H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Her husband was a very loving man.
Trouble was, she caught him at it.”
“Her husband was sent to boarding school at an early age and though deprived of his family's presence, their name was always ahead of him, opening every door.”
Source: A Woman of Independent Means
“Her idea of a romantic setting is one that has a diamond in it. If you feel the need to marry a doctor, I suggest a dermatologist. Good hours, free Retin-A.”
“Her idea of who's worth what ain't mine.”
“Her image had passed into his soul for ever and no word had broken the holy silence of his ecstasy. Her eyes had called him and his soul had leaped at the call. To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life! A wild angel had appeared to him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life, to throw open before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all the ways of error and glory. On and on and on and on!”
Source: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
“Her image mirrored in his eyes.
Embraced, tightly holding breath.
Two swaying shadows kept in secret,
shielded by the mountain,
soothing unquenched thirst
for one another.
Their throbbing hearts,
finding peace in fervour.”
“Her imagination painted Georgie twenty years later, sitting in leg irons before some Broken psychiatrist. "Well, you see, it all started with bubbles.”
“Her imperturbable self-confidence (Duchesse de Maine) caused Madame de Stael to write that the Duchesse believed in herself the same way she believed in God, without explanation or discussion.”
“Her impulse to want less was born of her own early disappointments, sure, but life would inevitably disappoint everyone, she thought. Better to figure out what exactly was worth getting your arms around and hold tight to that, and anything else good that fell into your lap could be a happy bonus.”
Source: The Wilderness
“Her impulse, her need, to be the corrector of injustices, warden of the downtrodden flock. And”
Source: And the Mountains Echoed
“Her inability to be content offended them somehow.”
Source: Chase Me
“Her inanan aynı zamanda bir inançsızdır da, çünkü o, inançsızların inandıkları şeye inanmaz; her inançsız aynı zamanda bir inançlıdır da, çünkü o, inananların inanmadıkları şeye inanır!”
“Her INNER BEAUTY is what makes her outer beauty exquisitely beautiful.”
“Her innocence was maddening. She should know. She should know what her steward had done. She should know it to be her fault whether she’d given the order or not–and whether she knew or not. Innocent? Her? Never.
He did not want her to know. He did not want her to see. But:
Look at me, he found himself thinking furiously at her. Look at me. She lifted her eyes, and did.”
Source: The Winner's Crime
“Her insan ailem.”
Source: Yarasistan: My Wounds, My Crown
“Her insan bazı sesler yaratır: Bu evrende bir melodi ol, bir gürültü değil! Eğer bir melodi olursan bütün kâinat seni dinleyecektir!”
“Her insan benim kardeşimdir. Onların mutluluğu benim sorumluluğum. Onların güvenliği benim sorumluluğum. Onların hayatı benim sorumluluğum!”
Source: Karadeniz Chronicle: The Novel
“Her insan gibi biz de eşsiz bir varlığız ve kıymetimizi bilecek doğru insan oralarda bir yerlerde.”
Source: Sanmasınlar Yıkıldık
“Her insan için hayatta mutlaka bir an gelecektir ve işte o an şöyle söylenecektir: Meğer her şey sadece boş bir rüyaymış!”
“Her insan için hayatının her noktasında mutluluğa giden bir yol vardır. Mutluluğun kapısı her zaman açıktır; girişi kaçırmak gibi bir şey yoktur! Bütün noktalar mutluluğa giriş noktalarıdır!”
“Her insan Machu Picchu’da bir süre yaşamalı! Orada, evrene daha yakın olacaksın ve bu kaotik evrende ne kadar önemsiz olduğunun farkına varacaksın. Seni bu kozmosta büyütecek ve manidar yapacak olan tek güç bilimdir!”
“Her insanın derinliklerine giden gölgeli bir yol vardır; hayatta tanıştığın her kişide bu yolu ara, çünkü insanın gerçek kendisi onun kasvetli derinliklerinde gizlidir.”
“Her insanın düşünmek için sakin bir yeri olmalıdır. Eğer böyle bir yerin yoksa bir tane bulmalısın!”
“Her insanın hayatında geçmişe bakmanın geleceği mahvedebileceği anlar vardır ve o anlarda geriye bakmadan ileriye doğru yürümek yapılabilecek en iyi şeydir!”
“Her insanın kendi kendisinin lideri olduğu ve kimsenin kimseyi takip etmediği bağımsız zihinlerden oluşan bir toplum yaratmayı hedefliyoruz!”
“Her insanın zihninde bir nehir var: Düşünceler Nehri! Fakat her insanın zihninde kutsal bir nehir yok: Doğru Düşünceler Nehri!”
“Her insides quivered with the combination of terror and titillation. The bare bones truth was The Shimmy and Shake Shop needed an infusion of income, since her brand- new ice cream shop had to be rebuilt after a criminal tried to destroy it... and her. So much for the quiet small- town life. Murder, mayhem and milkshakes. Who’da thunk it?”
Source: A Sprinkle in Time
“Her Instagram feed filled up with gorgeous photos of her creations displayed alongside books, some of their links tenuous at best. Double chocolate cookies made with huge chunks of Valrhona chocolate found their American-Parisian mash-up reference in Alcott's Little Women. Currant cinnamon rolls as big as a baby's head were paired with The Secret Garden. Her lemon-blueberry muffins posed alongside a favorite childhood picture book, Blueberries For Sal.”
Source: Brunch at Bittersweet Café
“Her intention was to make the crowd aware, if they weren't already, that John was the giant whose shoulders Emily stood on.”
Source: The Spirit of Pessimism
“Her interest in natural history was confined to observation of the crows' feet gathering around her eyes.”
“Her iron will won international respect. Her unabashed femininity gained women's. Margaret Thatcher was a lady's lady.”
“Her jagged breathing gave her away. She stood, a dark silhouette pressed against the trunk of a cottonwood tree. She was cornered in the yard. No place to go.
Sweet goddess, he traced across her mind. I've only come to seal our destiny. You shouldn't feel so afraid of me. And yet her fear was what he enjoyed. He savored it.”
Source: The Sacrifice
“Her jagged pearl teeth dug into my shoulder. Their cold numbed the pain, as trickles of hot blood dripped into the crux of where our chests met, forming a lake that would flow over and onto the floor. I said nothing, but inside I begged her to bite me again, to keep this intimacy going to keep the greater intimacy at bay.”
Source: Teenage Grave
“Her joke of a name aside, her general unprettiness aside, she was, in terms of permanently memorable, immoderately perceptive, small-area faces, a stunning and final girl.”
Source: FOR ESME- WITH LOVE AND SQUALOR
“Her joy with him was like nothing she had ever experienced. His love for her felt like a miracle.”
Source: Evercrossed
“Her joyful spirit would bring laughter and happiness to anyone in her life with the same natural ease that a rose blooms and sheds its perfume.”
Source: Of Wisdom and Valor: The Art of War. The Path of Peace.
“Her kalbin bir kapısı vardır; kapıyı kibarca çal! Kapı açılmazsa kibarca ayrıl!”
“Her Kasımda Ekim vardır ve her Aralıkta Kasım vardır! Bütün mevsimler birbirlerinin hayatlarında erimişlerdir!”
“Her kaybolmuş ruh bulunmak istemez çünkü her kaybolmuş kaybolmuş değildir, kaybolmuşların bazıları kaybolmuşluklarında bir şey ya da çok şey veya her şeyi bulmuşlardır!”
“Her killer wrote a note on that stationary." "A note." Now Renquist's eyebrows lifted. "Well. That was rather arrogant of him, wasn't it?”
“Her kim nükleer bir savaş planlıyorsa veya ciddi bir şekilde nükleer silahları kullanmayı düşünüyorsa doğrudan bir akıl hastanesine götürülmelidir! Deliler zihnen hastadır ve onlar sadece tıbbi bir tedaviye ihtiyaç duyarlar! Her millet kendi meczup politikacılarını hükümetlerinden ayıklamakla yükümlüdür!”
“Her kimono stood out from her neck,and her back and shoulders were like a white fan spread under it. There was something sad about the full flesh under that white powder. It suggested a woolen cloth,and again it suggested the pelt of some animal.”
Source: Snow Country
“Her Kind
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.
I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.
I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.”
Source: To Bedlam and Part Way Back
“Her kiss could kill us, and my consent signed our death certificates, selfishly and without control. (Eric)”
Source: Minutes Before Sunset
“Her kiss dissolves the universe. In that moment, I am unmade and then reborn.”
“Her kiss was a good-bye and a promise and a dream.”
Source: July Lightning
“Her kisses reminded me of lemon slices drizzled with sticky honey. Bitter, sweet and strangely irresistible.”
“Her kisses were the wings of butterflies, beating softly upon lips of crushed petals.”
Source: Bitter Sweet Love
“Her kitchen was full of memories. This was where she demonstrated the god-given talent and craft that had made Sugar a success when she’d founded it at the age of twenty. This was where she had perfected her techniques and recipes---the dense Detroit pound cake, the light-as-air pastries, her signature champagne torte, and the bestselling kolaches had all been developed here in the homey old-fashioned kitchen. Biscuits, she often said, were the purest test of a baker’s skill. The ingredients were simple and technique was everything. Use flour from winter wheat and sift it twice. Keep a cube of butter in the freezer and shred it with the box grater. Wet your fingertips with buttermilk and handle the dough as if it were as fragile as a soap bubble.”
Source: Sugar and Salt
“Her kitsch was the image of home, all peace, quiet, and harmony, and ruled by a loving mother and a wise father. It was an image that took shape in her after the death of her parents. The less her life resembled the sweetest of dreams, the more sensitive she was to its magic, and more than once she shed tears when the ungrateful daughter in a sentimental film embraced the neglected father as the windows of the happy family's house shone out into the dying day.”