H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“His face softened and he leaned down and covered her mouth with his. Dark and dirty, hot and horny, sweet and utterly seductive. Damn, the man could kiss.
"I want you inside me." She swallowed hard. "I want...you."
"You have me---all of me." He pushed deep, filling her, stretching her, making her feel every inch of him. His smoldering eyes watched her intently, sending a current of need arrowing straight to her core. When she moaned, he moved his hips in just the right way to hit her most sensitive spot. Pleasure licked through her body and she surged toward the peak.
"Don't stop."
"No chance of that." His gaze didn't leave hers as he pulled out and thrust again, his hips moving hard and fast, arms braced on either side of her. The world fell away until there was only Jay, his scent, his heat, his muscles tightening and releasing, and his eyes locked on her like she truly was the most beautiful woman in the world. Heart-squeezing tenderness and wild heat.
She came in a roll of pleasure, a soul-deep release as she let herself go. Jay followed her with a quiet shudder that ripped the tension out of his muscular body with a groan.
"Fuck." He fell forward, his body covering hers, taking his weight on his elbows beside her. Small kisses to her lips made her feel seen and not forgotten.
"We just did." She looked up to her hands and he released them with one tug.
"Touch me, sweetheart. I want to feel your hands on me."
She held him close for what seemed like forever, breathing in his scent of sex and sweat and the lingering hint of his cologne.”
Source: The Singles Table
“His face spreads into a warm smile. “As a matter of fact, no, I have never slept under the stars – are you gettin’ all romantic on me, Camryn Bennett?” He looks at me with a playful sideward stare.”
“His face started morphing into different people, shapeshifting into wise, old, Indigenous men, as though he’d lived hundreds of lives and I was seeing him as he was in each one of them. I met many different people coming through to help with healing – shamans from centuries before – and I studied creases across their faces, wrinkle lines worn like badges of wisdom, markings of lives lived.”
Source: The Shift: A Memoir
“His face was all the more bright from the blood he’d drunk. Indeed the color was even now, and radiant overall, and his hair seemed all the fairer against his blushing skin. A tiny spider’s web of veins lived within each of his eyes, not detracting one jot from their awesome lustrous beauty.”
Source: The Vampire Armand
“His face was as smooth as a fresh jar of Nutella.”
Source: Love & Gelato
“His face was cold, but his tears were burning. What kind of world is buried into the heart of this lonely boy who is isolated from the rest of the world?”
Source: Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜
“His face was filled with broken commandments.”
“His face was gaunt, scraped and bloody, his hair dusted with cobwebs, but when he locked eyes with her, she thought he had never looked more handsome.
Percy & Annabeth”
“His face was glistening with cold. He was beautiful, the snow in his eyelashes like diamonds, the cool pink of his cheeks, the wet red of his lips. He was staggering toward her.
"I have to leave you." His breath came in uneven bursts. "You won't be safe with me."
Whatever he was, he could not be bad. An amazing and terrible thought entered Valerie's mind, clearing away all others.
"Peter..."
She stepped toward him, arms out. They gave in to each other, finally, their bodies fitting together. Her fingers warmed his cheek, and his arms slipped underneath her crimson cloak as her long blond hair blew around them. Enveloped in a shelter of white, standing out in black and red, were just the two of them. Nothing else anywhere. Valerie knew that she could never be apart from him, that she was what he was and that she would be his always.
She didn't care if he was the Wolf or not. And if he was a Wolf, then she would be one, too.
She made he choice and brought her lips to his.”
Source: Red Riding Hood
“His face was in my neck and he was breathing hard. Was he grieving me? Already? Would he miss me? Had I, in some tiny way, come to matter to this enigmatic, hard, brilliant, obsessed man? I realised he'd come to matter to me. Good or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me.”
Source: Bloodfever
“His face was just strange enough that she wanted to keep looking at it.”
Source: The Raven Boys
“His face was like a quiet pool that would hold everything safe in its depth.”
Source: Circe
“His face was marked with sadness but still very handsome.”
Source: The Siren
“His face was near lost in the dark but I saw his eyebrows raised, pleading. He felt too much. He always did.”
Source: Black Leopard, Red Wolf
“His face was neither handsome nor anything else. It just was.”
Source: The Birds
“His face was pale, and he dropped to the floor so that he was half kneeling, half sitting before her. "Please. I can...help you."
"No." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her mind felt clearer now. Everything made more sense when she wasn't so hungry. "I don't think I want the help you have."
He cradled his bloody arm and tried to stand. "This isn't right. You aren't right. You aren't suppose to be here."
"But I am.”
Source: Graveminder
“His face was sad and stern because of the doom that was laid on him, and yet hope dwelt ever in the depths of his heart, from which mirth would arise at times like a spring from a rock.”
Source: The Return of the King: Being the Third Part of the Lord of the Rings
“His face was serene, his hair glistened; his eyes shone with dark intent. I watched him from the door.”
Source: The Whispering Skull
“His face was shockingly handsome,tan and smooth,except for the two healed scars near his right ear and mouth.”
Source: Raphael/Parish
“His face was so close to mine that I could feel his breath against my skin. His scent was familiar, and it was that familiarity that decided me. Instead of pulling away from him or continuing with the improv and 'fainting' in his arms to pretend I was dead, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into me, closing the short distance between our lips.
I kissed him with everything in me. I put all my pain and sorrow and passion and love for him into that kiss, and his mouth opened under mine, meeting me passion for passion, pain for pain, and love for love.
And then the stupid bell rang.”
Source: Untamed
“His face was so ravaged, it was like looking at death itself. Except for the smooth, silvered part of it. By creeping degrees, his human hand lifted. He turned it over, showing a bloody palm. His cracked lips moved.
Beloved.
He could not say the word, but I knew it.
So did his Fool.”
Source: Assassin's Fate
“His face was tense, his jaw flexed as he stared at her. She could hardly stand to meet his eyes. They were an ocean of betrayal. They probed her, searching for the smallest sign that she didn't mean it. That spark of hope that never seemed to go out.”
Source: Spells
“His face was very heavily creased, and into each crease he had tucked some worry or other, so that it wasn't really his face any longer, but more like a tree that had nests of birds in all of the branches. He had to struggle constantly to manage it and always looked worn out from the effort.”
Source: Memoirs Of A Geisha
“His face went somber for half a second, and then it dissolved into an absolutely wonderful and fearless laugh. The old Ronan Lynch's laugh. No, it was better than that one, because this new one had just a hint of darkness beneath it. This Ronan knew there was crap in the world, but he was laughing anyway.”
Source: The Dream Thieves
“His failure is not failure whom God leads;
Through all the slow mysterious march goes on:
An immutable Power has made this mutable world;
A self-fulfilling transcendence treads man’s road;
The driver of the soul upon its path,
It knows its steps, its way is inevitable
And how shall the end be vain when God is guide?
03.04_089:049”
Source: Savitri: A Legend and a Symbol
“His failure to adapt to new techniques, to pander (his own word), probably made his supporters love him all the more, and probably also narrowed his political base.”
Source: The Powers That Be
“His fair landlady was in despair. She would most willingly have made M. d'Artagnan her husband--such a handsome man, and such a fierce mustache!”
“His faith pulsed around him, tangible and wavering like one small flame in a gale of wind.
He was at once convicted for his audacity and exalted for his discernment.
He felt the laws of nature being stretched apart at the seams, and he found a tantalizing thread of other in the void between them.”
Source: The Paragon
“His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the right.”
Source: Select works of mr. A. Cowley [ed. by R. Hurd].
“His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.”
Source: The Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: With a Memoir of His Life ...
“His fall from grace is imminent and the vultures are circling. Waiting to pick his bones clean.”
Source: Dante's Revenge
“His fame as an artist requires very tender care. Look what a mask of diplomacy is painstakingly formed by the whole of that fine profile; he is as wily as a cardinal. He has scented in Miss White a useful agent of celebrity, and he has come solely to harness her to the cause of his glory. It is himself that he courts by means of the salaams he offers to her; he only ever flirts with himself. He is the Narcissus of the inkpot...”
Source: Monsieur de Phocas
“his familiar profile silhouetted against the darkening sky outside. Nine years hadn’t changed him much”
Source: Rekindled Flame
“His family could not understand the attraction to Marxism. It offered nothing and demanded everything, including your soul.”
Source: Growing Up American
“His family didn’t really care how he did; his wife just wanted him to enjoy his sport.”
Source: The Brave Athlete: Calm the F*ck Down and Rise to the Occasion
“His family fell upon him in a crush of hugs and celebration.”
Source: Hidden Figures (Book only)
“His family's wellbeing is paramount. He carefully considers the impact of his decisions on his loved ones, be it grand endeavours or the simplest tasks. His dedication burns bright, it is a vow that lasts.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“His family sat at home mourning him, and you sat here sipping tea—
- Alice”
Source: Alice in the Land of Clovers
“His famous, soul-stirring "I have a dream" speech will still give you chills and break your heart today. Decades later, long after his life on earth tragically ended, the legacy of his burden lives on, improving lives for generations to come. All because one man allowed his burden to birth a dream.”
Source: Weird: Because Normal Isn't Working
“His fangs brushed against my lower lip. My breath caught as I slid my tongue over those sharp points, feeling their edge. He was dangerous. But instead of fear, that knowledge was only fueling the tempest inside of me.”
Source: On Wings of Blood
“His fangs scraped lightly over her skin and then, with a low groan, he gave in to the need coursing through him.
She moaned softly, her body sagging against his as the world went red. There was no pain and, oddly, no fear, only a remarkable sensual euphoria. She closed her eyes, drifting, falling into velvet blackness that threatened to sweep her away into oblivion.”
Source: As Twilight Falls
“His fate was not in his own hands, it seemed to him. And it was not until much later that he came to realise that the reason it was not in his own hands was because, quite simply, he had never thought to grasp it and hold on. No-one had ever told him that he could.”
Source: A Patchwork Of Moonlight And Shadow
“His father gave him a funny look as the entire spectrum of emotion usually eclipsed by control displayed instantaneously in his dark eyes. Then 'Merapa started to laugh. Dirck literally leaned away, beyond shock as the person he trusted and admired more than anyone else in the entire universe totally lost it.”
Source: Beyond the Hidden Sky
“His father had always said, Son, the most important thing in life is to make a contribution. Who would have thought Kittridge’s contribution would be video-blogging from the front lines of the apocalypse?”
Source: The Twelve
“His father had seen his impatience with such shows of manners, but pointed out that it was such manners that were the ligaments and tendons of society. If I ignore them, others will do so as well, and so the whole of society will collapse.”
Source: A Secret Atlas
“His father had taught him distance.
If he could want so little, then very little could hurt him. If he learned early that everything could be taken away, then he would be attached to nothing but the pursuit of power.”
Source: Once More Upon a Time
“His father had told him that a person could usually know within a short amount of time if a place would be something special—something familiar—or if you were destined to always be a visitor.”
Source: Murder at the Flamingo
“His father had told him time and again never to underestimate the power of something that could kill you.”
Source: Slayers
“His father in law, who was as old as the century, had just retired and was living in a country house in Gelderland. He would be coming by car. Saskia called and suggested that he pick them up--then they could get coffee together first. A typical country dweller, he replied that he wouldn't be caught dead in Amsterdam; what did they think, that he wanted to be attacked by a gang of hippie Provos? He laughed as he said it, but he didn't come, though God knows he'd faced worse dangers in his life.”
Source: The Assault
“His father is hinky, she said with a sigh. And by hinky she meant a drug kingpin.”
Source: Kill You Twice