H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“His legs have a mind of their own, his foot shoots by itself... Roberto Baggio is a big horsetail that flicks away opponents as he flows forward in an elegant wave.”
Source: Soccer in Sun and Shadow
“His legs remembered the correct position for squatting down with toys. He played. He fit the round male studs into the round female grooves. He got some thinking done as he hunkered down on his fallen-sleep legs.”
“His legs spasmed at the sudden shortening of his stride.”
Source: Edge of Sundown
“His leopard leapt and raked, clawing for supremacy, demanding they claim her, but that wasn’t Sevastyan’s way. His woman was going to be his fully because she wanted him. Exclusively. Him. With every one of his flaws— and he had them in abundance.”
Source: Leopard's Rage
“His lessons were chock-full of analogies for a variety of musical situations. Those little things were my favorites. 'No . . . that's too much vibrato. It's like putting bright red lipstick on a beautiful woman.' I always thought it was funny that when you broke a musical rule-like accenting a weak beat-he would turn his head away from you sharply, almost as though he were in pain. It's like you just slapped him in the face by being unmusical.”
“His letter was like the shock produced by a cold bath.”
“His letters ... have been like fine cold water when you are terribly thirsty.”
“His level of reasoning challenges many, for he is such a reasonable being. His intellect challenges norms, dismantles fallacies, and constructs bridges of understanding. The world marvels at his mental acrobatics, he balances logic and intuition. His reasoning is not a monologue but an invitation for others to join the chorus of illumination.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“His lie ability is an asset”
“His lies flowed eloquently like honey flowing from a hot spoon”
“His lies were so exquisite I almost wept.”
Source: What is the What
“His lies were the taste of agave syrup and I fell for everyone of them...vulnerable me! I promise myself never to feel this lonely again...never.”
“His life cries for an unknown land of joy;
where sadness lingers between border lines
His discolored steps towards the decoy
misconstrued as the mystery declines
From the poem Sonnet For A Man (Part II)”
Source: To Evince the Blue
“His life had been spent pursuing excellence and amassing a great fortune, but now that it was ending, there was no one he was inclined to share it with.”
Source: One More Life to Live
“His life had gone by without adventures, without passions, almost without hopes. The facility of dreaming, planted in every man, had never blossomed in the narrow bed of his ambitions.”
Source: 88 Short Stories
“His life had truly taken a turn for the worse when he had to sell his saxophone, in order to eat.”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel
“His life has been like a ballpark, hasn't it? All lines, structure, and rules, never changing. But now he's been hit over the wall into unknown territory.”
Source: Unwind
“His life has been lived, so far, within narrow limits and he is quite naïve about most kinds of experience; he fears it and yet is wildly eager for it. To reassure himself, he converts it into epic myth as fast as it happens. He is forever play-acting.”
Source: Where Joy Resides: An Isherwood Reader
“His life is a blueprint for reason. You will never find him engaging in anything unreasonable because for him, things have to be done within reasonable parameters. He is a role model and a reasonable man.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.”
Source: Selected poems
“His life is his prison while his death is limned to him as a prospect of paradoxical resurrection, a promise of miraculous redemption from his vale of tears.”
Source: Black Box
“His life is not a random sequence of events; it is orchestrated by God's lavishness. For him, every sunrise whispers eminence, and every sunset cradles benevolence. His faith is rooted in the Lord's presence. He is a good man, filled with sheer goodness.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“His life oscillates, as everyone's does, not merely between two poles, such as the body and the spirit, the saint and the sinner, but between thousands and thousands.”
Source: Steppenwolf: A Novel
“His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it.”
“His life spells living. Your life or my life, apart from Him, spells death.”
Source: Jesus Among Other Gods: The Absolute Claims of the Christian Message
“His life was a book of his own writing, one orderly page after another.”
Source: The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore: with audio recording
“His life was a constant war with insensate objects that fell apart, or attacked him, or refused to function, or viciously got themselves lost as soon as they entered the sphere of his existence.”
Source: Pnin
“His life was a suicide. He gave up his soul for fear, little by little, until there was nowhere left in the universe but hell.”
Source: The Dante Club
“His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay oneself down to die at the end of every day, without thinking anything of it, was something he had not yet acquired.”
Source: The Confusions of Young Törless
“His life was forever a chess game played on a roulette wheel. He’d had to take precise, informed, ball-dropping gambles to get where he’d been.”
Source: Saving Poughkeepsie
“His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!”
“his life was gently gliding along like a stream that reflects the heaven and fertilizes the fields.”
Source: Penguin Island
“His life was one long extravaganza, like living inside a Faberge egg.”
“His life was so picturesque as to resemble romantic fiction, and his rufous, swaggering, radical, patrician figure haunts the literature of the period. He appears as 'Mr. X' in Conrad's The Informer, Mr. Courtier'' in Galsworthy's The Patrician, and as 'Mr. Graham' in Wells's When the Sleeper Wakes; Professor Norman Sherry saw him in Charles Gould in Nostromo, while Professor Molly Mahoud saw him as Etringham Granger of The Inheritors.”
“His life was two lives now: the life he would have and the life he would forever wonder about.”
“His life would be lonely too until he, too, died, ceased to exist, became a memory - if anyone remembered him.”
Source: Dubliners
“His life, measured in space and time, will take up a mere few lines, which my ignorance will abbreviate further.”
Source: Selected Non-fictions
“His life, though none too long, Was never dull: Of woman, wine and song Bill had his full.”
“His lifetime was less than a fraction of a second in infinity. Or maybe he did not even exist; maybe human beings, the planets, everything in Creation were a dream...an illusion. He smiled with humility when he remembered.”
“His lightest touch brought joy, brought comfort and a sense of belonging.”
Source: Between Earth and Sea: A Selkie Tale
“His limp had been very pronounced that day, and he had been self-conscious, feeling—as he often did—as if he were playing the role of an impoverished governess in a Dickensian drama.”
Source: A Little Life
“His lines had been honed over centuries, passed down through generations, for poor people needed certain lines; the script was always the same, and they had no option but to beg for mercy.”
Source: The Inheritance of Loss
“His lion and hippo legs twitched. I wondered if netherworld monsters dreamed of chasing rabbits.”
Source: The Red Pyramid (The Kane Chronicles Book 1): The Red Pyramid
“His lips are familiar. I know the shape of them, know how to make mine fit against them. His taste is familiar too. For all the illusions and colors and sweet smells... he has always tasted like skin. His breaths are shallow. I'm holding his life against my tongue, between my rows of teeth. He's offering it up.”
Source: Sever
“His lips are soft and crushing at the same time. I’m not sure what to do—is there an algorithm for kissing?”
Source: Jane Unwrapped
“His lips brush mine, and then I'm the one surging forward, meeting his mouth. Or maybe we move together. All I know is that we're kissing as if it's sweetly painful, like we've waited so long it's almost too much to bear. And it's so good. So very good, the feel of his mouth flowing over mine, learning the shape of me as I learn the shape of him.
He makes a noise deep in his throat, a protracted groan, a needy request for more. Liquid heat pours over me, my mouth opening to his. He tilts his head, his tongue sliding in for the first taste, and I slowly break apart beneath him, my mind going hazy, my body on fire. God, I need more. I need everything.
There's no more hesitation. No more careful touches of tongue to tongue, lips softly questing. Just base hunger. Macon kisses me as if he's parched, his jaw wide, tongue thrusting deep, so deep. I arch against him, held down by his chest, his fingers grasping my hair. That small bite of pain drives me frantic, kicks my lust up.
We become hot breaths, nips, licks, small wordless sounds. He's surging against me, hard cock moving over my sex, grinding into the tender swell of my clit. And I wrap my leg around his hips, wanting more. The action shifts our positions, and the thick crown of his cock notches against my opening. It feels so damn good I moan into his mouth, my hips pushing up on him.
He shudders, suckling the plump crest of my bottom lip, and rocks into me--- only the barrier of his sweats and my bikini keeping him from entering. But it's enough. Enough that I feel that fat head pushing and nudging there but leaving me unfilled, empty.
My muscles clench sweetly, wanting relief, needing more. I slide the flat of my tongue against his, whimpering, undulating against him. He groans long and pained, his whole body moving with his stunted thrusts. We're going at it like sweaty teens, dry fucking each other in the sand. And I don't care. I want his clothes off. I want mine gone.”
Source: Dear Enemy
“His lips brushed against mine. Delicately at first, almost testing to see if this was real.”
Source: Trylle: The Complete Trilogy
“His lips brushed my cheek, and I found it hard to concentrate."I lied earlier."
"About what."
His hands slid to my lower back."When I said you looked great? I wasn't completely honest."
That was not what I expected. I turned my head the slightest and then bit back a gasp. Our mouths were centimeters apart and I thought about Brit's certainty that he would kiss me tonight. I forced my tongue to work."You don't think I look great?"
"No,"he said, his expression serious as one hand followed the line of my spine, resting below the edges of my hair. He lowered his head so that his temple pressed against mine.
"You look beautiful tonight."
My breath caught."Thank you.”
Source: Wait for You
“His lips brushed my forehead. “Look at me.” I sighed and opened my eyes. His fingers traced my jawline. “Just be with me. That’s all. I don’t have an agenda or a time frame. If it takes fifty years to break down that wall, I’ll be there.” - Aren from Hunter's Moon”
Source: Hunter's Moon
“His lips brushed over hers. She let out a sigh of relief and joy and pleasure. He pulled her tighter against him, taking her mouth with his own. She melted into him and the kiss, heart pounding, desire sparking along her nerve endings like a string of lit dynamite.”
Source: Rough Rider