H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“His academic failure forced him to develop unconventionally, free of the social straightjacket that might have constrained his progress to well-worn paths.”
Source: The Man Who Knew Infinity: A Life of the Genius Ramanujan
“His accent... British but crisper.”
Source: Keeper of the Lost Cities
“His accent was deep Louisiana, which meant half the time he wasn't coherent and the other half he was bitching at them for not answering his questions.”
Source: Divide & Conquer
“His accent was delicious. A result of British deliberateness changed by the rhythm of an African tongue and the grace of African lips. I moved away after smiling, needing to sit apart and collect myself. I had not met such a man.”
Source: The Heart of a Woman
“His accidental fortune was beyond calculation, to have been born in 1948 in placid Hampshire, not Ukraine or Poland in 1928, not to have been dragged from the synagogue steps in 1941 and brought here. His white-tiled cell – a piano lesson, a premature love affair, a missed education, a missing wife – was by comparison a luxury suite. If his life so far was a failure, as he often thought, it was in the face of history’s largesse.”
Source: Lessons
“His achievements read like the graffiti on the walls of a hangman's changing room.”
“His act was rather that of a harmless lunatic than an enemy. We were not so new to the country as not to know that the solitary life of many a plainsman had a tendency to develop eccentricities of conduct and character not always easily distinguishable from mental aberration. A man is like a tree: in a forest of his fellows he will grow as straight as his generic and individual nature permits; alone, in the open, he yields to the deforming stresses and tortions that environ him.”
Source: Ghost stories
“His action of joining them, which would have been rude in a restaurant that was not moving at three hundred kilometers an hour, was perfectly acceptable on a train, which mimicked the entirely random joinings of life but revealed their true nature by making them last only hours or days, rather than years and decades. People on a train form an alliance, as if the world that surrounded the parallel rails were hostile and and they refugees from it. The dining car, humming and rocking gently in the night, annihilated past and future and made all associations outside of itself seem vaguely unreal. So they welcomed him at their table, for he was one of them, a traveler, not one of those wraiths through whose night-lit cities they passed.”
Source: Carve the Sky
“His action was inexcusable, but it was forgivable.”
Source: The Caleb Years: When God Doesn't Make Sense
“His actions are not impulsive, they are thoughtful, because his intention is to be fruitful.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“His actions. It makes sense… everything he did was for me. It’s a slow unraveling—the kind that catches you off guard, then wraps around you like a warm, melting candy.”
Source: Bewitched
“His administration apparently means to define itself as a television program instead of a government...I don't know if it can please both its sponsors and its intended audience.”
“His adolescents are displaced aristocrats who have lost their kingdom and wealth, which was childhood. [On J.D. Salinger]”
“His advice to me is basically to just love what you do and don't let the fear of failure stop you.”
“His aftershave – eau du sex god - wafted her way.”
Source: Playing the Player
“His age was indeterminate. But in cynicism and general world weariness, which is a sort of carbon dating of the personality, he was about seven thousand years old.”
“His aggravation was soothed by the sight of Sophia's serene face, the dark lashes screening her blue eyes as she concentrated on her task. Remembering the sweet fire of her response, Ross felt a glow of triumph. Despite her fears, she had been willing to let him make love to her. He would not press the issue now, not until he was well again. But then... oh, then...”
Source: Lady Sophia's Lover
“His agony somehow became an invisible hand, stretching out through the Force, a hand that found her, far away, alone in her apartment in the dark, a hand that felt the silken softness of her skin and the sleek coils of her hair, a hand that dissolved into a field of pure energy, of pure feeling that reached inside her—
And now he felt her, really felt her in the Force, as though she could have been some kind of Jedi, too, but more than that: he felt a bond, a connection, deeper and more intimate than he’d ever had before with anyone, even Obi-Wan; for a precious eternal instant he was her … he was the beat of her heart and he was the motion of her lips and he was her soft words as though she spoke a prayer to the stars—”
Source: Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith
“His aim was the glory of God, but the glory of Philip pleased him too.”
Source: THE PILLARS OF THE EARTH
“His air of failure had nothing desperate about it; rather, it seemed to stem from an unresented realisation that he was not cut out for success, and his duty was therefore to ensure only that he failed in the correct and acceptable fashion.”
Source: Flaubert's Parrot
“His alarm clock ticked by the head of the bed. He gazed at its whitish face, the hands both drawing downward. There were no clocks, there. There were no hours. It was not the river of time flowing that moved the clock's hands forward; their mechanism moved them. Seeing them move men said, Time is passing, passing, but they were fooled by the clocks they made. It is we who pass through time, Hugh thought.”
Source: The Beginning Place
“His allure is a warning not to get too close, and I am definitely too close.”
Source: Fourth Wing
“His ambition could build empires, but his touch builds my surrender.”
“His ambition was not to become wealthy or to be well known, an image which society for some reason dictates each individual should prescribe to, instead his only ambition was to be at peace with himself, if he could achieve that than anything else he might need would follow. From now on he would question all things in life, but especially the rules and regulations of all authority institutions; he would take nothing on face value and only would accept what he personally knew to undeniably be true.”
Source: Charnel House
“His ambition was to insert his dreams into the world, and if they were the wrong dreams, then he would dream them in solitude.”
Source: We Others: New & Selected Stories
“His angelic wings blackened when the dark fury assailed his mind. Summoning new strength from the unholy power that ravaged his soul, grieved to drastic levels of desperation by the tainting of the holy light within him, he combated ally and enemy alike, bent on destroying both sides in order to ensure the quelling of the dark energies there and then. For days and nights, the lone warrior bathed himself in the blood of angels and demons. And when it was over, he stood alone on contaminated land, with a contaminated soul. He was banned forever from Heaven and not even Hell had space for a creature which seemed to cherish Oblivion over Pandemonium. The dark angel, not so far removed from his former self as his superiors seemed to believe, died on the edge of the cliffs, of utter loneliness and despair.”
Source: Raventide
“His anger is easily excited and appeased, and he changes from hour to hour.”
“His anger seemed out of proportion to the crime. Men. Give them an orgasm and they want...well, probably more orgasms.”
Source: Rekindle the Flame
“His anger was as great as mine, but hot where mine was cold.”
Source: The Pool of Fire
“His anger was still there, and he used it to break into her. He liked the way her eyes widened in alarm, as if he was forcing a lock, as if he was breaking and entering. It was the first time he'd ever slept with a woman and it felt like burglary.”
Source: The Five Gates of Hell
“His angry expression softens, and then he shoves my shoulder playfully.
"Hey!" I push him back, to which he retaliates until I'm finally smiling.
I love how we can do that--break through the misery to always find each other.”
Source: The Treatment
“His answer to every problem, every setback was “I will work harder!” —which he had adopted as his personal motto.”
Source: Animal Farm
“His answer trickled through my head like water through a sieve.”
Source: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass: 150th-Anniversary Edition (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)
“His answer was - not the common gallantries which come so easily to the lips of me - but simply that he loved me - he met argument with fact. He told me - that with himself also, the early freshness of youth had gone by, & that throughout it he had not been able to love any woman - that he loved now for the first time & the last.”
“His answering smile broke her heart. It was that secret, warm smile that made his eyes sparkle. The smile he only reserved for her.”
Source: A Court of Light and Melody
“His answers were quite often like that. When she spoke of beauty, he spoke of the fatty tissue supporting the epidermis. When she mentioned love, he responded with the statistical curve that indicates the automatic rise and fall in the annual birthrate. When she spoke of the great figures in art, he traced the chain of borrowings that links these figures to one another.”
Source: The Man Without Qualities: Picador Classic
“His antipasto was the classic Roman fritto misto---tiny morsels of mixed offal, including slivers of poached brains and liver, along with snails, artichokes, apples, pears, and bread dipped in milk, all deep-fried in a crisp egg-and-bread-crumb batter. This was to be followed by a primo of rigatoni alla pajata---pasta served with intestines from a baby calf so young that they were still full of its mother's milk, simmered with onions, white wine, tomatoes, cloves, and garlic. For the secondo they would be having milza in umido--- a stewed lamb's spleen, cooked with sage, anchovies, and pepper. A bitter salad of puntarelle al' acciuga---chicory sprouts with anchovy---would cleanse the palate, to be followed by a simple dolce of fragole in aceto, gorella strawberries in vinegar.”
Source: The Food of Love
“His antlers trace celestial arcs in the misty dawn, a kaleidoscope of shapes that play with the first timid rays of light.”
Source: Mountain poems: Musings on stone, forest, and snow
“His anxiety about the safety of his son, his conjectures concerning the issue of his mission to the Duke of Burgundy, and a thousand other thoughts which recalled past events, or speculated on those which were to come, rushed upon his mind like the waves of a perturbed sea, and prevented all tendency to repose. He had been in bed about an hour, and sleep had not yet approached his couch, when he felt that the pallet on which he lay was sinking below him, and that he was in the act of descending along with it he knew not whither.”
Source: Anne of Geierstein
“His appearance in reality a hidden masquerade”
Source: The Macabre Masterpiece
“His apprentice had barely moved since delivering Rey, but his emotions had been simmering when he arrived, and begun to boil when Snoke revealed that he was the creator of Kylo's mysterious connection with Rey.
Or at least they had boiled until a moment ago. Then the tumult had ceased, replaced by an eerie calm and focus. Snoke had been surprised, but pleased. Master and apprentice had work ahead of them, and Kylo -- that endlessly conflicted mixture of light and dark -- had finally found himself.”
Source: The Last Jedi: Expanded Edition (Exclusive Edition)
“His apprentice was just beginning to grapple with this experience, coming face to face with the sombre realities of their ministry, that there was an entire unseen universe not any less real simply because it was invisible to mortal eyes most of the time. An ancient war was yet raging against enemies that never sleep, always plotting, continually ensnaring, sadistically feeding off destruction, despair and death, physical and eternal, glutted and glutting, never filled, never satisfied.”
Source: Vocation of a Gadfly
“His are the quiet steeps of dreamland, The waters of no-more-pain; His ram's bell rings 'neath an arch of stars, "Rest, rest, and rest again.”
Source: The Listeners and Other Poems
“His argument is as thin as the homeopathic soup that was made by oiling the shadow of a pigeon that had been starved to death.”
“His argument was disarmingly simple: the people of England should obey those in authority whoever they were, for the sake of peace and order.”
Source: The Restless Republic: Britain Without a Crown
“His arm and head touching her, warm at their contact spots, she felt her body relax with the weight of his. His weight communicated an exquisite sexuality, oozing like food dye dropped into water, into her every cell. It curlicued its sensuality into her arm with delicate dips and spins, building momentum as it floated through to her core. Filling cell after cell, creating deep yearning in the cells still untouched. The sensation sprinted up her spine. Causing a reflexive twitch to jilt her back, arching it involuntarily forward.”
Source: Rhythm That Surrounds Us: A contemporary law office romance
“His arm fell lifelessly by his side. He looked away and said, "Oliver, I don't know what's wrong with me. I want to hurt the whole world.”
“His arm fell lifelessly to his side. He looked away and said, “Oliver, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I want to hurt the whole world.”
Source: If We Were Villains
“His arm slid around my shoulders and drew me to him. It was odd, sitting there under the veil of darkness, watching the neighborhood settle down. Lamps burned in windows. TVs flickered. A few houses down, the rhythmic thud of a basketball on concrete and muffled laughter alerted us to the only other people outside on this glorious fall night.
“This is a perfect date,” I said.
He tensed. “You’d call it a date?”
“Sure. You wouldn’t?”
He looked down at me, his eyes glittering in the faint light. “I thought American girls liked more formality in a date.”
“More money is what you mean.” I smiled. “It’s a date. Don’t argue with me.”
“I never do.”
“His arms squeeze around me, his voice dropping to a soft scratch. 'I'm glad we had our moment. Even if it didn't last as long as we wanted it to.' The tears are so thick in my eyes that the dance floor dissolves into streaks of color and light. 'But,' I finally get out, my eyes scrunching shut, 'it really was fucking perfect.”
Source: Book Lovers