H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Her voice was soft and layered, like a wind chime in the breeze before it rains.”
Source: Flightspawn
“Her voice was soft and numinous, as befitted any Aizian singer, yet it was not just bells and melody. There was something else in her tune, a strand of solemnity that no Aizian could possess, for it yearned for something far away, whereas Aizians needed only open their eyes to behold the greatest wonders. Yes, she was in Aizai now, but she hadn’t always been, and for how much longer was impossible to say.”
Source: Aizai the Forgotten
“Her voice was soft and soothing, like some distant lullaby you couldn't place.”
Source: The Legend of Acacia Vitak
“Her voice was soft, but not like a pillow. Like a pile of fine metal shavings or powdered glass.”
Source: The Serpent King
“Her voice was warm and husky as a clarinet, but not so sad as a clarinet: friendlier. When she laughed, it was like a clarinet blowing bubbles.”
Source: The Radiant Road
“Her voice whispering love soothes him. They'd never done that before. Weren't that type of family. Except now he doesn't know what kind of family they are. What word is it that can define them? What would they call his family in the textbooks? Broken? He comes from a broken home. The Mackees can't be put back together again. There are too many pieces of them missing.”
“Her voice would die before she ran out of rage. She could scream a hole in her throat and come unraveled, fall to pieces like moth-chewed silk, and still, from the leftover shreds of her, the little pile of tatters, would pour forth this unending scream.”
Source: Muse of Nightmares
“Her voice, high and clear, moved through the leaves, through the sunlight. It splashed onto the gravel, the grass. He imagined the notes falling into the air like stones into water, rippling the invisible surface of the world. Waves of sound, waves of light: his father had tried to pin everything down, but the world was fluid and could not be contained.”
Source: The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel
“Her vulnerability is open, but she’s safe within it.”
Source: Every Day
“Her walk-in closet greeted me with the smell of lavender. Hanging rods held Chanel suits and sale-rack department store dresses side by side. Shelves displayed sweaters of every color from peach to cranberry. I brushed my hand over a pink sweater. The cashmere was soft as a cloud.”
Source: The Irresistible Blueberry Bakeshop & Cafe
“Her warmth enveloped him almost instantly, her scent filling the space between them until all he could think of was how much he envied her perfume for touching her skin when he couldn't.”
Source: Throne of the Fallen
“Her was interested in the shadow herself - how her mind worked, what motivated her, her essence, how she came to be. It was a fascinating phenomenon.”
Source: Shadow Touched
“Her wavy hair falls to mid-waist, and I think how she looks better this way. From the back.”
Source: The Collector
“Her wavy, shoulder-length hair was the colour of polished mahogany.”
Source: Falling Angel
“Her way through life had been winding until now, like an unruly stream stumbling its way over hurdles and bumps, oftentimes trickling into those dark, unexpected cracks.
But she was like water. Persistent, versatile, never willing to wait.”
Source: On the Edge of Daylight: A Novel of the Titanic
“Her wedding ring, her gentle brush-offs, and her outright rejection had been minor obstacles compared to the big no of another man kissing her cheek.”
Source: Pretty Girls
“Her weight settled on her back foot as she crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him, now legitimately baffled.
“How delusional are you, aliens in your head notwithstanding?”
Source: Vertigo
“Her whole childhood, she'd devoured stories of children with dead and missing mothers, often easier to find than stories of children whose mothers were alive and well. The absence of a mother was a promise of adventure; mothers made things too safe, too comforting. Children with mothers didn't need to look outside their homes for affirmation of their supremacy in someone's story. They didn't need to write their own protagonism.
Esther remembered Cecily complaining about this when they'd watched The Little Mermaid, Cinderella, and Snow White, offended by the lack of loving birth mothers and the prevalence of monstrous stepmothers. She'd squeezed Esther tight and smeared her cheek with red kisses and said, 'This evil stepmother loves you very much.' But despite Cecily's love, which Esther had never doubted, she had already identified within herself the same motherless quality that drove Ariel to shore, Cinderella to the ball, Snow White into the forest. Her motherlessness was intrinsic to her sense of self, and her sense of self was all she had these many years alone.
What would it mean if her mother was alive? Not only alive, but aware of Esther and watching out for her, passing notes through magic mirrors and protecting her from afar, her own fairy godmother. What would it mean if her mother had not died, but left her?”
Source: Ink Blood Sister Scribe
“Her whole face twisted in agony and one tear fell from the corner of her eye, and I wanted to die right there. I wanted to die before I had to watch another one slip from her eyes.”
Source: Near and Far
“Her whole life has been rough dad," I whisper. "She's too young to have experienced this much pain.”
Source: A Brand New Ending
“Her whole life, she'd been judged, told what kinds of jobs she could and couldn't do. All those people who said, Just try harder, all you need to succeed is the right attitude — they were a bunch of idiots. It didn't matter how much they lectured her about being self motivated, because she'd been assigned to the lesser group from the get-go. But most people didn't understand this even if she tried to explain.”
Source: Swallows
“Her whole life story is in a book but you are too busy searching for it on social media.”
“Her whore I might be, but not without my reasons.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“Her wide, gorgeous smile was the culprit. It was pure magic. Neighbors lined the parking lot, eager to empty their pockets, all so she'd shine that beam on them.”
Source: Accidentally Married on Purpose
“Her widowed mother owns the shop on rue de Grenelle. Should her mother die, despite her expertise, Pauline Léon will not inherit the shop. She can only do so through a husband. As she has not yet met a suitable spouse, we can only imagine the kind of chocolat he would make if he were a wig maker.”
Source: Her Own Legacy
“Her wild heart was rare, she saw blessings were most saw burdens & if one thing was certain; her smile was like a flower in the sunshine”
“Her wild race caused the dried-up ferns, thorny plants, and low-hung tree branches—away from the lake—to grab at our clothing in the mad dash over the narrow packed dirt through the trees.”
Source: Colorado State of Mind
“Her wild tumbled hair - he loved those curls that defied gravity and rules with uniform indifference. Her head held, she swanned with a graceful saunter. She took his breath away.”
Source: The Guardian of Arcadin
“Her willpower and spunk surprised people.”
Source: Alexander Hamilton
“her wings unfolded”
“Her wings would be invisible to human eyes, her presence felt only in the whispers of the wind and the warmth of the sun.”
Source: Do Not Be Afraid: A Whimsical Urban Fantasy About a Stranded Angel, a Hellhound Puppy, and a Second Chance on Earth
“Her wish to die was as pervasive as a dial tone: you lift the receiver, it's always there.”
“Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.”
Source: Dryden: Selected Poems
“Her womb from her body. Separation. Her clitoris from her vulva. Cleaving. Desire from her body. We were told that bodies rising to heaven lose their vulvas, their ovaries, wombs, that her body in resurrection becomes a male body.
The Divine Image from woman, severing, immortality from the garden, exile, the golden calf split, birth, sorrow, suffering. We were told that the blood of a woman after childbirth conveys uncleanness. That if a woman's uterus is detached and falls to the ground, that she is unclean. Her body from the sacred. Spirit from flesh. We were told that if a woman has an issue and that issue in her flesh be blood, she shall be impure for seven days. The impure from the pure. The defiled from the holy. And whoever touches her, we heard, was also impure. Spirit from matter. And we were told that if our garments are stained we are unclean back to the time we can remember seeing our garments unstained, that we must rub seven substances over these stains, and immerse our soiled garments.
Separation. The clean from the unclean. The decaying, the putrid, the polluted, the fetid, the eroded, waste, defecation, from the unchanging. The changing from the sacred. We heard it spoken that if a grave is plowed up in a field so that the bones of the dead are lost in the soil of the field, this soil conveys uncleanness. That if a member is severed from a corpse, this too conveys uncleanness, even an olive pit's bulk of flesh. That if marrow is left in a bone there is uncleanness. And of the place where we gathered to weep near the graveyard, we heard that planting and sowing were forbidden since our grieving may have tempted unclean flesh to the soil. And we learned that the dead body must be separated from the city.
Death from the city. Wilderness from the city. Wildness from the city. The Cemetery. The Garden. The Zoological Garden. We were told that a wolf circled the walls of the city. That he ate little children. That he ate women. That he lured us away from the city with his tricks. That he was a seducer and he feasted on the flesh of the foolish, and the blood of the errant and sinful stained the snow under his jaws.
The errant from the city. The ghetto. The ghetto of Jews. The ghetto of Moors. The quarter of prostitutes. The ghetto of blacks. The neighborhood of lesbians. The prison. The witch house. The underworld. The underground. The sewer. Space Divided. The inch. The foot. The mile. The boundary. The border. The nation. The promised land. The chosen ones.”
Source: Woman and Nature: The Roaring Inside Her
“Her words are her wings. She's flying.”
“Her words broke, swallowed by silence. I looked up just in time to see her eyes fill with tears. A sob escaped her lips, so fragile, so human, it made my chest tighten painfully.”
Source: Where the Dark Knelt
“Her words clawed at his heart like briars entangling themselves in the mess of what he felt for her.”
Source: Winter's Thrall
“Her words dance on the page.”
“Her words died away when she felt the heat of his mouth, the slow, sensual strokes of his tongue, the rub of his unshaven jaw against the soft skin of her inner thigh. Her pulse hammered and she sank her fingers into his scalp, holding him in place.
He took his time, stoking her desire with a steady seduction, licking, teasing, his tongue everywhere except where she needed it to go. She sank against the door, gave herself over to the long, liquid wave of pleasure, the firm grip of his hands on her thighs, the exquisite sensation of his tongue sliding over her most sensitive spot.
When he slid a thick finger deep inside her, and then another, she moaned, certain the ground was quaking beneath her feet. His mouth went from light and gentle to hot and demanding, and she rocked her hips against him, trying to soothe the wicked ache between her thighs.
She came in a rush, fisting his hair, her vision narrowing, breath lost to the exquisite pleasure of giving her body over to pure physical sensation.”
Source: The Dating Plan
“Her words echoed in his mind. I love you, she’d said. She loved him. Hope dawned in his face. Someone loved him, not for what he once was, but loved him as he was now. He bent to kiss her but she raised her head to look with desperation into his eyes.
She had to make him understand why she couldn’t stay. “I love you.” She repeated. “I won’t let him hurt you or any of my new friends.”
Enrico had never known fear. He knew it now. She would leave him. He knew she would, her sense of loyalty was matched only by his own. If she thought she could protect him by leaving, she would run rather than put his or anyone else’s life in danger.
She loved him. The words made his heart sing and at the same time brought him the greatest despair he had known since Katrina had betrayed him.”
Source: Into My Heart
“Her words felt like a new beginning, a turning of a page, and, ominously, rang like the beginning of a final chapter.”
Source: From My Mother
“Her words flew like butterflies through the vibrant air of the hall; and the company was quiet, as if watching them.”
Source: The Outlaws of Sherwood
“Her words lingered in the air, mingling with the salty tang of the sea breeze, until they became indistinguishable from the whispers of the ocean itself.”
“Her words stabbed me like a knife. As a psychiatrist, I had encountered a lot of repulsive characters, but this was a new experience for me. My experience taught me that every emotion has a deeper bearing, and extreme emotions are mostly a fortress around a vulnerable core.”
Source: Maybe Love Maybe Not
“Her words were like tinfoil; they shone and they covered things up.”
Source: My Summer Of Love
“Her work, I really think her work is finding what her real work is and doing it, her work, her own work, her being human, her being in the world.”
Source: The Wave in the Mind: Talks and Essays on the Writer, the Reader, and the Imagination
“Her works of art are always a wonder, because she is a gifted woman.”
Source: Woman of Virtue: Power-Filled Quotes for a Powerful Woman
“Her world fragmented into dozens of sharp, cutting shards, shedding the salty blood and saltier tears that ringed the bitter cocktail of her despair. She was caterpillar and butterfly, both, caught in a cocoon of raw nerves and open sores; she was insanity, wrapped up in the thin, transient wrappings of a temporary lucidity; and she was afraid, because an innate desire lay in the bottom reaches of her psyche for the very poison that was killing her.”
Source: Terrorscape
“Her world had shrunk - no matter who she was with, she'd prefer to be with him. That's what happened when you fell in love - you only want to see them.”
“Her world was bordered on all sides with work, duty, religion and "her place." I don't think she ever knew that a deep-brooding love hung over everything she touched.”
Source: I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings