H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Her genius, as has before been mentioned, is a genius for living, for being vital. Many people merely exist, are kept alive by others, or continue to vegetate because the persistence action of normal function will allow of their doing no less. Bettina Vanderpoel had lived vividly and in the midst of a self-created atmosphere of action from her first hour. It was not possible for her to be one of the horde of mere spectators where soever she moved there was some occult stirring of the mental and even physical air. Her pulses beat too strongly, her blood ran too fast to allow of inaction of mind of body.”
Source: The Shuttle
“Her gerici zihnin içinde ilerici bir zihne gizli hayranlık vardır! Bu gizli hayranlık bazen gerici zihnin ilerici bir zihne evrilmesine ya da en azından zaman zaman ilerici davranışlar sergilemesine sebep olur!”
“Her ghost is still orbiting Earth inside the tiny dim lit room. Orbiting endlessly like an invisible moon circling our beautiful blue planet.”
Source: Broken Maps to Miniature Flights
“Her gifts usher her to places she has never been. The work of her own hands opened doors she had never seen. She is a gifted woman.”
Source: Woman of Virtue: Power-Filled Quotes for a Powerful Woman
“Her girlhood was spent in graceless toil and crowned by an early marriage. Wasted by a quarter-century of childbearing, she saw a row of graves dug for her children. Often she survived as a widow to fend for the remainder of her brood. She could rarely influence the impetuous decisions of her husband and sons, and, never far from the family graveyard, mourned through long years the results of their errors.”
Source: Night Comes to the Cumberlands: A Biography of a Depressed Area
“Her glare was so intense that you completely forgot she was wearing pink.”
Source: Half Moon Investigations
“Her glass wings are gone.”
Source: Lady Oracle
“Her gloom and loneliness forgotten as she found peace in the strength and stillness of her movement up the mixed terrain of the North Face.”
“Her glowing skin, now sallow. Her fiery soul, now parched. Everything around her seemed to fade into black. Sounds, textures, all of her five senses now numb. She could not sleep.”
Source: Tajrish
“Her goals had been the goals of radical women a century ago: to become a lawyer . . . to compete toe-to-toe with men. But like any second-hand goal, it felt like a burden. It had already been fulfilled ten million times over by other women. Penny wanted a dream of her own, but she had no idea how that dream would look.”
Source: Beautiful You
“Her godmother, who was a fairy, said, "You would like to go to the ball, is that not so?”
Source: Cendrillon and the Glass Slipper: The French 'Cinderella' Fairytale
“Her golden throated scent like pastry soaked in milk hovered, her wet reptile mouth gave kisses seen only in the mind, raised and heightened to altars of breezy hate. With a glowing white back-light, pastel images in soft focus moved, danced, in a contorted frenzy, part of a bitter hued blue smoking reverie.”
Source: Blue Reverie in Smoke: Collected Poems 2001-2016
“Her grandfather's books [...] opened before Ada, a world whose colours were so dazzling that reality paled in comparison and faded away. Boris Godunov, Satan, Athalia, King Lear: they all spoke words charged with meaning; every syllable was inexpressively precious”
“Her grandmother had a life, a life Claire hadn't known about or even imagined. She had tried so hard to know everything about Grandma Waverley, to be everything she was. But Grandma Waverley must have sensed something in Sydney, a kindred soul, with Sydney's brightness and popularity. She gave Claire the wisdom of her old age, but she gave Sydney the secrets of her youth.”
Source: Garden Spells
“Her grandmother had once told her that one of life's best lessons was not being afraid to look foolish -- to just ask the question.”
“Her grandmother's cooking area was small- a tiny sink, no dishwasher, a bit of a counter- but out of it came tortellini filled with meat and nutmeg and covered in butter and sage, soft pillows of gnocchi, roasted chickens that sent the smell of lemon and rosemary slipping through the back roads of the small town, bread that gave a visiting grandchild a reason to unto the kitchen on cold mornings and nestle next to the fireplace, a hunk of warm, newly baked breakfast in each hand.”
Source: The School of Essential Ingredients
“Her grandmother used to say there were men the devil put on earth to test good women. Clara was tempted to ask the guy whether he'd just zip-lined in from hell.
"Go away," she said instead.
His smile was worth a thousand words, most of them dirty. His voice dipped. "How can I, when your eyes begged me to come over?”
Source: Flash Fire
“Her grandmother used to tell her that a pink sky meant someone in the distance had just fallen in love . . . .”
Source: The Peach Keeper: A Novel
“Her grandmother, as she gets older, is not fading but rather becoming more concentrated.”
Source: Feeding the Eagles: Short Stories
“her grass seemed
greener until
a drought came
and cracked the earth
beneath you.”
Source: The Chaos of Longing
“Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment.”
“Her green eyes came unafraid to his. The connection was so intense that it threatened to drain his sense of self. He felt that he had always known her, that she had always been a part of him, that her needs were his needs.”
Source: Wizard's First Rule
“Her green eyes flutter all the way open, and she looks amused. It pricks his ego slightly. After that kiss, shouldn’t she be fainting at his feet? But she’s grinning.”
Source: City of Bones
“Her green eyes look as if they are on fire in the in the reflection of the candle's light.”
Source: Partin: the Chosen: In the King's Army Book 1:
“Her grey eyes sparkled with passion as she spoke. Sid looked into them and for a second he glimpsed her soul. He saw what she was - fierce and brave. Upright. Impatient. And good. So good that she would sit covered in gore, shout at dangerous men, and keep a long, lonely vigil - all to save the likes of him. He realized she was a rare creature, as rare as a rose in winter.”
“Her grey, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home.”
Source: The Great Gatsby Film tie-in Edition: Official Film Edition including interview with Baz Luhrmann
“Her grief, especially, seemed to have been washed and ironed during the day so that it could be presented to her again each evening, clean and fresh”
Source: A Map of Glass
“Her grief formed iron shackles around my ankles, weighing me down as it tightened around my neck. Emotion clogged my throat, tasting like... like bitter desperation and sour hopelessness.”
Source: From Blood and Ash
“Her grief grieved her. His devastated her.”
Source: The God of Small Things
“Her grief had felt so heavy and she had wanted to find somewhere to put it, a container big enough and strong enough and old enough to hold it.
She'd wanted to share it.”
Source: Ink Blood Sister Scribe
“Her grief is a palpable thing. It isn’t weeping or wailing, at least not from where I can see. It isn’t crying out or screaming to the skies. It’s a quiet pain that sneaks its way into conversations around the fire. It tinges old memories with a layer of regret and burrows deep enough she carries it without anyone noticing.”
Source: The Ballad of the Last Dragon
“Her grief still burdened her, and she knew she would bear it the rest of her days.”
Source: Independence!
“Her grief was so big and wild it terrified her, like an evil beast that had erupted from under the floorboards.”
Source: The Casual Vacancy
“Her grin changed her quiet presence into something altogether different, something that made it hard to look away. There were lots of pretty girls in my hometown, including my on-again, off-again girlfriend, but no one who looked like this odd girl with her sprinkle of freckles and ragged haircut. Had someone attacked her head with a pair of scissors?”
Source: The Secret to Letting Go
“Her grip tightened; their eyes met. "I warn you, the road leads through darkness."
Sahsa said, "Then we will go through darkness sister.”
Source: Winternight Trilogy
“Her growing possessiveness felt both good and bad.”
Source: Death Leaves a Shadow
“Her guts told her that something was amiss. Alexandra only spoke to her intestines once in a while, so she wasn’t sure if they were to be trusted.”
Source: The Stork Ate My Brother...And Other Totally Believable Stories
“Her göl bir okyanus olmayı hayal etmez. Kutsanmışlar, kim olduklarıyla mutlu olanlardır.”
“Her gün kaderimizi yeniden seçeriz!”
“Her gün sabah kalkıp yola çıkarız. Burada önemli olan şey dünkü senle mi yola çıktığın yoksa dünden bugüne olumlu anlamda gelişme göstermiş bugünkü yeni-senle mi yola çıktığındır! Eğer dünden bu yana kendine akılcı bir şey eklemediysen bugün kat edeceğin yol dünkünden daha iyi, daha verimli, daha doğru olmayacaktır!”
“Her gün yeni bir macera gibi başlar ama yaşanan her şey çoğunlukla tekdüzedir ve hemen hepsi hayal kırıklığı ile biter. Bazen gün boyunca yeni insanlar tanırsınız, onlarla ve yarattıkları şeylerle zaman geçirirsiniz, farklı yerlere gidersiniz ve her an bir şeyler olacakmış gibi gelir ama günün sonunda, ta uykunuzun geldiği o istemsiz âna kadar hiçbir şey olmaz. Hayat bir film, kitap ya da tiyatro oyunu değildir çünkü. Çok daha ışıltısız, çok daha plânsız ve çok daha acımasızdır. Ondan yine de keyif alırız çünkü bir şeylerin olacağına dair umudumuz vardır.”
Source: Çıplak ve Kadınlar Arasında
“Her günün her sonu o günün en önemli zamanıdır çünkü geçmişinle yüzleşirsin ve yarına bir şans yakalarsın geçmiş hatalarını tekrar etmemek için!”
“Her güzel sokak, bir mutluluk limanıdır!”
“Her güzellik başka bir güzellikle tamamlanmalıdır: Pencereler çiçeklerle, ağaçlar kuşlarla, dağlar sislerle, hayat iyilikle…”
“Her hair burst from her head like a fireworks shell erupting, framing her face in spray of red-blond energy.”
Source: Between the Shadow and the Soul
“Her hair curled around her shoulders, long and loose, held back with glinting clips, in one those magical ways girls have of making their hair look like it is supposed to be up, but also sort of falling down.”
Source: Beautiful Creatures
“Her hair falls down like tears”
Source: The Bloody Chamber And Other Stories
“Her hair falls loose in a cascade of black curls, caught in a crown of magenta bougainvillea.”
Source: The Stolen Heir
“Her hair fragrant with hints of vanilla and cinnamon, subtle enough to make him wonder if it were the spices or truly the way she smelled.”
Source: Black Fire
“Her hair gives dawn it's fire, her eyes give dusk her soul" He knew how to use his voice to melt a girl's heart, to make a girl want to believe. I steeled myself against the seductive words. "Excuse me?" "It's a line of poetry describing a beautiful girl, one who doesn't seem to know it.”