H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“His problem, is that the other side of Lindsey Graham is that he's known as sort of, I don't know, a moderate, an accommodationist.”
“His progress through life was hampered by his tremendous sense of his own ignorance, a disability which affects all too few.”
Source: Maskerade: (Discworld Novel 18)
“His promises are His pledges.”
“His Pronouncement is Your Announcement -I will make thy name great”
Source: Divine Separations
“His prospects had gone from soaring to plummeting and there was nothing I could do for him to fix the hole that had torn in who he was.”
Source: Initiate
“His proximity, that damn smile, just makes me hot in all the right places, but also pissed as hell. I don’t know if I should knee him in the balls or hump his leg like a bitch in heat.”
Source: South Row
“His pulse quickened at the thought of accompanying Tiana to a ball, seeing her all dolled up in a beautiful gown. He could see her now!
Actually, he could see it.
Naveen squinted in confusion.
Had he seen her in a ball gown already?”
Source: Almost There
“His pulse started acting up again, beating both faster and slower at the same time, as if it were excited to feel calm. He had no idea why he felt this way with his butler, but he couldn't control it.”
Source: Solo Un Sirviente Más
“His pulses were beating too fast, not in fear but in desperate hope.”
Source: The Expendable Man
“His punishment was to continue on and to try desperately to avert the inevitable, while the voice in his head sang like the chorus of an ancient tragedy, predicting ruin.
Perhaps it was no more than he deserved.”
Source: Paladin's Faith
“His puppyhood was a period of foolish rebellion. He was always worsted, but he fought back because it was his nature to fight back. And he was unconquerable.”
“His purity was too great, his aspiration too high for this poor, miserable world! His great soul is now only enjoying that for which it was worthy!”
“His purpose is simply to draw us closer to Himself in conscious communion with Him.”
Source: Knowing God
“His purpose stands! His hands are outstretched to all nations. To every people, every kindred, every tribe, and every tongue He says, 'Come!”
Source: Sweeter Than Honey: A 365-Day Devotional Journey
“His purpose transcends personal advancement. Every endeavour and every labour are an offering to the Creator of the Heavens and the Earth.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“His purpose was to get done what needed to be done, and what needed to be done was simple, if not easy.”
Source: Lonesome Dove
“His quest was a wolf, and it starved. - Gansey”
Source: The Raven King
“His question is pretty dangerous for me to try to answer, so I don’t—it continues to hang out there like the stained underwear at a slumber party that goes unclaimed.”
Source: The Day Zombies Ruined My Perfectly Boring Life
“His quiet certainty made the ground beneath my feet feel solid. Like someday everything might actually be okay.”
Source: The Travis Family Series, Books 1-3: Blue-Eyed Devil, Smooth Taking Stranger and Sugar Daddy
“His rage fed my reckless euphoria. He couldn't stand having his authority challenged, and that made him easy to manipulate.
I was in chains, but he was losing control.”
Source: Menagerie
“His rage passes description - the sort of rage that is only seen when rich folk that have more than they can enjoy suddenly lose something that they have long had but have never before used or wanted.”
Source: The Hobbit: The Enchanting Prelude to The Lord of the Rings
“His ragù begins the same way all ragù begin: with finely diced onion, carrot, and celery sautéed in olive oil, the sacred soffritto. "It's important to really caramelize the vegetables. That's where the flavor comes from."
Later come two pounds of coarsely ground beef ("from the neck or shoulder- something with fat and flavor") and a pound of ground pork butt, browned separately from the vegetables and deglazed with a cup of white wine (pignoletto, of course). Peeled tomatoes, tomato paste, bay leaves, and three hours of simmering over a low flame. Seasoning? "Salt. Never pepper.”
Source: Pasta, Pane, Vino: Deep Travels Through Italy's Food Culture
“His rake's smile returning, Vane stood and strolled toward her. "Speaking of performance, would you like me to carry you to lunch?"
She wouldn't- narrowing her eyes at him, Patience would have given half her fortune to avoid the sensation of being scooped so easily into his arms, and carried away so effortlessly. His touch was unnerving, distracting; it made her think of things she really should not. And as for the sensation of being helpless in his arms, trapped, at his mercy, a pawn to his whim- that was even worse.
Unfortunately, she had no choice. Cooly, inwardly girding her loins, she inclined her head. "If you would."
He grinned- and did.”
Source: A Rake's Vow
“His rapier was at his belt, glittering as he swung. He reached down, ripped the sword clear.
I jumped over a slashing frond of plasm, spun round with the water bottle in my hand. I hurled it across to Lockwood.
George threw his rapier to me.
Watch this now. Sword and bottle, sailing through the air, twin trajectories, arching beautifully through the mass of swirling tendrils towards Lockwood and me. Lockwood held out his hand. I held out mine.
Remember I said there was that moment of sweet precision when we gelled perfectly as a team?
Yeah, well. This wasn't it.
The rapier shot past, missing me by miles. It skidded halfway across the floor. The bottle struck Lockwood plumb in the centre of his forehead, knocking him through the window.
There was a moment's pause.
'Is he dead?' the skulls voice said 'Yay! Oh. No, he's hanging onto the shutters. Shame. Still, this is defiantly the funniest thing I've ever seen. You three really are incompetence on a stick”
Source: The Hollow Boy
“His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,
For violent fires soon burn out themselves;”
“His raven's-wing hair falls over one eye. 'So, are we at war?'
For a moment, I think he is talking about us. 'No,' I say. 'At least not until the next full moon.'
'You can't fight the sea,' Locke says philosophically.
Cardan gives a little laugh. 'You can fight anything. Winning, though, that's something else again.”
Source: The Wicked King
“His razor flashed once, briefly, and the zealot cried out in agony as he was instantly and expertly circumsized.
"You can go now," said Razor Eddie, and the zealot ran, howling all the way down the Street. And everyone who'd been watching went about their business again.
"Well," I said, trying to keep it light. "At least he's not a complete prick anymore.”
“His reaction looked very much like anger, with threatening gestures, raised voice, and a purple face. But his anger was triggered by apprehension and was mixed with hope that some good discipline might keep me from being so stupid again. It sure did! My point here is that every display of emotion needs to be judged in a wider context. A single label rarely suffices. To call my father's state "angry" fails to do it justice without also mentioning love and worry.”
Source: Mama's Last Hug: Animal Emotions and What They Tell Us about Ourselves
“His readiness to undergo persecutions for his beliefs, the high moral character of the men who believed in him and looked up to him as leader, and the greatness of his ultimate achievement - all argue his fundamental integrity. To suppose Muhammad an impostor raises more problems than it solves. Moreover, none of the great figures of history is so poorly appreciated in the West as Muhammad.”
“His reality was turned into dust the day it collided with her universe. For the first time, he wanted to get lost forever in a place that felt like a fairy tale where only she and he existed. And he never wanted to find his way back to reality anymore.”
Source: The Abandoned Paradise: Unraveling the beauty of untouched thoughts and dreams
“His reason for coming strengthened his resolve, and without further delay, his words spilled out. "Mr. Bennet, I request a private audience with Miss Bennet."
The room was thick with silence. Elizabeth blinked several times, trying to convince herself she had heard him correctly. The heaviness that had settled over her heart lifted, and her mouth turned up into a small smile. Before her father could respond to Mr. Darcy's request, they heard her mother blurt, "Good Lord! It is about time!”
Source: Bluebells in the Mourning
“His red hair gleamed in the faint firelight a moment later as he shoved through the flaps and swore. 'Maybe I should sleep out there.'
I rolled my eyes. 'Please.'
A wary, considering glance as he knelt and removed his boots. 'You know Tamlin can be... sensitive about things.'
'He can also be a pain in my ass,' I snapped, and slithered under the blankets. 'If you yield to him on every bit of paranoia and territorialism, you'll just make it worse.'
Lucien unbuttoned his jacket but remained mostly dressed as he slid onto his sleeping roll. 'I think it's made worse because you two haven't... I mean, you haven't, right?'
I stiffened, tugging the blanket tighter onto my shoulders. 'No. I don't want to be touched like that- not for a while.'
His silence was heavy- sad. I hated the lie, hated it for how filthy it felt to wield it. 'I'm sorry,' he said. And I wondered what else he was apologising for as I faced him in the darkness of our tent.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“His red hair gleamed in the faint firelight a moment later as he shoved through the flaps and swore. 'Maybe I should sleep out there.'
I rolled my eyes. 'Please.'
A way, considering glance as he knelt and removed his boots. 'You know Tamlin can be... sensitive about things.'
'He can also be a pain in my ass,' I snapped, and slithered under the blankets. 'If you yield to him on every bit of paranoia and territorialism, you'll just make it worse.'
Lucien unbuttoned his jacket but remained mostly dressed as he slid onto his sleeping roll. 'I think it's made worse because you two haven't... I mean, you haven't, right?'
I stiffened, tugging the blanket tighter onto my shoulders. 'No. I don't want to be touched like that- not for a while.'
His silence was heavy- sad. I hated the lie, hated it for how filthy it felt to wield it. 'I'm sorry,' he said. And I wondered what else he was apologising for as I faced him in the darkness of our tent.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“His red hair was buzz cut, and he wore his ill-fitting suit like something that he planned to rip his way out of when he turned into the Hulk.”
Source: Fool Moon
“His red hair was tied back, and there wasn't a hint of finery on him, just armoured leather, swords, knives... His metal eye roamed over me, his golden skin pale. 'We've been hunting you for over two months,' he breathed, now scanning the woods, the stream, the sky.
Rhys. Cauldron save me. Rhys was too far back, and-
'How did you find me?' My steady, cold voice wasn't one I recognised. But- hunting for me. As if I were indeed prey.
If Tamlin was here... My blood went icier than the freezing rain now sluicing down my face, into my clothes.
'Someone tipped us off you'd been out here, but it was luck that we caught your scent on the wind, and-' Lucien took a step toward me.
I stepped back. Only three feet between me and the stream.
Lucien's eye widened slightly. 'We need to get out of here. Tamlin's been- he hasn't been himself. I'll take you right to-'
'No,' I breathed.
The word rasped through the rain, the stream, the pine forest.
The four sentinels glanced between each other, then to the arrow I kept aimed.
Lucien took me in again.
And I could see what he was gleaming: the Illyrian fighting leathers. The colour and fullness that had returned to my face, my body.
And the silent steel of my eyes.
'Feyre,' he said,' holding out a hand. 'Let's go home.'
I didn't move. 'That stopped being my home the day you let him lock me up inside of it.'
Lucien's mouth tightened. 'It was a mistake. We all made mistakes. He's sorry- more sorry than you realise. So am I.' He stepped toward me, and I backed up another few inches.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“His refined taste for Medieval, Renaissance, and Baroque artifacts and artwork, which included the modern ones he inherited from Paolo Santanello, not only satiated his weary eyes, but also uplifted his very heart and soul.”
Source: The Arnolfini Art Mysteries
“His regime has had high-level contacts with al Qaeda going back a decade and has provided training to al Qaeda terrorists.”
“His religion at best is an anxious wish,-like that of Rabelais, a great Perhaps.”
“His reluctance to accept women students stemmed from his constant worry with a Russian student lest her rather exotic hairstyle result in its catching fir on the Bunsen burner.”
“His remaining golden eye now stared at the snow-heavy sky, and for a moment, I wished I had it in me to feel remorse for the dead thing.
But this was the forest and it was winter.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“His remark brought me back to the world. My consciousness soared somewhere I didn’t recognize. I didn’t have any real thoughts and my body felt not all there and... he brought me back to the world.”
Source: Counting Stars
“His remorse was purely physical. Only his body, strained nerves, and cowering flesh were afraid of the drowned man. Conscience played no part in his terrors, and he had not the slightest regret about killing Camille; in his moments of calm, when the spectre was not present, he would have committed the murder over again had he thought his interests required it.”
Source: Thérèse Raquin
“His reply is anguished. Honest. “I love you.”
Source: Lola and the Boy Next Door
“His reply offers infinite solace in a single word. Always.”
Source: Killbox
“His reply was, (as well as I can remember,) that Demby had become unmanageable. He was setting a dangerous example to the other slaves,--one which, if suffered to pass without some such demonstration on his part, would finally lead to the total subversion of all rule and order upon the plantation. He argued that if one slave refused to be corrected, and escaped with his life, the other slaves would soon copy the example; the result of which would be, the freedom of the slaves, and the enslavement of the whites.”
Source: Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass
“His reputation preceded him before he got here.”
“His request to those listening was to start every day knowing that each minute lost is one that they will never get back and use that thought to drive them forward. This is what resonates most with this writer about our beloved Sheikh Mohammed Bin Rashid, he is a force of positive energy that the world is in dire need of. Therefore, when people ponder about what it is that makes the government of the United Arab Emirates different one can safely reach the conclusion that, Mohammed Bin Rashid is the difference.”
“His resentment toward me has gone, at least, although I'm not sure what he's replaced it with. His jaw is tight as he looks across at me with those strange eyes. "She was just scaring him, right? She wouldn't actually have cut it off?"
I almost laugh. That he could have married her married her! and be so oblivious. Are all marriages like this? Is it in fact a neces sary attribute in order for a marriage to survive: some kind of willing suspension of critical thought, so that the person you see before you is the person you WANT to see?”
Source: How to Kill Your Best Friend
“His resolve is not to seem the bravest, but to be.”
Source: Suppliant maidens
“His response is more than sensible. It reflects his understanding that evens unfold as a refelction of precise karmic order and that a benevolent response in all circumstances will be the most healing one. I think he is so universally admired becuase he exemplifies by his behavior the truth that the essence of natural mind, unclouded by greed or anger or delusion, is that of peace.”