H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Her kişi ve her şey başka her kişinin ve başka her şeyin kaderini değiştirebilir, iyi veya kötü yönde! Hepimiz kader yapıcılarız; her şey bir kader yapıcıdır!”
“Her knees were weak and if not for that marble pillar beside her shoulder she would faint and fall not far from the maze at the end of the main aisle of the church.”
Source: Blazing Night
“Her kung fu is that powerful.”
“Her kuşun bir stili vardır ve her stilin de kendine ait bir kaderi vardır, tıpkı insanlarda olduğu gibi!”
“Her kültürde delilikler var. Bütün kültürlerin akla ihtiyacı var!”
“Her kültürde iyi şeyler vardır ve bir kültüre saygı duymak yalnızca o kültürdeki iyi şeylere saygı duymak anlamına gelmelidir! Bir kültüre bir bütün olarak saygı duyarsan o kültürdeki kötü şeyleri teşvik edersin ve bu ciddi bir hatadır!”
“Her language is like those rivers which flow along and limped, between flowery banks and oases of verdure, rivers by the side of which the traveller loves to linger and lose himself in dreams.”
Source: George Sand, some aspects of her life and writings
“Her last conscious thought was disgust at life; her senses had lied to her. The world was not made of energy and delight but of foulness, betrayal, and lassitude. Living was hateful, and death was no better, and from end to end of the universe this was the first and last and only truth.”
Source: The Subtle Knife: His Dark Materials 2
“Her last conscious thought was of all the ships and seafarers who had been lost before her, still trapped in the wrecks that would rest forever on the ocean floor below.”
Source: Solstice Stories
“Her last name escapes me, but that does not keep me from wondering if she will change it when we marry.”
Source: DELETE2
“Her last step landed her against him. He stood so close. His arms were raised above her head, ready to move the ladder to the next location. She ducked under his arm, and their bodies brushed. Her shoulder skimmed his chest; her hip tapped his groin.
His intake of breath drew her gaze. He released a short pant. Widened his stance. His zipper no longer lay flat. It bulged. Largely.
Her lips parted on her own indrawn breath. They'd touched, and he'd gotten an erection. Her breasts grew heavy. Her panties dampened. Embarrassingly so.”
Source: The Cottage on Pumpkin and Vine
“her last stop in the produce section was as the asparagus, which she planned to marinate and grill. She felt eyes on her, and did a double take at Derek holding possibly the world's largest zucchini in his hands with a totally amused grin on his face. He waggled his brows.
Emilie couldn't help but give in to the urge to laugh. "Okay," she said. "I'm all done here."
"Oh, good," Derek said. "Let's go see what fun we can have with the meat.”
Source: Hard to Come By
“Her last words have been the law of my life:
Andrew, if I should not see you again, I wish you to remember and treasure up some things I have already said to you: in this world you will have to make your own way. To do that you must have friends. You can make friends by being honest, and you can keep them by being steadfast. You must keep in mind that friends worth having will in the long run expect as much from you as they give to you. To forget an obligation or be ungrateful for a kindness is a base crime-not merely a fault or a sin, but an actual crime. Men guilty of it sooner or later must suffer the penalty. In personal conduct be always polite but never obsequious. None will respect you more than you respect yourself. Avoid quarrels as long as you can without yielding to imposition. But sustain your manhood always. Never bring a suit in law for assault and battery or for defamation. The law affords no remedy for such outrages that can satisfy the feelings of a true man. Never wound the feelings of others. Never brook wanton outrage upon your own feelings. If you ever have to vindicate your feelings or defend your honor, do it calmly. If angry at first, wait until your wrath cools before you proceed.”
“Her laugh, her laugh was the sound that brought him out of the darkness and into the light. Her laugh dragged him, by his damn collar, through the bullshit clouding his mind and infecting his thoughts.”
Source: After Ever Happy
“Her laugh,' she said finally 'She snorted when she laughed.' The corner of my mouth inched up but a new heaviness settled across my chest. 'I love when people do that,' I admitted. 'My best friend does it. I always feel like she's drowning in life. In a good way. Like it's rushing up her nose, you know?”
Source: Beach Read
“Her laugh was coy, the kind the ruined write poems about.”
Source: Get You the Moon
“Her laugh was my favorite sound, and I think I was her favorite reason to laugh.”
Source: Even Skyscrapers Must End: A Neon Dream
“Her laugh was sad and taciturn, seemingly detached from any feeling of the moment, like something she kept in the cupboard and took out only when she had to, using it with no feeling of ownership, as if the infrequency of her smiles had made her forget the normal way to use them.”
“Her laugh was the last thing he heard before the explosion.”
Source: Firestorm
“Her laugh was wonderful. It was mischief made musical.”
“Her laughter catches him off guard. As if it's carbonated and someone has poured it too fast and it's bubbling over in all directions. It doesn't fit at all with the grey cement and right-angled garden paving stones. It's an untidy, mischievous laugh that refuses to go along with rules and prescriptions.”
“Her laughter changed her voice from wind chimes to the jingling of sleigh bells.”
Source: Seven Dogs in Heaven
“Her laughter sounded like music. “What, you don’t hang out with missionaries in your downtime? When the rest of us go home and slip into sweatpants and T-shirts, you kick back in a polo shirt and khakis.”
No one but Isaiah and Beth teased me. People ran from me. Yet this little nymph thoroughly enjoyed this game. “Keep it up, Echo. I’m all about foreplay.”
She laughed so loudly, she slapped a hand over her mouth, yet the giggles escaped. “You are so full of yourself. You think because girls swoon over you and let you into their pants on the first try that I’ll follow suit. Think again. Besides, I have your number now. Every time you try to look all dark and dangerous, I’ll picture you wearing a pink striped polo, collar up, and a pair of pleated chinos.””
Source: Pushing the Limits
“Her laughter was a shiny thing, like pewter flung high in the air.”
Source: Beach Music
“Her laughter was an upbeat song set to a minor key.”
Source: Canticle
“Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne's Lace.”
Source: The Edna St. Vincent Millay Collection
“Her least favorite thing: VOLUNTARY IGNORANCE”
“Her legacy lies not just in the New Deal achievements she brought about, but in the regularly updated codes that protect workers in offices and factories everywhere. Today few people appreciate how different life was before Frances Perkins. We take for granted that children can go to school, not mills or coal mines every day; that people work for eight hours, not fifteen; that they get paid "time and a half" for overtime; that they can receive checks when unemployed or disabled; that they needn't dread the day when they can no longer work. Over seventy million Americans receive benefits under Social Security every month. The figure includes retirees, survivors, dependents, and the disabled.
There was only one priority item on her famous wish list she presented to FDR before becoming Secretary of Labor that she and the New Deal were not able to fulfill. It was universal health care. She left us a single major unfilled goal, one we as a nation are still striving to realize.”
Source: Frances Perkins: Champion of American Workers
“Her legacy was her quiet dignity and instinctive rage against injustice, ... What she determined on the spot was that her dignity would not allow her to be treated unjustly.”
“Her legacy was not--would not be--this disease. Phyllis Marie Unold Avery told us stories...It is my promise to her that for as long as I am able, I will recognize, restory, and remember.”
“Her legs ache to run, her arms yearn to grasp what they cannot hold, but it is not her destiny.”
Source: Daughter of Lazarus
“Her legs quivering from fear, sexual yearn at a height never before felt...”
Source: The Color of Honey
“Her legs splayed wide as he dropped her onto the mattress, his big body settling between them, and she cried out as he slid back inside her, his hardness stretching her lusciously. He began to pump in a slow, steady motion that wouldn't alter no matter how she writhed and begged him to go harder, faster, deeper.
His mouth went to her breast, sucking at a nipple, tugging sweetly in time to his thrusting. Her body contracted every time he pushed inward, clasping him hungrily, sensation building until a powerful climax began, wringing every inch of her body with raw force. She fell silent, her hips locked in a steep arch against his weight. Still the measured rhythm went on, extracting every last flicker of sensation. He was tireless, unhurried, using himself to satisfy her.
At last Phoebe collapsed down on the bed, shivering uncontrollably. West plunged into her... once, twice, thrice... and pulled out to crush the thick wet rod of his sex against her stomach. He buried a savage growl in the bedclothes and clutched the mattress on either side of her so hard she thought he might gouge holes in it. As she felt the hot spill of his release, an unfamiliar croon came from her throat, a sound of primal satisfaction at having pleased her mate.”
Source: Devil's Daughter
“Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.”
“Her library filled her bookshelves and then overflowed into waist-high stacks of books everywhere, piled haphazardly against the walls. If just one of them moved... the domino effect could engulf the three of us in an asphyxiating mass of literature.”
Source: Looking for Alaska
“Her library would have been valuable to a bibliophile except she treated her books execrably. I would rarely open a volume that she had not desecrated by underlining her favorite sections with a ball-point pen. Once I had told her that I would rather see a museum bombed than a book underlined, but she dismissed my argument as mere sentimentality. She marked her books so that stunning images and ideas would not be lost to her.”
“Her lie was symptomatic of a certain pride she took in mocking the romantic, in being unsentimental, matter-of-fact, stoic; yet at heart she was the oppo site: idealistic, dreamy, giving, and deeply attached to everything she liked verbally to dismiss as "mushy.”
Source: On Love: A Novel
“Her life has immeasurable value. She had value at the moment of conception, no matter how evil the circumstances.”
Source: Every Life Treasured
“Her life her life had taken on the shape of a terrible mistake. She hadn't been given the proper tools to make a real life with, she decided, that was it. She'd been given a can of gravy and a hair-brush and told, "There you go." She'd stood there for years, blinking and befuddled, brushing the can with the brush.”
Source: The Collected Stories of Lorrie Moore
“Her life is deep, but I still dig her”
“Her life is lived through the masterpiece of art, that she cannot draw.”
Source: Once a Girl, Now a Woman
“Her life these days held a constant underlying drumbeat of worry.”
Source: One Plus One
“Her life was a mess.
One big, fat, disgusting mess. An alluvion if there ever was one.
It would have been fitting for the world to have begun shouting "gardyloo", the day she was born.”
Source: Phantom's Daughter
“Her life was a series of zigzags. At nineteen, she was anxious.”
Source: The Price of Salt
“Her life was a slow realization that the world was not for her and that for whatever reason she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release. table ivory elephant charm rainbow onion hairdo violence melodrama honey...None of it moved her. She addressed the world honestly searching for something deserving of the volumes of love she knew she had within her but to each she would have to say I don't love you.”
“Her life was a tapestry
woven together with stories
of joy and sadness
moments of pain but also hope—
and within those threads of life
she created herself
in every stitch of colored string.”
Source: LVOE. Volume II
“Her life was a tissue of vanity and deceit.”
Source: Mrs. Dalloway - Broadview Edition
“Her life was as different from mine as chalk from cheese. In a way, it was fascinating to hear about it, but it sounded stultifying to me.”
Source: Endless night
“Her life was beginning to make sense again, although she couldn’t say she was enjoying it. But her mind was clear, and her heart was not constantly as heavy. Only when she thought about him. But she knew that in time, she’d survive it. She had done it before and would again. Eventually the heart repairs.”
“Her life was her major disappointment, her mistakes carved into every premature line in her face, but I wasn’t going to let her use my life as her second chance.”
Source: Noughts & Crosses