H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Her uneasy gaze skittered along the length of his arms, which were exposed by his rolled-up shirtsleeves... and stopped at the astonishing sight of a design that had been inked onto his right forearm. It was a small black horse with wings.
Noticing her mesmerized stare, Rohan lowered his arm to give her a better view. "An Irish symbol," he murmured. "A nightmare horse, called a pooka."
The absurd-sounding word brought a faint smile to Daisy's lips. "Does it wash off?" she asked hesitantly.
He shook his head, his lashes half lowering over his remarkable eyes.
"Is a pooka like the Pegasus of the Greek myths?" Daisy asked, flattening herself as close to the wall as possible.
Rohan glanced down her body, taking a kind of leisurely inventory that no man ever had before. "No. He's far more dangerous. He has eyes of yellow fire, a stride that clears mountains, and he speaks in a human voice as deep as a cave. At midnight, he may stop in front of your house and call out your name if he wants to take you for a ride. If you go with him, he'll fly you across earth and oceans... and if you ever return, your life will never be the same.”
Source: Devil in Winter
“Her unexpected outburst rocked Flaminius to his core. Suddenly, she didn't seem so angelic. Her face twisted with rage; veins in her neck throbbed with fury in a scene all too familiar. Her reaction switched him off to her instantly as all his worst fears came to life.”
Source: Taming Flame
“Her unique observations are about how the war
impacted people—from the thrill-seekers going to battlefields for fun, to the nurses working among the wounded in darkness, and London society women venturing into foreign lands to work near dangerous enemy lines.”
Source: The Strange Side of War: A Woman's WWI Diary
“Her upbringing had given her an independence of mind that made her more like a girl of today than one of her own time - which was why she had walked out, and why she was not daunted by the prospect of being alone.”
Source: The Ruby in the Smoke
“Her utter recklessness and the fire that burned so bright in her”
Source: A Soul of Ash and Blood
“Her uyanışında karanlık ve huzursuz dünyaya açıyordu gözlerini.”
Source: Yalnızlaşan İnsan
“Her var ey at tøve, den Hane blev spendt,
En gloende Kuule hen venlig forsendt
Den skind-klæde Skolt bag sit Øre;
Det smaget ham ligesom nye-smeltet Bly,
De andre hans Grander begyndte at flye,
Vil Selskab der længer ey giøre.”
Source: The Trumpet of Nordland
“Her veins flowed with liquid poetry. I stole the words from her mouth with my kisses.”
“Her velvet red locks pour out of either side of her hood, hanging over her chest like blood.”
Source: Sleight of Hand
“Her vice takes hold of her again, but she still refrains until some moment when, gnawed by some hideous caprice, she comes aground like a mournful wreck ruined by lust, in the midst of her own banal, perfidious pollution.”
“Her violence frightened me. She always claimed that I was the jealous one, and I was often jealous, but when I saw things working against me I simply became disgusted and withdrew. Lydia was different. She reacted. She was the Head Cheerleader at the Game of Violence.”
Source: Women
“Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won.”
Source: The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes of Various Authors; and with Some Account of the Life and Writings of Milton, Derived Principally from Original Documents in Her Majesty's State-paper Office
“Her virtue was that she said what she thought, her vice that what she thought didn't amount to much.”
“Her virtues, graced with external gifts, Do breed love's settled passions in my heart; And like as rigour of tempestuous gusts Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide, So am I driven by breath of her renown Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive Where I may have fruition of her love.”
Source: The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers
“Her vision of the world under the water represented a beautiful stillness, a version of heaven. It was the lost city of Lena, her alternate universe, the life she yearned for but didn't get to have.”
“Her visits to her former hometown were infrequent and often painful. Pilgrimages fueled by the tepid oxygen of family duty, unease, guilt. The more Esther loved her parents, the more helpless she felt, as they aged, to protect them from harm. A moral coward, she kept her distance.”
“Her vivid smile was like a light held up to dazzle me.”
Source: Edith Wharton: Collected Stories Vol. 1 1891-1910
“Her voice betrayed her. She could say so many things. She wanted to move to his side. To rub his weary forehead for him. To curl into him. To tell him about the dragon and how lonely thinking of it made her feel.
She wanted to run her finger along the fullness of his lower lip. To feel his smile against her own. And that was dangerous.”
Source: The Guinevere Deception
“Her voice caught on the word friend. Percy was a lot more than that. Even boyfriend didn't really cover it. They'd been through so much together, at this point Percy was part of her--a sometimes annoying part, sure, but definitely a part she could not live without.”
Source: The House of Hades
“Her voice faded as she realized the girl was mesmerized by Keir MacRae to the exclusion of all else. One could hardly blame her.
Keir looked like a drowsing lion in the firelight, all tawny and golden. His loose-limbed posture was unconsciously graceful, with the edge of the blanket dipping enough to reveal the broad winged shape of his collarbone and the sharply hewn musculature of his chest and shoulders. Flickers of firelight played among the newly shorn locks of his hair, picking out streaks of champagne and topaz. He could have been a young Arthur, a warrior-king just returned from battle.”
Source: Devil in Disguise
“Her voice had been such an important part of her life before. The merfolk celebrated her for it. Her father excused her occasionally questionable behavior because of it. Eric loved the girl who rescued him, because of her singing...
But...
... she'd never really enjoyed singing for anyone else. In fact, she hated audiences. She sang because she liked to sing. She just... felt... something, and had to sing it. If she were happy, or sad, or angry... she would go off by herself and sing to the coral, sing to the seaweed, sing to an audience of sea snails or tube worms (who listened, but never commented). Most of her mergirlhood had been spent swimming around, exploring, singing to herself. Making up little stories in her head and then putting them into song.”
Source: Part of Your World
“Her voice hung shrill in the air like a shot partridge.”
Source: Thrice the Brinded Cat Hath Mew'd
“Her voice is as casual as a knife in the gut.”
Source: Perfect Lies
“Her voice is filled with distant sonorities, like reverberations in a cave: now you are at the place of annihilation, now you are at the place of annihilation. And she is herself a cave full of echoes, she is a system of repetitions, she is a closed circuit.’ Can a bird sing only the song it knows or can it learn a new song?’ She draws her long, sharp fingernail across the bars of the cage in which her pet lark sings, striking a plangent twang like that of the plucked heartstrings of a woman of metal. Her hair falls down like tears.”
“Her voice is full of money.”
“Her voice is like a tinkling bell, bright and beguiling, but if you don't know better, it'll suck you in, like those sirens making a snack out of Odysseus's homeboys.”
Source: It's Elementary
“Her voice is still pitched high, thanks to her youth, but it has a certain incipient darkness to it, a low richness that will mature in the coming years to the smoky tones of a priestess or a queen -- a woman of great natural power.”
Source: Daughter of Sand and Stone
“Her voice is thin and her moan is high,
And her cackling laugh or her barking cold
Bring terror to the young and old.
O Molly, Molly, Molly Means
Lean is the ghost of Molly Means.”
Source: This Is My Century: New and Collected Poems
“Her voice left a flavor of honey and gunpowder on the air.”
Source: A fine and private place: The last unicorn
“Her voice like liquid gold so special n she looks amazing”
“Her voice makes me think of her mouth makes me think of her breath makes me think of her breasts.”
Source: Survivor
“Her voice never stops: even when I sleep, it is a shining silver thread running through most of my dreams and all my nightmares, whispering, beseeching, threatening: One word from you is all I want. Just speak one word, and we'll begin. Name, rank, and serial number, perhaps the misquoted lyrics from a popular song: anything will do. From there we'll move with slow cautious steps to gentle verbal sparring, twice-told tales, descriptions of the scarred and darkest places of our old and worn-out souls. I'll love you back; I'll tell you secrets—”
Source: The Dream of Perpetual Motion
“Her voice, once his solace, was now a guttural symphony of madness.”
Source: Cradle of Hunger
“Her voice sounded much cooler than she felt. Inside, her internal organs were grinding themselves into nervous pulp. Her intestines were gone. Her kidneys were disintegrating. Her stomach was wringing itself out, yanking on her trachea.”
Source: Fangirl
“Her voice sounds like velvet and heaven.
Sticky Thoughts”
“Her voice.
That's what drew me to her.
It was gorgeous, perfect, angelic.
Ironic, that a demon should be drawn to the voice of an angel.”
Source: Scarred
“Her voice trailed off as she watched his tongue trace the outline of his lower lip. It was like watching a wolf taste the thrill of victory before a kill.”
Source: General's Dawn
“Her voice trembled. "I’m so glad you’re mine. I won’t ever let you go." This time, it was Kaleb who said, "I know," devastated at being so wanted. "You are just a little possessive."”
“Her voice was a hushed whisper against my ear. An audible smile.”
Source: Bad Glass: A Novel
“Her voice was as delicate as the rest of her, but I remembered something important from the fantasy novels I'd loved to read as a teenager. Fairy queens weren't always friendly. They could be real bitches, if they thought someone was a threat to their kingdom.”
Source: The Slowest Burn
“Her voice was as rough as sandpaper. As long as Blomkvist lived, he would never forget her face as she went on the attack. Her teeth were bared like a beast of prey. Her eyes were glittering, black as coal. She moved with the lightning speed of a tarantula and seemed totally focus on her prey as she swung the club again, striking Martin in the ribs.”
“Her voice was caught in the shell of my ear, as if it were the ocean.”
Source: The Storyteller
“Her voice was like a portrait of her soul: wild as a fire, sharp as shattered glass, sweet and clean as clover.”
Source: The Name of the Wind
“Her voice was loud and cheerful, the way it was when nothing was well and she was determined not to show it.”
Source: The Peculiar
“Her voice was loud, penetrating and very, very posh. You know the expression "speaks with a plum in her mouth"? Well, this one spoke with the whole tree.”
Source: Not All Tarts Are Apple
“Her voice was now so shrill only bats would be able to hear it soon, but she had reached a level of indignation that rendered her temporarily speechless.”
“Her voice was really faint like she was about to fall asleep. “Is this what heaven is like? Kittens everywhere?”
Source: You Should Smile More
“Her voice was slightly accented but her French was perfect. Someone who'd not just learned the language but loved it. And it showed with every syllable. Gamache knew it was impossible to split language from culture. That without one the other withered. To love the language was to respect the culture.”
Source: The Chief Inspector Gamache Series
“Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.”
Source: Tell Me When I'm Dead
“Her voice was so soothing and gentle that it would have caused an assortment of cobras, tigers, wolverines, and badgers to all snuggle together and take a group nap.”
Source: Love in the Afternoon