H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad, His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he's really divine, The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.”
“His eyes are blazing with light, more light than all the lights in every city in the whole world, more light than we could ever invent if we had ten thousand billion years.”
Source: Delirium
“His eyes are blue, and blue eyes up close are a celestial phenomenon: nebulae as seen through telescopes, the light of unnamed stars diffused through dusts and elements and endlessness. Layers of light. Blue eyes are starlight.”
“his eyes are gleaming as if he had the best day of his life, or he is having the best day of his life.”
Source: Changed Desires: A Tragic Friends to Lovers Romance
“His eyes are like a telescope. I look into them and I'm transported across the universe to a world I've never been.”
“His eyes are open, watching my flushed face, my ragged breathing. I try to stop myself from making embarrassing noises. It’s more intimate than the way he’s touching me, to be looked at like that. I hate that he knows what he’s doing and I don’t. I hate being vulnerable. I hate that I throw my head back, baring my throat. I hate the way I cling to him, the nails of one hand digging into his back, my thoughts splintering, and the single last thing in my head: that I like him better than I’ve ever liked anyone and that of all the things he’s ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.”
Source: The Wicked King
“His eyes are peculiar. There is nothing in them, like an eclair without the cream filling. It's wrong, lack of cream.”
“His eyes are so beautiful and dark and they do look like that dog’s—I mean, that wolf’s. They are kind and strong and a little bit something else and I like them. I like them a lot. No, I like them way too much. Something inside me gets a little warmer, edges closer to him.
The fire crackles and I jump again, jittery, nervous, but I don’t jump away from Nick. I jump toward him. Nick in the firelight with just a blanket on is a little hard to resist, no matter how crazy he might be. His skin, deep with heat, seems to glisten. His muscles are defined and good but not all steroid bulky. He is so perfect. And beautiful. In a boy way. Not a monster way. Not a wolf way.
“Are you going to kiss me?” My words tremble into the air.
He smiles but doesn’t answer.
“I’ve never kissed a werewolf before. Are were kisses like pixie kisses? Do they do something to you? Is that why you never kissed anybody?”
He gives a little smile. “No. It’s just I never kissed anyone because I never thought I could be honest about who I am, you know? And I didn’t want anyone to get attached to me because . . .”
“Because you’re a werewolf.”
“Because I’m a werewolf,” he repeats softly. Watching his lips move makes me shiver; not in a scared way, in more of an oh-he-is-too-beautiful way.
I put my hand against his skin. It is warm. It’s always been warm. He smells so good, like woods and safety. I swallow my fear and move forward, and my lips meet his, angel-light, a tiny promise. His lips move beneath mine. His hands move to my shoulders and my mouth feels like it will burst with happiness. My whole body shakes with it.
“Wow,” I say.
“Yeah,” he says. “Wow.”
Our mouths meet again. It’s like my lips belong there . . . right there. One tiny part of me has finally found a place to fit.”
Source: Need
“His eyes are so intense I want to look away . . . or never look away, I can’t decide.”
Source: The Distance Between Us
“His eyes are the color of honey. These are the eyes I remember from my dreams.”
“His eyes are two warnings, full of everything he wishes he could say out loud”
Source: Prodigy
“His eyes are unfathomably sad as he lifts my chin. "Most people," Cain says, "are nothing but glimmers in the great darkness of time. But you, Helene Aquilla, are no swift-burning spark. You are a torch against the night -- if you dare to let yourself burn.”
Source: A Torch Against the Night
“His eyes are wild, psychotic slits that bat-dance in your soul looking for good things to crush or bad elements to identify with.”
Source: T2 Trainspotting
“His eyes, barely open, were glazed and distant. There wasn’t a single vital function his body could perform for itself; machines crowded around him, hovering like apostles.”
Source: Attachments
“His eyes beheld beauty not in reality but in the printed word. Standing in the waiting-room, he realized that in his life he had accepted secondary experience -- the experience of reading someone else's thoughts -- over real life.”
“His eyes burned violet - not with anger but with intense desire. The kind of look that made you love a person so much, you missed him even when he was standing right in front of you.”
Source: The Fallen Series: 4-Book Collection
“His eyes burned yellowly.”
Source: The Maltese Falcon
“His eyes closed now, and for a long time they sat quietly thus. Such was their lovemaking.”
Source: The Nice and the Good
“His eyes conduct a polygraph of my face.”
Source: Off the Air
“His eyes darken, so black and fathomless that there’s a hint of emptiness. For a flash of a second, I see the Jack I used to know. The Jack who used to be vulnerable, who used to worry out loud about his mom, who cried more than I did when I had to get surgery to fix the scar on my lip again, back when I was four, because he was scared I was in pain.”
Source: The Charmed List
“His eyes darkened in frustration.
"I'm tired of waiting, Thalia. I'm not a patient person. You have to know."
"What do you mean, Keal? You know I like Joss." I tried to move away again, but his hands on either side of me pinned me in. Keal's determination scared me.
"You know what we share is infinitely more powerful than...that. And you feel this between us, too," he growled. "You melt when I kiss you. You watch me when you think I'm unaware. You can't sleep unless I'm near. Tell me none of that is true."
I swallowed nervously and licked my lips. "No, that's all true."
"I promised your father I'd give you time, but I'm tired of waiting. Tired of watching Joss try and win your heart from me."
"Keal, I don't understand. Ho is joss keeping you from me, when you and I don't think of one another that way?
"Don't think--Thalia! You and I are lifemates.”
Source: The Silver Siren
“His eyes darted around the hallway, across the woven blue rug and up to the framed photos of baguettes and cheese wedges that covered the walls. His skin warmed from the heat coming out of the nearby kitchen. The smell of butter and cream mingled together like the tastiest candle you could ever light. He'd never had the food at Lyon, but he already knew what he was missing.”
Source: For Butter or Worse
“His eyes defiant and smoldering, Braden held his sword aimed at the MacDouglas’s throat. “To get to her, you’ll have to come through me.”
“You want to die for her?” Robby asked.
“Aye,” Braden said without hesitation. He glanced at her and for the first time she saw the love in his eyes. “I will die for her.”
Source: Claiming the Highlander
“His eyes drifted leisurely back up to my face and he smiled at me appreciatively, "Kelsey, when a man spends time with a beautiful woman, he needs to pace himself. I quirked my eyebrow at him and laughed. "Yeah, I'm a regular marathon alright." He kissed my fingers. "Exactly. A wise man never sprints...in a marathon.”
“His eyes finally meet mine and they bore through my entire existence. I feel naked. Like I'm sitting here in the middle of the public library, without a stitch of clothing. Like every question has removed another layer and I'm just sinew, muscle, bone, and marrow, laid bare in front of him.”
Source: Icing Hearts
“His eyes flared, and he tightened his grip on her arm. “Don’t press me, Meg.”
She didn’t miss the intimate use of her Christian name, but there was no mistaking the threat this time.
His voice was deep and liquid and seemed to wrap around her. She knew she shouldn’t provoke him, but he brought out a mischievous side of her long forgotten. Lifting one brow, she asked, “Or what?”
Before the taunt had left her mouth, she was in his arms again and jerked firmly against the broad chest she’d just admired. She gasped. Not from shock, but from the realization of how much she liked being pressed against him. Of how she savored the sensation of her breasts and hips molded against the hard length of his body, of melting against him, of being secured in his arms. A wave of heated awareness shuddered through her.
His eyes were hooded, his expression dark and full of promise. “Or I will prove to you just how innocent you are, my sweet, and how very little control you have over a man and a man’s desires.”
Source: Highlander Unmasked
“His eyes flashed open. “Is it so unbearable to have me love you? Is that it?”
“His eyes flickered a tiny, hopeful smile in response, but doubt quickly smothered it.”
Source: Shantaram
“His eyes followed Laura’s movements down the hall. She had come out of a side room and was greeting the residents as she went. Listening and chatting, while bending down to give her attention to someone in a wheelchair who was reaching up to stroke Laura’s head, calling out,” Missy, missy!”
Laura responded, smiling, standing back up and putting her arm around the frail body.
Several residents in wheelchairs along the hallway reached out to Laura, Jacob could sense the yearning for attention. At the time of life when all else falls away, and the body fails, and the mind retracts, what is left but the hunger for human touch? Long gone is the appetite of the body, but not forgotten the tender touch and the gentle voice, in the cradle of a mother’s arms. Jacob, too, understood this yearning and more keenly now than ever.
Jacob saw the elderly who were alone being revived by Laura as she chatted, acknowledging their needs: each responding like a wilting plant feeling relief from unexpected rain. Watching Laura nurture, through her words and gestures, triggered a deep emotion in him.
He wanted to receive her touch, her smile, her comfort to lift him when life seemed to retract and roll downhill. He desired to gather her close, nurture her and raise her up when life’s unexpected turns shook her world.
Will we get to that? he wondered?”
“His eyes followed Zara everywhere. She was such a bloody magnet, while every other woman had to endure a nuclear winter of lack of attention from the opposite sex.”
Source: The Millionaires' Death Club
“His eyes forward didn’t deviate from the off-road trail, his chiseled jaw gripped shut during the ride. He didn’t release any sound of explanation until we arrived.”
Source: Colorado State of Mind
“His eyes glittered like the emerald Jameson bottles cluttering my apartment. I felt drunk at the sight of him, warm and numb. It occurred to me from the depths of my mind that I’d never reacted to anyone like this before.”
Source: Dead Blood City
“His eyes glow in the shadows as he slides the soft liquid semen dripping down my thigh in a path leading back into my swollen entry, as if he doesn't want to come out of my body. "Sticky?" he asks in a gruff murmur, bending his head and licking my shoulder as he pushes his semen back inside with one finger.”
“His eyes go wide while a gasp of wonder passes his lips. He turns his body fully toward us. His lips moving like a fish out of water, gasping for breath. He gives his head a shake and stutters out, “Mer—mermaids. There are fish with women’s bodies or—women with fish bodies sitting upon the rocks. I—I never knew...”
Source: Lady's Destiny
“His eyes gravitated towards the wall-to-wall bookshelf at one end of the room. 'You folks like books, I see.”
“His eyes had a careworn coolness to them as if he had seen more than he should, and had stopped caring in order to save what was left of his soul.”
Source: Thunderhead
“His eyes had a shimmer that excited me. Every time they landed on me, they set my heart racing and my thoughts spinning.”
Source: Bella Donna
“His eyes had gone wide and he had kissed me in a way that had sent heat all the way down to my toes. “You’re such a good boy, Sexy, aren’t you?” he asked.
I shivered hard, looking at his handsome face. He looked turned on and pleased, mouth open in a smile even as he was panting slightly. My lips turned up into a smile of their own with no prompting from my brain and I nodded slowly. For Rio, I wanted to be.”
Source: Saint's Shelter
“His eyes had grown dark and smoky. A silky undertone crept into his voice. "Never tempted by any man, Fionna. Never tempted by any man... before me. Never tempted by desire. Untouched by any man... before me." Lightly he molded the shape of her breast in his palm, his thumb traced the outline of her nipple. Bending low, his lips pressed a tiny kiss at the corner of her mouth, his breath warming her cheek as he whispered, "Are you tempted, sweet?”
Source: The Seduction Of An Unknown Lady
“His eyes held a complex mix of emotions, reflecting a sense of having been betrayed, not only by his own desires but also by the intricate twists of fate itself.”
Source: The Legend of Tilsim Hoshruba
“His eyes held hers. “Because I knew, ten seconds after walking into this office and meeting you, that we had this in the bag.”
Source: Love Irresistibly
“His eyes held me in place, both of us never wavering, letting the air around us crackle with the words we’d spoken and the words yet to speak, and the knowledge that this could, in all honesty, become nothing between us. Or it could become everything.”
Source: The Other Side of Gravity
“His eyes held mine like a spell I couldn’t break, and my chest tightened. It was hard to breathe with him looking at me like that.”
Source: Only in Moonlight
“His eyes hit mine and I felt my neck heating, the warmth spreading up to my face. All at once we both realized Dad was watching us, giving Kaidan a murderous glare.”
“His eyes, if anything, gleamed even more bright, having found the treasure he sought.”
Source: Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology
“His eyes ignited into a color found only in the heart of the sun. ‘‘Yes?’’
‘‘Yes, already. I’ll marry you. Yes. Hell, yes. What am I, stupid?”
Source: Gale Force
“His eyes, impenetrable, mocked my vulnerability.”
Source: Bella Donna
“His eyes light up upon seeing the cookies. “Did you make them?”
“My sister did. They’re just the break-and-bake kind.”
“Those are my favorite.”
“No they’re not,” Victoria says.
“Hey, how about you head upstairs and start getting ready for bed?”
“It’s seven o’clock.”
“How about you head upstairs and just … stay there?”
They look at each other for a long moment and seem to be having some kind of nonverbal sibling communication. Finally Victoria sighs and steps away from the door.
“I get half of those cookies.”
Source: Foolish Hearts
“His eyes light up. “Wait, this is a sakura mochi. How did you remember—"
I glance down and curse internally at the faintly pink, round dessert, pale as a cherry blossom petal. How did I remember his favorite?
His mom used to take us, Cam, and Remy down to San Jose to go around Japantown, picking up bentos from a homey restaurant to eat at the park, and then we’d stop at Shuei-Do Manju Shop. Every time, without fail, Jack would choose sakura mochi. The times that there was only one left in stock, the rest of us purposefully ordered other sweets, just so Jack could get his favorite. And his eyes would shine with delight as he munched on the pink rice cake, the way he’s smiling now.”
Source: The Charmed List
“His eyes look like pieces of a broken plate.”
Source: As I Lay Dying