H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Her taste still teased my tongue, and her touch tipped my fingers. Her smile licked my lips, and her heart beat my own. So I tugged on her sheets, like it was a cape. To me, she was a God damned super hero, and underneath, was everything I need. Her super powers on top of me.”
“Her tears fell abundantly--but her grief was so truly artless, that no dignity could have made it more respectable in Emma's eyes--and she listened to her and tried to console her with all her heart and understanding--really for the time convinced that Harriet was the superior creature of the two--and that to resemble her would be more for her own welfare and happiness than all that genius or intelligence could do.
It was rather too late in the day to set about being simple-minded and ignorant; but she left her with every previous resolution confirmed of being humble and discreet, and repressing imagination all the rest of her life.”
“Her tears fell too slow, as if resisting gravity, as if confused by this world’s rules.”
Source: Homebound: A Dark Sci-Fi Romance About an Alien Fugitive and the Boy She Was Meant to Forget, Torn Between Love and Annihilation
“Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom...I wouldn't wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.”
Source: Life... Love... Kumbh...
“Her tears were as much anger and frustration as sadness.”
Source: VoiceMates
“Her tears were partly tears of happiness, for she felt that the strangeness between them was gone. She loved him now with a new love because he had made her suffer.”
Source: Of Human Bondage
“Her tears were still standing there—quiet sentinels at the edge of her eyes, as though they loved her too much to leave without permission.”
Source: Ink On My Skin!
“Her technique was not perfect. Here and there he heard an off-pitch note, and her run of sixteenths was uneven. But her attack was fierce, her bow digging into the strings with such confidence that even her mistakes sounded intentional, every note played without apology.”
Source: Playing with Fire
“Her teenage combination of shyness and visibility had been a problematic mix, but she was never bullied, as such, probably because everyone knew her brother. And Joe, while never exactly tough, was always considered cool and popular enough for his most immediate blood relation to be immune to schoolyard tyranny.”
Source: The Midnight Library
“Her teeth were like a soccer crowd, crammed in.”
“Her theme was happiness: what it was; what it was not; where we might find it, where not; and how, if found, it must be guarded. Never must we confound it with pleasure. Nor think sorrow its exact opposite.”
Source: Selected Stories
“her theology, which Broughton summarized in the 1904 book Women's Work, as Gleaned from the Women of the Bible, offered "biblical precedents for gender equality”
Source: The Black Church: This Is Our Story, This Is Our Song
“Her thick, black plait of hair was the rope by which a man might climb to heaven.”
Source: Shantaram
“Her thick, unruly hair was tamed by excellent hairdressers, she learned to handle objects without breaking her nails and ideas without causing ructions. She liked to please, and that is what kills the boy within the girl.”
Source: Orlanda
“Her thighs are parted and high. She holds her ankles in a wide invitation with her buttocks barely on the surface...”
Source: The Color of Honey
“Her thoughts are full of other things just now; and people have such different ways of showing feeling: some by silence, some by words.”
Source: Ruth
“Her thoughts became mysteriously tightened and strung up as if a piano tuner had put his key in her back and stretched the nerves very taut”
Source: Orlando
“Her thoughts drifted to Tyler Dunn... to the feeling of being held in his arms. Wistfulness curled through her heart and she wished for the freedom to enjoy the attention of a man... to indulge in a lady-like flirtation... to fall in love. Although the wishes weren't new, for the first time, she had someone to weave the fantasy around. She could easily paint a romantic dream of living here with Tyler. But, Lily knew that dreaming about such a life would only make it harder to live with her reality. Yet, she couldn't help imagining him in the pool like this, naked as a newborn babe, yet all man.”
Source: Painted Montana Sky
“Her thoughts ran away to her girlhood with its passionate longing for adventure and she remembered the arms of men that had held her when adventure was a possible thing for her. Particularly she remembered one who had for a time been her lover and who in the moment of his passion had cried out to her more than a hundred times, saying the same words madly over and over: "You dear! You dear! You lovely dear!" The words, she thought, expressed something she would have liked to have achieved in life.”
Source: Winesburg, Ohio
“Her thoughts spun. There were objects in the window of a shop that she couldn't quite fathom: possibly candy, possibly gems and crystals. There were so many alien things about this world she still didn't know. There were so many more things in the rest of the world, both above and below the sea, that were yet to be discovered....
"You okay, Ariel? You seem a little, I dunno, worried or spacey or something," Scuttle said.
"I just... I was just thinking about past choices and future possibilities."
"Huh. Deep stuff. Well, the world's your oyster after today.”
Source: Part of Your World
“Her thoughts were barely above a whisper in Phantacious’s mind, but each word laced through the bond with clarity.
'Their bodies are twisted, broken like dolls thrown against stone…There’s always laughter, distorted and wrong. Like someone else is watching and enjoying it, but I never see them.”
Source: Make-Believe
“Her thoughts were like the moon eclipsing the sun.”
“Her thoughts were silently fixed on the irreparable injury which too early an independence and its consequent habits of idleness, dissipation, and luxury, had made in the mind, the character, the happiness, of a man who, to every advantage of person and talents, united a disposition naturally open and honest, and a feeling, affectionate temper. The world had made him extravagant and vain—Extravagance and vanity had made him cold-hearted and selfish. Vanity, while seeking its own guilty triumph at the expense of another, had involved him in a real attachment, which extravagance, or at least its offspring, necessity, had required to be sacrificed. Each faulty propensity in leading him to evil, had led him likewise to punishment.”
Source: Sense and Sensibility
“Her throat ached: adoration, heartbreak, in equal measure. “Kiss me,” she said. “Please.”
“Her throat interested him greatly, the lovely arc beneath her dainty earlobe, the milky skin, the silken cascade of her perfumed hair...
His mind drifted, the wine warming his senses. It had now been three days since he'd had a woman, and he had not forgotten the way she had felt beneath him last night. He still wanted her in spite of himself.
Her lips' dewy roses beguiled him, along with the teasing sparkle in those emerald green eyes beneath her black velvet lashes. The candlelight brought out a golden luster in the depths of her light brown hair and danced along the delicate lines of her bare shoulders.
Was it wrong to want to lick the caramel sauce out of her splendid cleavage instead of drizzling it politely on the cheesecake? He did his best to keep a tight rein on his dangerous hunger for her, even as his hands tingled with yearning to caress all her creamy, glowing skin.
As he took another large swallow of port, he contemplated the fact that there was one sure way to find out if she was really as innocent as she would have him believe.
If she was a part of her forebears' sinister conspiracy, it was unlikely that she was a virgin. He was keenly tempted to verify her status for himself by luring her into his bed and finishing what they had started last night.”
Source: My Dangerous Duke
“Her time consisted of seeing him, waiting, and seeing him again, of presence, absence, presence. She watched him anxiously, muting her love, instinctively afraid of making him feel trapped or guilty. She touched him very carefully with superficial lingering touches as if to extract some essence, some strong salve, to keep her through those empty absence times. The world still came to her only through him. He became aware of a wrought-up intensity of suffering which she could not forbear occasionally to let him glimpse . . . Ducane at last decided that there was only one remedy, the brutal one of a complete parting.”
Source: The Nice and the Good
“Her time is about 4.33, which she's capable of.”
“Her time-scissored work is not quite language poetry, but a more joyful cousin of the eternal scant-garde, which is always and never new. So Sappho is ancient and, for a hundred reasons, modern.”
Source: The Complete Poems of Sappho
“Her tiny hand gripped mine with a surprising warmth, and in a shocking wash of emotion, I felt everything I knew shift. The scent of cinnamon and baby powder hit me, and as my eyes widened, my heart melted, making room for her.”
“Her today's silence is the unheard shouts from past that you never listened.”
“Her tohum toprakta ölmek ister! Her şemsiye sürekli yağmurlu bir dünyada yaşamak ister! Her ayna kendi yüzünü başka bir aynada görmek ister! Bu evrendeki her şeyin gerçekleştirmeyi arzu ettikleri hayalleri vardır!”
“Her tomorrow was not determined by people who left her yesterday.”
“Her tone changed from shocked to curious. “How was it? Was it… different?”
Sarah bit her lip, ashamed to be gossiping but feeling the strong urge to tell. “Yes,”
she confided. “He’s nothing like John. Nothing like him at all.”
“Really? What was different? Did he…?” Grace waved a hand as though erasing a
chalkboard. “Oh, forget it. I shouldn’t be asking this. But,” again her voice lowered, “is he tattooed everywhere?”
Sarah knew it was wrong to talk about him like this, but her inner schoolgirl took over and she nodded, eager to share details. “He’s beautiful … like a stained glass window. And he’s really good with his … mouth.” She raised an eyebrow, giving Grace a significant look.
Her friend gasped and giggled. “But isn’t it weird? Touching him?”
“Skin is skin, Grace,” Sarah chided. “The tattoos are only on the surface, you know.
He’s a man.” A sexy, vulnerable, intense, attractive, responsible, sweet, gentle and loving man.”
Source: Bone Deep
“Her total intellectual association was the Bible, except the talk of Samuel and her children, and to them she did not listen. In that one book she had her history and her poetry, her knowledge of peoples and things, her ethics, her morals, and her salvation. She never studied the Bible or inspected it; she just read it. The many places where it seems to refute itself did not confuse her in the least. And finally she came to a point where she knew it so well that she went right on reading it without listening.”
Source: East of Eden
“Her touch was as knowing and confident as her eyes, and as she focused all her attention upon me, I remembered that there is nothing so thrilling as a woman of words when she decides that the time for words is past.”
Source: The Footprints of God
“Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.”
Source: Spartan Frost
“Her touch was so soft it made him ache. He closed his eyes as his control slipped; tilting his head, he pressed a fervent kiss into her palm.
He heard her breathe his name, then her delicate hand turned his face forward again; without warning, she moved forward onto her knees and pressed an urgent but virginal kiss to his lips.
His heart slammed in his chest.
Wonderstruck by her unexpected move, he sat in trembling stillness, chaining himself back, only returning her kiss gently as his pulse pounded. God knew, he barely dared breathe for fear of scaring her away.
His restraint emboldened her. She moved closer, kissing him again, and again. Her lips stroking his were supple, satin, sweet.
He shuddered with the need to unleash his passion, but still, he held himself back, just as she paused with the air of a woman stopping herself with great effort.
"I'm sorry." Her breathless whisper inflamed his senses as she drew back a small space. "You looked like you--- needed that."
"I did. I do." He nodded and drew her back to him.”
Source: My Dangerous Duke
“Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.”
Source: The poems, with critical notes; a life of the author; and an essay on his poetry; by the Rev. John Mitford
“Her tragedy hadn't made her more approachable, and in fact lent her the unknowable quality of a person who had suffered more than could be expressed.”
Source: The Virgin Suicides
“Her tragedy, if she had one, was to be as normal and average as any child ever born.”
Source: The Darkest Part of the Forest
“Her tragedy was that she always found men to save her. She never had to save herself. She never knew she could.”
Source: A Rule Against Murder
“Her true skin color was a light beige, like the skin of pencil shavings, and was soft as it was when her mother lotioned her before bed every night. Stephanie did not have the memory of those nights, but they were the reason she subconsciously pumped two servings of shea butter before she sleeps. Mothers lived in a child forever, the way their own mothers lived in them. With one mother’s kiss, a child received a recipe made by a thousand seasoned souls—a generation of love transferred in everything a woman did.”
Source: A Happy Ghost
“Her trust and belief in him , any truths and secrets she wanted to share with him , were gifts. They were worth his patience. - Miles -”
Source: Tell Me Something True
“Her trust makes me faithful, her belief makes me good.”
Source: Picture of Dorian Gray
“Her two outstanding characteristics were self-confidence and candor. The latter sometimes got her into hot water Durrance later told Charlotte, but the former kept it from scalding her.”
“Her two worlds, two lives that she tried so hard to keep separate, were crashing together. And she felt helpless to stop it.”
Source: Spells
“Her türlü olumsuz hava koşullarına rağmen ilkbaharda çiçek açmaya başlayan ağaçlar insanlığa aşağıdaki mesajı verir: Seni yok etmek isteyen bir güçten fiziksel olarak güçlü olmasan bile, psikolojik olarak ondan daha güçlü olduğun sürece seni yok etmeyecektir! Azmin gücü her şeyin üstündedir!”
“Her türlü takdiri hak eden insanlar, en karanlık çukurlara düşüp de oradan yine gülümseyerek çıkanlardır!”
“Her unbound hair slid over a shoulder, and she saw him mark that, too.
His voice was rough as he said, 'I've never seen you with your hair down.'
She always wore it braided across her head or pinned up. She frowned at the locks that flowed to her waist, the gold amongst the brown glimmering in the dim light. 'It's a nuisance when it's down.'
'It's beautiful.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Her underwear, her jeans, the comforter, my corduroys and my boxers between us, I thought. Five layers, and yet I felt it, the nervous warmth of touching – a pale reflection of the fireworks of one mouth on another, but a reflection nonetheless. And in the almostness of the moment, I cared at least enough. I wasn’t sure whether I liked her, and doubted whether I could trust her, but I cared at least enough to try to find out. Her on my bed, wide green eyes staring down at me. The enduring mystery of her sly, almost smirking, smile. Five layers between us.”
Source: Looking For Alaska Special 10th Anniversary Edition