H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Her smile was somehow a little too bright, but I watched as she showed me how she had scored the puff pastry and brushed it with oil. She got me to smell the thyme pressed between her fingers and thumb, and told me how good garlic was for keeping away colds. She preached about food and sang and laughed and baked until the light started to come in the windows. Then we sat and ate hot tart without knives and forks. She kissed my cheeks and smelled like garlic. I remember the hot cheese dropping onto Mama's sweater and drying to a rubbery streak against the wool.”
Source: The Color of Tea
“Her smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the ground.”
“Her smiles are like the morning sun that illuminates my world.”
“Her sobs grew worse, more bitter, until finally I bent and kissed her soft neck and cheeks. Winter plums. Plums from an enchanted wood where the fruit never falls from the boughs. Where the flowers never wither and die.”
Source: Interview with the Vampire
“Her soft laughter slid into his mind. It wasn't laughter at him, rather an invitation to join in, to laugh at the two of them in this impossible predicament they found themselves in.”
Source: Toxic Game
“Her soft lips kiss my jaw and my body temperature spikes. Holding on to Rachel is like holding on to a flame. It’s a soothing burn and an addictive burn. Her kiss is pure fire.”
Source: Crash into You
“Her solitude was not from being alone, but from having nobody at all.”
Source: Fang Si-Chi's First Love Paradise
“Her son lives. He has her eyes, precisely her eyes. You remember the shape and color of Lily Evans's eyes, I am sure?”
“Her son survived the sickness, then dove off the Golden Gate Bridge. He left a note telling her he couldn't trust the world anymore....
"When could we ever?" she says.”
Source: Find Me
“Her son would be incomparably handsome, good and powerful. He would be the expected Messiah; it is fortunate for humanity that all mothers have this pathetic faith, without it mankind would not have the ever-renascent strength to go on living.”
Source: Le Docteur Pascal
“Her song was so beautiful that it could take people back to all the things they wished they had done, and all the things they wished they could be.”
Source: The Scent Keeper
“Her soul died that night under a radiant silver moon in the spring of 1918 on the side of a blood-spattered trench. Around her lay the mangled dead and the dying. Her body was untouched, her heart beat calmly, the blood coursed as ever through her veins. But looking deep into those emotionless eyes one wondered if they had suffered much before the soul had left them. Her face held an expression of resignation, as though she had ceased to hope that the end might come.”
Source: Not So Quiet...
“Her soul felt at rest, for now she knew the true power of love, the unbending strength of loyalty, and the eternal beauty of forgiveness. (page 338)”
Source: The Weaver's Daughter
“Her soul image is not a painting; it reflects that pure ‘love’ into my vacuum heart, filled with her existence.”
Source: Just Love Her
“Her soul is Alive. And we are drawn to her.”
Source: Captivating: Unveiling the Mystery of a Woman's Soul
“Her soul is clear of any red seals, but that won't last long, ' cause Papa's come to play.”
“Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.”
Source: Les miserables: I. Fantine, tr. byWilliam Walton. 2v. II. cosette, tr. by J.C.Beckwith. 2v. III. Marius, tr.by Jules Gray. 2v. IV. The idyl of the Rue Plumet and the epic of the Rue Saint-Denis, tr. by Edouard Jolivet. 2v. V. Jean Valjean, tr. by Jules Gray. 2v
“Her soul was a garden
blooming with hope
and with each new day
she tended to its weeds and wounds
bringing it ever slowly
back to life.”
Source: LVOE II
“Her soul was soothed by his presence,
Her mind was soothed by his beliefs
Her heart was soothed by his love
And for the first time, she could see a future with someone who grabbed her by the hand and took her courageous being away from all that had her questioning life.”
“Her Spidey sense, as Paul would have called it, tingled.”
Source: The Nine Lives of Chloe King
“her spirit had slowly stitched itself back together, floating above her body in an astral state for hours that felt like eons. She’d sensed each tendril of her existence and finally understood: souls are not homogenous, singular beings. They are tapestries made of a million glowing filaments, each strand with its own history and ties to others in an infinite webbing of ether.”
Source: Veil of Thorns
“Her spirit is all spit and fire”
Source: Winter of Fire
“her spirits wanted the solitude and silence which only numbers could give.”
Source: Persuasion In Modern English
“Her sprig of myrtle clothed her beautiful rose
That her hands were happily playing with,
And her hair fell
As darkness on her back and shoulders.
Someone
Right in the middle of the myrtle.”
“Her stare fixed me. Without rancour and without regret; without triumph and without evil; as Desdemona once looked back on Venice.
On the incomprehension, the baffled rage of Venice. I had taken myself to be in some way the traitor Iago punished, in an unwritten sixth act. Chained in hell. But I was also Venice; the state left behind; the thing journeyed from.”
Source: The Magus
“Her statistics were more than a study... For her, Quetelet was the hero as scientist, and the presentation copy of his Physique Sociale is annotated by her on every page. Florence Nightingale believed—and in all the actions of her life acted upon that belief—that the administrator could only be successful if he were guided by statistical knowledge. The legislator—to say nothing of the politician—too often failed for want of this knowledge.”
Source: The Life, Letters and Labours of Francis Galton (Cambridge Library Collection - Darwin, Evolution and Genetics)
“Her steel blue eyes captivated him at first glance and along with the alluring scent of jasmine surrounding her presence, he lost all sense of time and rhythm, and barely remembered the ensuing conversation. Thinking he had died and gone to heaven, the only thing that stuck in his memory, as they found themselves pressed urgently against the wall of her hotel room, was her name; Ginny.”
Source: Heaven Scent
“Her steps took her deeper inside the cathedral. Everything was shockingly white. White carpets, white candles, white prayer pews of white oak, white aspen, and flaky white birch.
Evangeline passed row after row of mismatched white benches. They might have been handsome once, but now many had missing legs, while others had mutilated cushions or benches that had been broken in half.
Broken.
Broken.
Broken.”
Source: Once Upon a Broken Heart
“Her steps were light, youthful, as though she were, once again, the young woman who knew nothing of Sidh palaces or American cities, but only the green meadows and pastures of Eriu.”
Source: Gossamer Axe
“Her stillness was such a contrast to all the jumbled communication inside me that I suddenly felt what a tiresome fellow I was, always filling the air with the rattle of words and anxieties.”
“Her stomach dropped as she heard someone entering the apartments. She took a deep breath, and another, and waited until Harry's broad-shouldered form appeared in the doorway.
He paused, watching her, his features impassive. His cravat had been removed, the shirt opened to reveal the strong line of his throat. Poppy steeled herself not to move as Harry approached her. He reached out to touch her shining hair, letting it slide through his fingers like liquid fire. "I've never seen it down before," he said. He was close enough that she could smell a hint of shaving soap, and the tang of champagne on his breath. His fingers smoothed over her cheek, detecting the trembling within her stillness.
"Afraid?" he asked softly.
Poppy forced herself to meet his gaze. "No."
"Maybe you should be. I'm much nicer to people who are afraid of me."
"I doubt that," she said. "I think the opposite is true."
A smile touched his lips.”
Source: Tempt Me at Twilight
“Her stomach rumbled, and Lily wondered how many calories her diplomacy had burned.”
Source: Palace Intrigue
“her stories make you believe in the power of love”
Source: Here to Stay
“Her straw-colored pigtails did not qualify her to be Rapunzel and could not be spun to gold by imp fingers, she was too active to be Sleeping Beauty, too outspoken to be Cinderella, too keen on tall fellows to be Snow White. She held little carriage with sleeping upon legumes to display her regal daintiness and imagined that the only result would be a mushy, green stain on the underside of her mattress. Her eyes met the criteria only of the evil, ice queen.”
Source: Find What You Love and Let It Kill You
“Her strength was in the integrity of her actions; she never compromised what she believed she ought to do.”
Source: A Beautiful Blue Death
“Her students are so keen, waylaying her after lectures to talk about Lindow Man and Boxgrove Man and whether women really would have played a significant role in prehistoric society. Look around you, she wants to shout, we don’t always play a significant role in this society. Why do you think a gang of grunting hunter-gatherers would have been any more enlightened than us?”
Source: The Crossing Places
“Her sudden grin depleted some of his brain cells. She was evil like that.”
Source: In diesem Moment
“Her suffering ended with the day, Yet lived she at its close, And breathed the long, long night away In statue-like repose.”
“Her suffering was her armour. Gradually it became her skin. Then she could not take it off.”
Source: Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
“Her sunny side was always up.”
Source: Sombrero Fallout: A Japanese Novel
“Her supple body, flowing black hair,
Her strong-willed eyes that glitter like amber.
She is cuter than anything else,
She is something my world does not have.”
“Her sureness was based on the power to limit experience arbitrarily. Moreover, his confusion was significant, whereas her order was not.”
Source: Miss Lonelyhearts
“Her sureness was based on the power to limit experience arbitrarily.”
Source: Miss Lonelyhearts: & the Day of the Locust
“Her suspense was terrible.”
Source: The Mayor of Casterbridge
“Her sweat is my scent”
Source: A Lover's Will
“Her tactics are brutal. The Marines could employ her.”
Source: Dare You To
“Her take is that I'm just a late bloomer - that I'm taking forever to ruin my life, she's running out of patience.”
Source: Attachments
“Her tan face seemed hewn of granite, and her black eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of me. Such interesting eyes- not just one shade of black, but... many, with hints of brown that glimmered amongst the shadows.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“Her tasarım bir keşiftir; mürekkebin dansı, bedenin evrenindeki yıldız tozudur.”
“Her task seemed ridiculous, the result of a momentary weakness, of believing in the impossible, that stories have a trajectory where we find things out, resolve things to our satisfaction and come out the other side, wiser and happier”
Source: Zanzibar Uhuru: revolution, two women and the challenge of survival