H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Her dreams, when they came, were not about her dead, beloved brother but were full of shiny water and a goldenhaired boy and menace. Somehow, everything always seemed to come back to him.”
Source: The Last Innocent Hour
“Her dreamy countenance infuriated me more than her words. I had seen that expression directed at me once upon a time.”
Source: Didn't Get Frazzled: humorous medical fiction
“Her dress blooms around her like a jellyfish moving through water as she twirls around the room. The iridescent pink underlay catches the light beneath layers of pale peach tulle. Delicate magenta flowers cascade from her left shoulder, falling across the bodice.”
Source: Dance of the Starlit Sea
“Her düşünce, her konuşma kendi kendine olmak demektir. Bir şeyi bir insanla bölüşmek gene kendi kendinle bölüşmek demektir. Bir insanla sevişmek, gene kendi kendinle sevişmek demektir. Birisiyle birlikte olmak, yalnız olmak demektir.”
Source: Yaşamın Ucuna Yolculuk
“Her ears felt pinched. She reached up, realizing that she'd accidentally slept in the diomand earrings from the Crown Jewels Collection. Oops. She unscrewed them and tossed them onto her bedside table, then lunged for her phone, suddenly desperate to know whether Teddy had texted.”
Source: American Royals
“Her education only made her unhappy thinking about it - that no matter how much she changed her life, she could not change the world that surrounded her.”
Source: The Kitchen God's Wife
“Her elf is going to do just that,” he said, the red glow of the ever-after sun turning his hair auburn, almost as red as mine. “I did not work this hard at getting her to accept who she is to let you take your spoiled brat of a little-boy temper tantrum out on her. She stays on my side of the lines.”
“Her elongated eyes did not close as other women's eyes did, but like the eyes of tigers, pumas and leopards, the two lids meeting lazily and slowly; and they seemed slightly sewn together towards the nose, making them narrow, with a lascivious, oblique glance falling from them like the glance of a woman who does not want to see what is being done to her body. All this gave her an air of being made love to, which aroused the Baron as soon as he met her.”
Source: Delta of Venus
“Her emotions had been tossed like a bark in a tempest the past few days.”
Source: A Winter's Knight
“Her emotions were a brewing tidal wave during her days of pensive solitude - waiting, anticipating the best, dreading the worst. - 'Souls of Her Daughters”
Source: Souls of Her Daughters
“Her empathy was like a double-edged razor that allowed her to experience the nethermost of human joys and sorrows. The best and worst of emotions cut her to the bone. The pain of her heart was like a tortuous phantom that lived outside her body. She could feel its presence. It clung to her breasts like a nursing infant. Pressure on her chest. Stealing her breath. I don't want to hurt like this, she thought. Then she remembered the alternative. She pictured life without feeling and imagined the sociopath existence. It is better to feel, she said.”
Source: Ruinland Chronicles Vol.2
“Her endless complaining was finally too much for Sara to take. "Oh, good Lord, that's enough," she exclaimed impatiently.
"I'm going to die," Joyce moaned.
"Unfortunately that's not the case. The bullet passed cleanly through your shoulder, the bleeding's stopped, and whatever discomfort you feel isn't nearly enough to make up for all you've done," Sara continued with growing exasperation. "The first time I met Derek was on the night you had his face slashed, and ever since then you've harassed and tormented us both. You brought this on yourself!"
"You're enjoying my suffering," Joyce whined.
"Somehow I can't dredge up much sympathy for a woman who's just tried to kill me! And when I think of the cruel, callous way you destroyed Derek's club..."
"He'll always hate me for that," Joyce whispered in satisfaction. "I'll always have that part of him, at least."
"No," Sara said firmly. "I'm going to fill his life with such happiness that he'll have no room to hate anyone. He won't spare you a thought. You'll be nothing to him.”
Source: Dreaming of You
“Her engagement ring has a Dwayne Johnson of a diamond on it...”
Source: The Exact Opposite of Okay
“Her enormous eyes were staring straight into his silver ones.
He couldn’t look away, couldn’t let go of her hand. He couldn’t have moved if his life depended on it. He was lost in those blue-violet eyes, somewhere in their mysterious, haunting, sexy depths. What was it he had decided? Decreed? He was not going to allow her anywhere near Peter’s funeral. Why was his resolve fading away to nothing? He had reasons, good reasons. He was certain of it. Yet now, drowning in her huge eyes, his thoughts on the length of her lashes, the curve of her cheek, the feel of her skin, he couldn’t think of denying her. After all, she hadn’t tried to defy him; she didn’t know he had made the decision to keep her away from Peter’s funeral. She was including him in the plans, as if they were a unit, a team. She was asking his advice. Would it be so terrible to please her over this? It was important to her.
He blinked to keep from falling into her gaze and found himself staring at the perfection of her mouth. The way her lips parted so expectantly. The way the tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her full lower lip. Almost a caress. He groaned. An invitation. He braced himself to keep from leaning over and tracing the exact path with his own tongue. He was being tortured. Tormented.
Her perfect lips formed a slight frown. He wanted to kiss it right off her mouth. “What is it, Gregori?” She reached up to touch his lips with her fingertip. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest. He caught her wrist and clamped it against his pumping heart.
“Savannah,” he whispered. An ache. It came out that way. An ache. He knew it. She knew it. God, he wanted her with every cell in his body. Untamed. Wild. Crazy. He wanted to bury himself so deep inside her that she would never get him out.
Her hand trembled in answer, a slight movement rather like the flutter of butterfly wings. He felt it all the way through his body. “It is all right, mon amour,” he said softly. “I am not asking for anything.”
“I know you’re not. I’m not denying you anything. I know we need to have time to become friends, but I’m not going to deny what I feel already. When you’re close to me, my body temperature jumps about a thousand degrees.” Her blue eyes were dark and beckoning, steady on his.
He touched her mind very gently, almost tenderly, slipped past her guard and knew what courage it took for her to make the admission. She was nervous, even afraid, but willing to meet him halfway. The realization nearly brought him to his knees. A muscle jumped in his jaw, and the silver eyes heated to molten mercury, but his face was as impassive as ever.
“I think you are a witch, Savannah, casting a spell over me.” His hand cupped her face, his thumb sliding over her delicate cheekbone.
She moved closer, and he felt her need for comfort, for reassurance. Her arms slid tentatively around his waist. Her head rested on his sternum. Gregori held her tightly, simply held her, waiting for her trembling to cease. Waiting for the warmth of his body to seep into hers. Gregori’s hand came up to stroke the thick length of silken, ebony hair, taking pleasure in the simple act. It brought a measure of peace to both of them. He would never have believed what a small thing like holding a woman could do to a man. She was turning his heart inside out; unfamiliar emotions surged wildly through him and wreaked havoc with his well-ordered life. In his arms, next to his hard strength, she felt fragile, delicate, like an exotic flower that could be easily broken.
“Do not worry about Peter, ma petite,” he whispered into the silken strands of her hair. “We will see to his resting place tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Gregori,” Savannah said. “It matters a lot to me.”
He lifted her easily into his arms. “I know. It would be simpler if I did not. Come to my bed, chérie, where you belong.”
Source: Dark Magic
“Her enthusiasm for the organ is contagious. Enough to convince you that the alphabet posters in kindergarten classrooms should declare that "P" is for 'placenta'...”
Source: Like a Mother: A Feminist Journey Through the Science and Culture of Pregnancy
“Her entire body quivered. "What is it about me that you're attracted to?" "For starters, the sexy underwear you put on beneath your clothes." "You've only seen my underwear once." "Twice," he said. "I looked down your top at the pier." "You did not." "Pink-and-white polka-dot bra." "Oh my God." "That's what I was thinking." -Mallory and Ty”
“Her entire face lights up like a solar flare. She shines so brightly that everything else pales in comparison. I feel helplessly trapped in her magnetic field, so close to the sun I might burst into flames.”
Source: The Fine Print
“Her entry ticket into the High Auction is supposed to arrive today, and their mail can never be late.”
Source: The High Auction
“Her, enveloped in the smell of the snow, and her cold fingertips, and the sound of the black clouds drifting through the sky so high above, and her heart, and my feelings, and our apartment. . . The snow soaks up every sound. Only the sounds of the train she rides reach my pricked-up ears. I . . . and probably she, too . . . like this world, I think.”
Source: She and Her Cat
“Her er rummelig og bredt, her slår vi oss ned i en grushaug og spiser mat og drikker saft og ligger på ryggen med sprikende knær og røker pipe, mens blikket går lange turer på himmelen med hodet ned.”
Source: Barske glæder og andre temaer fra et liv under åpen himmel
“Her erkeğin iki çeşit seks biyografisi vardır: Genellikle yalnız birincisinden, yani cinsel ilişkiler ve rastlantılardan oluşan bir listeden sözedilir. Daha ilginç olanı, kuşkusuz öteki biyografidir: elde etmek istediğimiz ve elimizden kaçırdığımız kadınların toplamı, sonuçlandırılamamış çabaların acıh öy-küsü.”
Source: The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
“Her escape is my own.
I tell her, yes. Yes. We ride
out for breath over the distance.
Night air approaches, the galloping
other-life.
No sound.
No sound.”
Source: She Had Some Horses
“Her essay about the wedding ring was short. Kerr wrote: "Things are just things - they have no power to hurt or to heal. Only people can do that. And we can all choose whether to be hurt or healed by the people who love us." That was all. And that was everything.”
Source: Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul II: More Stories of Life, Love and Learning
“Her every fidget gave him a sweet little nuzzle, and God almighty, did she fidget.”
Source: Written on Your Skin
“Her evident self-possession, though, seemed at odds with the sunglasses, the ends of which were chewed and discolored.”
“Her excitement grew as she tried to cut the rope that fastened Leonard to the earth. Woven of bitter experience, it resisted her.”
Source: Howards End
“Her existence alone was excuse enough to justify the creation of the entire world.”
“Her experience had been of a kind to teach her, rightly or wrongly, that the doubtful honor of a brief transit through a sorry world hardly called for effusiveness, even when the path was suddenly irradiated at some half-way point by daybeams rich as hers. But her strong sense that neither she nor any human being deserved less than was given, did not blind her to the fact that there were others receiving less who had deserved much more. And in being forced to class herself among the fortunate she did not cease to wonder at the persistence of the unforeseen, when the one to whom such unbroken tranquility had been accorded in the adult stage was she whose youth had seemed to teach that happiness was but the occasional episode in a general drama of pain.”
Source: The Mayor of Casterbridge
“Her expression almost never changed. Made it hard to tell what she was thinking. But also made her seem separate from the rest of the world. It was like she lived so deep in the ocean even light
couldn’t reach her. Like a fish that couldn’t see the dark lonely depths, because it was always dreaming about sunlight.”
Source: Made in Heaven: Kazemichi #1
“Her expression falls slightly as she senses that my walls are up and she's not nearly strong enough to climb over. Not even today when she is leukaemia's version of Superwoman.”
“Her expression morphed into all seasons at once.”
Source: Clashing Waters: The Obyascon Prince
“Her exquisiteness was intangible. She was my burning rose.”
Source: Lies We Extinguished: A Novel
“Her eye fell everywhere on lawns and plantations of the freshest green; and the trees, though not fully clothed, were in that delightful state when farther beauty is known to be at hand, and when, while much is actually given to the sight, more yet remains for the imagination.”
Source: The Complete Works of Jane Austen: All novels, short stories, letters and poems
“Her eyebrow flopped into the rice pudding.”
Source: Chains
“Her eyebrows knit, and she leans forward farther over the wheel. I wonder how long I could watch her think without getting bored. I estimate at least thirty-nine minutes.”
Source: What to Say Next
“Her eyelids lowered, and her irises darkened a shade, flickering with unmistakable desire. “All I want is you.”
Source: Knights of Stone: Seth
“Her eyes always had a frantic, lost look. He could never cure her eyes of that.”
“Her eyes, always sad, now looked into the mirror with particular hopelessness. "She's flattering me," thought the princess, and she turned away and went on reading. Julie, however, was not flattering her friend: indeed, the princess's eyes, large, deep, and luminous (sometimes it was as if rays of light came from them in sheaves), were so beautiful that very often, despite the unattractiveness of the whole face, those eyes were more attractive than beauty. But the princess had never seen the good expression of thise eyes, the expression they had in moments when she was not thinking of herself. As with all people, the moment she looked in the mirror, her face assumed a strained, unnatural, bad expression.”
Source: War and Peace
“Her eyes are brown like the morning sand breaking in a new day.”
Source: Controversial Love
“Her eyes are full of sadness,
I am on a pilgrimage since millennia.”
“Her eyes are glassy as she turns to me and says, "Thanks, Jack. For bringing me home.”
“Her eyes are grey. Her hair is straggly and wet. Her fingers are stubby. The nails are chewed and broken. Her teeth are crooked, jagged things. There is a vacancy in her gaze, a feeling of absence when you are near her that is impossible to put into words. Her sigil is the hooked ring. One day her hook will catch your heart. Describing her, we articulate what she is and why she is: when hope is past, she is there. She is in a thousand thousand waiting rooms and empty streets, in grey concrete buildings and anonymous hotels. She is on the other side of every mirror. When the eyes that look back at you know you too well, and no longer care for what they see, they are her eyes. She stands and waits, and in her posture the pain no longer tells you to live, and in her presence joy is unimaginable.”
Source: The Sandman: Endless Nights
“Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.”
“Her eyes are liquid and draining out of her.”
Source: Fearless
“Her eyes are planets whose subjects aren’t subject to the laws of gravity.”
“Her eyes are shockingly black—shocking not because black eyes are particularly rare, but because she’s wearing smoky gray eyeshadow and dark eyeliner to accentuate them further. Makeup, while the world is ending. You don’t know whether to be awed or affronted by that.”
Source: The Fifth Season
“Her eyes are the bright blue of chipped beach glass.”
Source: The Stolen Heir
“Her eyes are the sun,
and her eyelashes,
Apollo's reins.”
Source: We Will Never Be Here Again
“Her eyes are the windows to her soul. They can show you rawness of a winter storm; they can embrace you in the beauty of unbridled love. And once consumed, there is no going back.”
“Her eyes are the windows to her soul. They can show you the rawness of a winter storm; they can embrace you in the beauty of unbridled love. Once consumed, there is no going back.”