H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Her life was like a burst of wild, flowing Chinese calligraphy, written under the influence of alcohol.”
“Her life was like running on a treadmill or riding on a stationary bike; it was aerobic, it was healthy, but she wasn't going anywhere.”
“Her life was monotonous, but it kept her out of trouble. . . . This, her father would say, was called being an adult.”
Source: The Peach Keeper: A Novel
“Her life was not yet over, she decided. It just felt this way.”
Source: Wool Omnibus
“Her life was perfect. But as was often the case, the rest of us were still adjusting.”
Source: This Lullaby
“Her life was solitary—but she had numerous resources within herself...”
Source: The King's Own
“Her life was too much a mess for someone as perfect as him. Where he was a clean canvas, she was a noisy contrast of colours, a disturbing disparity of brightness, shadows, hues—with no unity or sense of order.
But yours still possesses a rhythm of grace - one of my mercy. Tehillah felt the reassuring voice of the Holy Spirit deep within and stopped talking down on herself.
- Excerpt, Rains of Mercy”
Source: Rains of Mercy
“Her life with others no longer interests him. He wants only her stalking beauty, her theatre of expressions. He wants the minute secret reflection between them, the depth of field minimal, their foreignness intimate like two pages of a closed book.”
Source: Vintage Ondaatje
“Her life with Tom was strange and ill-defined and permanently temporary but therefore all the more a life of true life, because it was freely chosen every day, every hour. It reminded her of a distinction she'd learned as a child in Sunday school. Their marriages had been Old Testament, hers a matter of honouring her covenant with Charles, Tom's a matter of fearing Anabel's wrath and judgement. In the New Testament, the only things that mattered were love and free will.”
Source: Purity
“Her life would have been easier if she hadn't loved him so much, but she couldn't help loving him. Just to look at him was to love him.”
Source: The corrections
“Her life, she realized, had all the charm of a steel trap.”
Source: The Luxe
“Her life-that was the only chance she had-the short season between two silences.”
Source: The voyage out
“Her limber body swayed as though in time to an orchestra and in a way that showed she ate well, and ate all kinds of things no one could tell, like veal or fresh figs in the sunshine. She had the kind of face that made one cry. She drew salt water out like sheer chemistry. The chemical reaction was usually the same sentiment—the world saw the little shelf bone under her eyes, a sharp nose, precious jaw, two moons for cheekbones, and so was deeply confused and upset that there was no metal armor attached to her body to protect her. People had cried fearing all kinds of possibilities—that a piece of hail might cut across her cheek, a drunkard might break her nose, or a car from nowhere would crash into hers and shatter her skull entirely. But no case of that happened. She remained unblemished. Watchful cars slowed down for her as she walked, drunkards sobered at her eyes, and even hail made way for this little human.”
Source: A Happy Ghost
“Her lips against his, the sun soaking into their skin, and the sweet, fragrant breezes that wafted through this isolated picnic area was nothing short of perfection.”
Source: Captured Memories
“Her lips are a pomegranate painted vacation spot. And her eyebrows -- dark, frustrated, and jealous -- for they never get the attention of her glittering pupils after yet being so near them.”
Source: Cardiac Ablation
“Her lips are like pillows of warm glass. It is strange to find her resistant for even a second, since she has been the kisser and not the kissed. It wasn't like the last time, which felt fumbling and unnatural. That time wasn't off-putting, just like kissing one's sister. This kiss, my kiss, was tingling sweetness, electric apple blossoms.”
Source: We Shadows
“Her lips are like strawberries which tickels my taste buds everytime, making me to kiss her red lips everytime.”
“Her lips are moving silently around words I recognize. 'I carry you like my own personal Time Machine, as I put on my lipstick, smile, and head out to the party.' It's a line by one of her favourite poets, a woman named Donna Carnes, whose husband went out to sail in San Francisco Bay and had not been seen since. I love it too. How many parties have I gone to over the years, and laughed, and had a good time, while still managing to hold Denise close?”
Source: Bright Young Women
“Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower; No frost their fair, no wind doth waste their power, But by her breath her beauties to renew.”
Source: The poems of Robert Greene, Christopher Marlowe, and Ben Johnson
“Her lips brushed his chin, feathered along his jaw, then nibbled enticingly at the edge of his mouth. “I think you should be locked up. You’re positively lethal to women.”
“Not to women, only to you.” Gregori stopped her teasing mouth with his own, taking possession despite the fact that the boat was almost alongside them. He was helpless in the web of her spell. She was magic, beauty, fascination.”
Source: Dark Magic
“Her lips found his and a stab of exquisite desire shot through him. This is what he's been waiting for all this time. Not a stolen embrace. A gift, freely given. One that he would keep forever in some small part of his soul.”
Source: Unveiled
“Her lips full and inviting, she has an infectious laugh and glassy cackle in her eyes, and a 2000 volt sexual charisma that beckons me like a fluff girl on scuffed knees.”
“Her lips like a dew on a red rose
Her eyes like a rainbow
In every drop of rain walking goddess glistened like a diamond”
“Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words.”
Source: Gone with the wind
“Her lips parted slightly in a smile so female it took his breath away, and her deep blue eyes beckoned him, dared him. Once again her hips lifted. "What are you waiting for?" she breathed.
"For you," he answered, and even as he lost himself in the mindless ecstasy of making love to her, the truth of that remained. He'd waited for her forever.”
Source: White Lies
“Her lips parted. Vaughn nearly died on the spot. He pulled her in. The guitar strummed its protest. Neither of them cared.
She had her hand on his neck, the side of her thumb notched under his jaw, forefinger tips pressing into the nape of his neck as if saying, closer, more.
He shoved the guitar to the floor, and it clattered against the wood.
She broke away, panting. 'Oops.”
Source: In the Study with the Wrench
“Her lips red as glittering ruby's and hair black as nights coal , more than anything, within her features, there is a streak of wild quirkiness that made her dazzlingly attractive ...”
“Her lips said 'no', but her eyes said 'read my lips'.”
“Her lips said no, but her eye said yes.”
“Her lips silently formed three words, oh my love.”
Source: Steel Blood
“Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.”
“Her lips taste like mint from toothpaste or gum, or sometimes like cherries or grapes from her lip gloss. She's soft when I hold her, with curves where my hands rest, and when I touch her I think stupid caveman things like, mine and totally mine—oh yeah, and all mine.”
Source: Going Underground
“Her lips touch just against my mouth, then the cleft of my chin, back to my lips. 'Good night, Tim.' My lips on her forehead. 'Good night, Alice.' I can't remember ever having something and not reaching for more. But I back away from her, hands in my pockets. Enough.”
Source: The Boy Most Likely To
“Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.”
“Her lips trembled, and so did his. It was never known which lips were the first to move towards the other lips; but they kissed tremblingly, and then they moved apart.
The rain was dashing against the window-panes as if an angry spirit were within it, and behind it was the great swoop of the wind; it was one of those moments in which both the busy and the idle pause with a certain awe.”
“Her lips twitched, then she laughed. “You are so freaking likable.”
He smiled. “I feel the same about you.”
“Okay then. We’re both adults. And neither one of us is physically up to engaging in anything amorous anyway, so—”
“Well,” he said with a grin, “that isn’t precisely true.”
Her cheeks pinkened. “Stop making me blush!”
He laughed.”
Source: The Lasaran
“Her lips were drawn to his like a moth to a flame.”
“Her lips were frost, and they scalded him with absence.”
Source: Icebound: Fabled, Book 1
“Her lips were frosted with sugar and faeriedust.”
Source: Fairytales for Wilde Girls
“Her lips were like large crimson polyps.”
Source: Lolita
“Her lips were like the soft beauty of a delicately designed silken scarf.”
Source: Be Not Thy Father's Son
“Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.”
“Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.”
Source: Adam Bede
“Her little fists pummeled at him, and he accepted the abuse. Until he realized she’d made an improper fist and was actually hurting herself. He wound an arm around her waist, spun her and slammed her into the hard line of his body to still her. “Let me go!” “In a minute.” As she struggled, he pulled her thumb out from beneath her fingers and rearranged her fist. “Hit like this.” Done, he released her.”
Source: The Darkest Seduction
“Her little lifeboat was on an even keel at last and despite everything she was peaceful sailing on the calm waters of life”
Source: Broken Pieces of Tomorrow: Strong women don't give up...They find a way through tears and thrills to love again...
“Her little ring is a little thing, but its all I could afford
Now she's mine, all mine till the day I die, and I never wanted nothin' more”
“Her little shoulders drove me mad; I hugged her and hugged her. And she loved it. 'I love love,' she said, closing her eyes. I promised her beautiful love. I gloated over her. Our stories were told; we subsided into silence and sweet anticipatory thoughts. It was as simple as that. You could have all your Peaches and Bettys and Marylous and Ritas and Camilles and Inezes in this world; this was my girl and my kind of girlsoul, and I told her that.”
“Her little sister will tell you she don't live here anymore.”
“Her little squeal of surprise emboldened him, his hand threading through her hair. It yearned to tighten, to wrench her head back so that he might graze his teeth along her neck.
Learn what sort of sounds she’d make then.”
Source: Predator
“Her long beautiful red hair wasn’t what got me to stare. It was her beautiful heart that I heard beating when I thought no one was there. Her hugs wasn’t what got me to stay, it was the thought of me being alone again and I was afraid. She completes me more than she knows. I admire her more than I show, they say true love is hard to find but, I don’t believe that because once I saw her in my dreams, I knew she was mines. I’ve waited for this day for so long and she never knew it, I plan to give her the world. Lord please don’t let me blow it.”