H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Her saturated eyes cascaded a deep, crystal, cerulean shade of glinting energy.”
Source: It Appears to be Love
“Her saturated eyes cascaded a deep, crystal, cerulean shade on glinting energy.”
Source: It Appears to be Love
“Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.”
“Her scent-earthy and light, like the smell of crisp baby carrots when you first pull them from the ground-mixed with that of sawdust and leaf mold.”
Source: Stay
“Her scent filled his nostrils. He was shocked to feel his throat tighten with a primal hunger. She smelled like her mother, but fresher, sweeter somehow. Some primitive male instinct warned him this was a bloom still on the vine, fragrant and tender and ripe. He scowled. She might be nectar to a another man, but to a MacDonnell, Dougal Cameron's daughter would be more deadly than nightshade.”
Source: A Whisper of Roses
“Her scent was potent. An overpowering mix of wet leaves, fallen branches, forest fungus.
"No," I breathed.
It wasn't only fallen leaves; it was the undertone of autumn. The ground, cold and near death.
Rotting.”
Source: Dirty Lying Faeries
“Her scent was so distinct, one you could almost never forget, of ocean salt and roses almost as if she was Aphrodite herself, born out of the foam of the sea and despite the godly picturesqueness, she looked so simple and austere like she was just a damsel who had lived near the sea her entire life.”
Source: the poppy fields near the French countryside
“Her scent was there, swirling all around him. It was feminine, but not elegant. Not like flowers or the spring air, but rather like an autumn breeze, weaving its way through branches well on their way to winter slumber. It was the scent of a fall evening casting its glow over a serene lake. It was the smell of sunset, something he hadn’t seen in so long.”
Source: The Crimes of Orphans
“her scruffy innoscense to impregnate with his dreams. reason was seductive, it gave the appearance of truth”
“Her sculptured face was as perfect as a painting.”
“Her sea-blue eyes shone behind curls that hid her brow, and all her face had that vivid radiance that is retained by ripe nectarines for only a day, but glows for three or four years on the smooth cheeks of young girls.”
Source: Jean de Florette & Manon of the Springs
“Her searches after knowledge were arbitrary and without context. It was as if she were shining a small flashlight of curiosity into the dark room of the world.”
Source: Marilyn: Norma Jeane
“Her searching gaze wove past actors on stilts, covered in cream and chestnut fur, and men decorated to look like swans with fangs, rowing upside-down polka-dot umbrellas through flower-covered streams that led toward the center of the ballroom.”
“Her secret fear? Maybe she didn't tried hard enough.”
“Her secrets were the only things these days that were purely hers, things apart from mother and wife and middle-aged woman.”
Source: Nightbitch
“Her seductive power, however, did not lie in her looks [...]. In reality, Cleopatra was physically unexceptional and had no political power, yet both Caesar and Antony, brave and clever men, saw none of this. What they saw was a woman who constantly transformed herself before their eyes, a one-woman spectacle.Her dress and makeup changed from day to day, but always gave her a heightened, goddesslike appearance. Her words could be banal enough, but were spoken so sweetly that listeners would find themselves remembering not what she said but how she said it.”
“Her self lagged behind her anger, like a mother picking up after a destructive child.”
Source: If Then
“Her sensation
There I was inspecting the landscape of my emotions,
Most of them appeared to be conduit sensations,
With layers of feelings that definitely were a part of me,
And in this place for a moment I wanted to be,
For it reminded me of her,
The feelings made me miss her,
The emotions made me once again fall in love with her,
And it was only in this landscape that I felt I was with her,
Although it sometimes begot me sensations unknown,
They never prevented me from recreating her beauty so fresh and so well known,
It was a world where her beauty’s precision filled every void,
The only place where to throb and then feel, my heart never toiled,
Because here everything brought me closer to her,
The feelings, the emotions, all reminded me of her,
And my memories too, because they all carried a part of her,
Here no time existed, no present, no past, no beginning and no end, because everything had converged into her,
Her landscape of beautiful smiles,
Her feelings that stretched for million miles,
It was she who ruled this universe,
And it was only here my heart with her mind whispered and could easily converse,
Nothing could be as beautiful as her,
All summer flowers, all the blue skies, seem to emerge from her,
When you look at her, you realise everything belongs to her,
So why shouldn't I too belong to her and love her?
These inviolable feelings possess me gradually,
And I take my last glance at this landscape lovingly,
For now I too have become a part of it,
And now the vision is clear, sensations aren't conduit,
Because the landscape that represents her,
I am a part of it now as I keep seeping deeper into her,
Into her permeable heart, into the world that exists only because of her,
And as my last cell sinks into her, I now feel the sensation that belongs to her,
The landscape may have vanished now forever,
But my love for her has experienced no sort of waiver,
Because I love her for no reasons, for no interests, I love her for who she is,
And in this long disappeared landscape I still find her there, because that is where my heart is,
Even if it is a credulity that my mind suffers from, but as long as it is about her,
My heart shall derive from it intelligible strings, just to love her,
Because then nothing feels like this sensation, the sensation that belongs to her,
Her name mabe Irma, but I love the woman in her, that beautiful sensation in her!”
Source: They Loved in 2075!
“Her sensation
There I was inspecting the landscape of my emotions,
Most of them appeared to be conduit sensations,
With layers of feelings that definitely were a part of me,
And in this place for a moment I wanted to be,
For it reminded me of her,
The feelings made me miss her,
The emotions made me once again fall in love with her,
And it was only in this landscape that I felt I was with her,
Although it sometimes begot me sensations unknown,
They never prevented me from recreating her beauty so fresh and so well known,
It was a world where her beauty’s precision filled every void,
The only place where to throb and then feel, my heart never toiled,
Because here everything brought me closer to her,
The feelings, the emotions, all reminded me of her,
And my memories too, because they all carried a part of her,
Here no time existed, no present, no past, no beginning and no end, because everything had converged into her,
Her landscape of beautiful smiles,
Her feelings that stretched for million miles,
It was she who ruled this universe,
And it was only here my heart with her mind whispered and could easily converse,
Nothing could be as beautiful as her,
All summer flowers, all the blue skies, seem to emerge from her,
When you look at her, you realise everything belongs to her,
So why shouldn't I too belong to her and love her?
These inviolable feelings possess me gradually,
And I take my last glance at this landscape lovingly,
For now I too have become a part of it,
And now the vision is clear, sensations aren't conduit,
Because the landscape that represents her,
I am a part of it now as I keep seeping deeper into her,
Into her permeable heart, into the world that exists only because of her,
And as my last cell sinks into her, I now feel the sensation that belongs to her,
The landscape may have vanished now forever,
But my love for her has experienced no sort of waiver,
Because I love her for no reasons, for no interests, I love her for who she is,
And in this long disappeared landscape I still find her there, because that is where my heart is,
Even if it is a credulity that my mind suffers from, but as long as it is about her,
My heart shall derive from it intelligible strings, just to love her,
Because then nothing feels like this sensation, the sensation that belongs to her,
Her name may be Irma, but I love the woman in her, that beautiful sensation in her!”
Source: They Loved in 2075!
“Her sense came and went with the wind, nothing common about it.”
Source: Assistant to the Villain
“Her sense of artistry reached even as far as her plating and presentation...
arranging her tarts in a woven basket like a bouquet of flowers.
The sight of her bringing them to us was like a scene straight out of a fairy tale!
Yes... she too...
is like a character straight from fantasy.
A fairy godmother who casts her spells on ordinary ingredients...
... turning them into beautiful and delicious princesses of food!
All who take a bite of her apples...
... fall under her spell...
... and are transported into a land of dreams!”
Source: 食戟のソーマ 28 [Shokugeki no Souma 28]
“Her sentiments towards him were compounded of all that was respectful, grateful, confiding, and tender.”
Source: Mansfield Park
“Her serenity journal was in her purse and she rummaged through until she found it. On the front page she had taped sentences to restore her in moments like this. You are capable of living this new healthy life. Don’t torture yourself because you’ve made a mistake. Forgive yourself. Love yourself. You are enough.”
Source: And Then There Was Me
“Her sessiz sakin yer, bilge adamın gerçek tapınağıdır!”
“Her seven-year-old self had decided that stealing books was morally bankrupt, but since the books hadn’t actually left the library—they’d merely been relocated—it wasn’t technically stealing. Echo looked around at her sea of tomes, and a single word came to mind: Tsundoku. It was the Japanese word for letting books pile up without reading them all.”
Source: The Girl at Midnight
“Her sexual swagger is only the convention of a woman who suspects that there is little hope for happiness with a man, and who hedges her bet by pretending that she is grateful to be alone.”
Source: In the Cut
“Her sexuality wasn't coy or cute. She wasn't saucy; she was feral. Her very presence on the earth stirred me.”
Source: Control
“Her shadow kept her company along the corridor to her bedroom, preceding her like a welcoming innkeeper.”
Source: Warleggan
“Her shadow stretches out ahead - too long, its edges already blurring - and small white flowers tumble from her hair, littering the ground like stars. A constellation left in her wake, almost like the one across her cheeks.
Seven freckles. One for every love she'd have, that's what Estele had said, when the girl was still young.
One for every life she'd lead.
One for every god watching over her.
Now they mock her, those seven marks. Promises. Lies. She's had no loves, she's lived no lives, she's met no gods, and now she is out of time.”
Source: The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
“Her shift in thinking was clearly conflicted. It must have been difficult to disavow something for which she had a deep love and in which she had been immersed so much of her life.”
Source: Fierce Convictions: The Extraordinary Life of Hannah More—Poet, Reformer, Abolitionist
“Her shoes were comfortable. They reflected her hope for the evening.”
Source: The Exorcist
“Her short blond hair shifted in the wind, and she appeared the very definition of peace and comfort. Like she belonged in the world that had existed before everything was scorched.”
Source: The Kill Order
“Her short path through life had been written and it was not her right to know the meaning, only the outcome.”
Source: Primal Daughters
“Her silence didn't seem to bother him. "Your drawings are brilliant, Miss Makepeace. You're quite talented."
"My drawings are brilliant?" What about my smile? What about my eyes?
"Yes," he said. "Detailed, accurate, yet still singular and strangely..." he looked upward for a moment, seeking a clean slate for his thought, then returned his eyes to her. "... passionate."
He all but purred that last word, his eyes dancing with mirth, and for the life of her, she didn't know what to say. Susannah studied him warily instead, since his face was the one part of his body she hadn't yet sketched in vivid detail. His features were too strong, perhaps, to be considered classically handsome; his face was a bit too long and angular, like a diamond, his nose slightly arched. Light brows, light lashes, and those disconcerting eyes. But in the midst of all those angles, his mouth was a work of art; wide, sensitively curved, indisputably masculine.
And of course, the rest of him was beautifully made, too.
Almost overwhelmingly so.
God help her, she could feel color setting fresh fire to her cheeks at the memory.”
Source: Beauty and the Spy
“Her silence had disturbed his peace.”
Source: Harp and the Lyre: Exposed
“Her silence should be feared more than her words.”
“Her silence told me more than a thousand confessions—love doesn’t always scream, sometimes it whispers.”
Source: SZEPTY POŻĄDANIA. Romanse dla kobiet: Erotyka, miłość, namiętność i tajemnice w 6 zmysłowych opowieściach o codziennych chwilach, które mogą spotkać także Ciebie
“Her silence was like a mirror—reflecting yourself back at you.”
“Her silence was the blank space between the words.”
“Her silence was worth more to her than a thousand words.In that silence,she had peace and clarity.Except during the night,when her own jumbled thoughts would keep her awake.”
Source: If You Could See Me Now
“Her silences spoke louder than her words, and the one that followed merely reprised what I already knew without providing any connecting bits to help me make a song of the scattered verses.
[RICHARD ETHERIDGE, referring to his mother]”
Source: Black Cloud Rising
“Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.”
Source: Milton's Paradise Lost, with notes, critical and explanatory, original and selected, by J. R. Major
“Her silent singing wrapped around the story she was telling herself, which she extended further every night on the deck. (Averill often told herself stories-- the activity seemed to her as unavoidable as dreaming.) Her singing was a barrier set between the world in her head and the world outside, between her body and the onslaught of the stars.”
Source: Friend of My Youth
“Her silhouette never has regrets.”
Source: Love Quotes
“Her simple, careless, childish flow of spirits often made me sad. She seemed to me like a butterfly at play in a flickering bit of sunshine, and mistaking it for broad and eternal summer. We sometimes hold mirth to stricter accountability than sorrow; it must show good cause, or the echo of its laughter comes back drearily.”
Source: The Blithedale Romance
“Her sin had saved her.”
Source: The Year of the Witching
“Her singing always cheered him up. Life seemed so much brighter when she stopped.”
“Her singing reminds me of a cart coming downhill with the brake on.”
“Her sister [June Havoc] said the musical portrayed who Gypsy [Rose Lee] wanted to be before the burlesque thing happened she wanted to be this beautiful, romantic person with dreams. So Gypsy told the story of her life as she wished she'd lived it: embellishing, softening the edges, eliminating certain things altogether.”
“Her sister gave her a reassuring smile. “Come,” she said softly and Genevieve’s throat worked. How many times as children had she come to Gillian’s aid during her madcap schemes? In an utter role reversal, rescue should now be conferred by her younger sister. “Thank you,” she managed. “If you smile and hold your chin up, they stare less,” Gillian said, widening her smile. “And if you laugh, then it really confounds them.” With that, she tossed back her head and laughed.”
Source: The Lure of a Rake