could never be filled. Now I think what you have to do is fill it with yourself because your mother is part of you. I'm easing into that space, using it and being comforted by it.”
“Her death leaves me both depleted and emboldened. That's what tragedy does to you, I am learning. The sadness and wild freedom of it all impart a strange durability. I feel weathered and detached, tucking my head against the winds and trudging forward into life.”
Source: The Rules of Inheritance
“Her death the dividing mark: Before and After.”
“Her death was described as 'one of the greatest blows the Duke has ever received', but nothing was mentioned about Elizabeth's undoubted grief. High mortality rates did not inure anybody to the loss of a child.”
Source: The Waiting Game: The Untold Story of the Women Who Served the Tudor Queens
“Her death was every bit as quiet and understated as she herself had been”
“Her death was my fault. Other people have always been a little too quick to assure me that it wasn't; and yes, only a kid, who could have known, terrible accident, rotten luck, could have happened to anyone, it's all perfectly true and I don't believe a word of it.”
Source: The Goldfinch
“Her death was not something they could affect. Her life was something they always would have.”
Source: Lightbreakers
“Her ‘death’ was the only way for her to live.”
Source: Redemption
“Her death would leave me scattered, talking to chairs and pillows. Don't let us die, I want to cry out to that fifth-century sky ablaze with mystery and spiral light. Let us both live forever, in sickness and health, feebleminded, doddering, toothless, liver-spotted, dim-sighted, hallucinating. Who decides these things? What is out there? Who are you?”
Source: White Noise
“Her deep romantic nature prevented her from demanding, from asking for that quenching. She wanted it to come freely, like flowers that are sent and not requested.”
“Her default setting is to say no to any offers of help, that she’s fine, even when she’s not.”
Source: Bad Tourists
“Her definition of a stranger:
"The person staring back at me in the mirror”
“Her definition of love was obligation and guilt.”
Source: The Pale-Faced Lie
“Her definition of romance was absentminded intimacy, the way someone else's hand stray to your plate of food. I replied: no, that's just friendship; romance is always knowing exactly where that someone else's hands are. She smiled and said, there was a time I thought that way, too. But at the heart of the romance is the knowledge that those hands may wander off elsewhere, but somehow through luck or destiny or plain blind groping they'll find a way back to you, and maybe you'll be smart enough then to be grateful for everything that's still possible, in spit of your own weaknesses- and his.”
“Her delicate brows drew together. “As a rancher, surely he knows how to ride a horse.”
“He can ride just fine. He took it into his head that he could break this rangy mustang, and it broke him instead.”
-Houston and Amelia”
Source: Texas Destiny
“Her delicate, nimble fingers stroked across his stomach muscles. He sucked in a breath, words deserting him. She pushed his shirt up his chest, her hands immediately going back to sweeping across his stomach, sending heat streaking through him.
"Ooh, someone's been working out. You feel so good," she murmured. "I bet you taste even better."
"Sloane." Instead of the semi-warning tone he was going for, his voice broke off in a quiver as she lowered her mouth.
The first touch of her lips on his abdomen sent his pulse skyrocketing. "I was right. You taste so good." She lifted her glittering eyes. "Let me play."
This was her party. She was feeling good. He wanted to flip their bodies and taste every inch of her body, but she wanted this. And he wanted whatever she wanted. He nodded, since talking was beyond him at the moment. He sat up to whip his shirt over his head, then returned to his prone position. He was immediately rewarded with her mouth on his neck.
"You have the best Adam's apple," she murmured. "I've lusted after it for over a decade."
His laughter turned into a moan when her lips and hands continued exploring. "The veins in your forearms turn me on," she whispered. "I command you to wear dress shirts every day and then as soon as you see me, roll up your sleeves very slowly, so I can lust after them in public."
"Got it.”
Source: A Legend in the Baking
“Her delight in the smallest things was like that of a child. There were days when she ran in the garden, like a child of ten, after a butterfly or a dragon-fly. This courtesan who had cost more money in bouquets than would have kept a whole family in comfort, would sometimes sit on the grass for an hour, examining the simple flower whose name she bore.”
“Her demon had pursued and seduced him. She hoped he hadn’t placed too much importance on that.”
Source: Black Widow Demon
“Her deniz feneri bilir ki dev dalgalar geldiğinde hiç kimse yardım etmeyecektir! Ve hiç kimsenin yardım etmeyeceğini bildiğin zaman daha ciddi savaşırsın!”
“Her description of a perfect day sounds perfectly ordinary: “I will sleep long, have a relaxed breakfast. Then I’ll go out for some fresh air, chat with my husband or with friends. I might go to the theater, to the opera, or listen to a concert. If I’m rested, I might read a good book. And I would cook dinner. I like cooking!” These are the dreams of a person who had not been truly free for the last sixteen years. Though no longer young, Merkel is spry enough to enjoy the simplest of pleasures: country rambles, leisurely meals with (nonpolitical) friends, and music and books instead of charts, polls, and position papers. These pleasures will not replace the satisfaction of outsmarting a foe with her legendary stamina and command of facts. But, never one to ruminate over feelings, she will observe her own reaction to this new life with a scientist’s curiosity. In the short term, she is likely to spend time near her childhood home in the province of Brandenburg, where she first learned to love nature and which she still regards as her Heimat, or spiritual home. She’ll travel, too. Among her stated dreams is to fly over the Andes Mountains—an idealized destination; a metaphor for freedom.”
Source: The Chancellor: The Remarkable Odyssey of Angela Merkel
“Her desire for fame is like her hair. It keeps getting bigger. [on Diana Ross”
“Her desire is to help others, because she truly cares. She makes things better, because she is a caring woman.”
Source: Woman of Virtue: Power-Filled Quotes for a Powerful Woman
“Her desires are mine. Her wishes are mine. Should even the world stand against her, my blade will be at her side. And should it fail to protect her, let my own existence be forfeit." - Ash”
Source: The Iron Queen
“Her despair grew so great that it burst her breast open and like a bird of fire shattered the stone and broke out into the light of day--the light of day, faint in her windowless room.”
Source: The Tombs of Atuan
“Her despair growing like a weight she couldn't carry.”
Source: The Midnight Library
“Her dignity consists in being unknown to the world; her glory is in the esteem of her husband; her pleasures in the happiness of her family.”
“Her dish's secret ingredient is an impromptu Greek yogurt. It's a unique type of yogurt that's thickened and concentrated via a straining process."
Strained yogurt?
Straining yogurt with a cheesecloth, or even paper towels, removes some of its moisture, condensing the yogurt while giving its flavor a gentle body, reminiscent of cheese. Miss Nakiri mixed some strained yogurt into the meringue she used for her batter. That gave her pancakes a deeper, more complex flavor that, in turn, made the simple sweetness of her brown sugar bean paste stand out even more!”
Source: 食戟のソーマ 29 [Shokugeki no Souma 29]
“Her dog, Taco, greeted her at the door and wagged his nubby tail. He was a black and brown Min Pin that Julieta had found near a dumpster six months ago. He'd had mange and a cloudy eye. Mamá had at first refused to let her keep him, but Julieta had stood up to her and nursed him back to health.”
Source: Ramón and Julieta
“Her drama was a drama not of heaviness but of lightness. What fell to her lot was not the burden but the unbearable lightness of being.”
“Her drawers were pushed to her ankles, and his mouth wandered upward, his breath like puffs of steam against the tender skin of her leg. Evie made a low keening sound as he parted the private curls curls between her thighs. The two fingers he slipped inside her were immediately clasped and caressed, her inner muscles working as if to draw him deeper. Evie's eyes half closed, and a passion-blush swept over her body in uneven drifts of pink. "Sebastian."
"Shhh..." His fingers pushed higher, and his mouth nudged past the swollen folds of her sex. He teased the straining little peak, licking in a sly counter-rhythm to the gentle thrust of his fingers. Evie arched against the door, her throat aching from the effort not to cry out. He did not pause or relent, did not allow her a single moment to catch her breath, only stroked and tormented her hot, twitching flesh, driving the sensation higher and higher until at last she choked back a scream and shuddered with rapture. His mouth stayed on her, drawing out every last ripple of fulfillment until she was finally still, her weary flesh emptied of sensation.”
Source: Devil in Winter
“her dream of becoming a nurse was no ordinary yearning : it was the product of a desire as richly and completely imagined as a novel or a poem. It recalled for him what it meant to be driven to better yourself, to lay claim to a wider world.”
Source: The hungry tide
“Her dreams dispersed in disarray;
with clouds above, they float away.
How is she to follow them with broken wings?
Chasing after them with vines and twigs
wrapped around her frail body.”
Source: Lullaby of the Universe
“Her dreams had felt impossible and she had felt so courageous for believing in them. But know she realized those were never her dreams, not really. They had been dreams borrowed from stories, dreams she had clung to because she had yet to imagine her own dreams.”
Source: Once Upon a Broken Heart
“Her dreams might be ground up with them someday, but not before she seized the controls of the machine and ran it over the edge. For with her she carried the elixir of death. Her redemption for those who belonged. And she would see that they joined her when the big engine fell.”
Source: The Towpath: A Time Travel Suspense Thriller
“Her dreams took up a sharper precision of outline. She sought deliberately in her past for facts long since forgotten, for lips that from afar she had adored, for bodies vaguely recognized which chance meetings and the random happenings of dream had brought into innocent contact with her own. She composed a symphony of happiness, invented a world of delights, built up from odds and ends a wholly impossible universe of love.”
Source: Thérèse Desqueyroux
“Her dreams were otherworldly birds. They flew out of a stunted yew tree in the garden of her childhood and circled the roof of her house, cawing, years of their hoarse cries and black wings.”
Source: After Sappho