H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“His smile reminded her of Bruce, the friendly shark from Finding Nemo- he'd be your friend until he smelled blood; then you better run for your life. Tonight, MJ was the fresh meat.”
Source: Luck, Love & Lemon Pie
“His smile said that she'd given the wrong answer.”
Source: The Poison Eaters and Other Stories
“His smile was bright and sweet and hot enough to melt solid steel. "Is this the part where I kiss you?" "If you like." "Oh," he said, "I like.”
Source: Black Dawn
“His smile was grating her nerves, but she soothed herself with the knowledge that soon it’d be gone. After all, the dead didn’t make facial expressions, irritating ones or otherwise.”
Source: Deadlocked Desires
“His smile was like a Dylan album and a cup of coffee on a sunny afternoon”
Source: Point Pleasant
“His smile was like lightning in the darkness, blinding and beautiful and mysterious, and I wanted him so badly it was physically painful.”
“His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but I'd made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.”
Source: Hush, Hush Parts 1 & 2: includes Hush, Hush and Crescendo
“His smile was so wide he’d have had to break it into sections to fit it through a doorway”
Source: Maniac Magee
“His smile was the nightmare in my back pocket.(Speaking about Ronald Reagan)”
“His smile wavers. I've been looking at him too long. 'Are you OK?' he says.
I nod, take a deep breath.
Then I lean over and kiss him.”
Source: Acid
“His smiles were hard won, but when they came, they were well worth it. They lit up his face like summer sunshine. The rest of the time, and far more frequently, he seemed lost in winter. And when he laughed, he was a different person.”
Source: Miracle
“His smiling face revealed a love too strong to be kept inside, but the feelings obviously rising inside him kept him from looking directly at Kikunojou. He gazed instead at Kikunojou's clear reflection on the water.”
Source: Early Modern Japanese Literature: An Anthology, 1600-1900 (Abridged Edition) (Translations from the Asian Classics
“His smoke eyes lighten as she closes the gap between them, and he slowly seals it wrapping his arms about her.”
Source: My Beloved Tourniquet
“his snores sounded like ducks mating.”
Source: A Game of Thrones 4-Book Bundle: A Song of Ice and Fire Series: A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, and A Feast for Crows
“His snoring, the mild sound of Chewbacca, echoed in the back of her mind.”
Source: Tajrish
“His snowshoe paws are encased in chains as he hops on his hind legs. On his forehead was placed a wreath of thorns, crimson and blasphemous it was.
His eyes were drenched in white, no colors can be discerned whatsoever in the reflection of his pupils, only a harrowing stillness of nothingness can be glimpsed through his gaze.
He was the image of a ghostly figure, his silhouette swirling like the clouds in the loftiest mountains in eternal Paradise; a divine messenger before all animals and humanity.
He wears shimmering chest armor resembling the scorching rays of the sunlight, with a fire crown of thorns burning on his forehead, which embodies the colors of the Earth's horizon, showcasing seventeen stars in its center. He had a voluminous, metallic beard, which was made of arctic sand from the Northern Winter lands - it was wizardly like - something out of a mythical folk tale that comes from a children's novel.
His body glistens like the shattered fragments from the Moon, with his fur appearing like green moss surrounded by waterfalls flowing from each corner on his appearance - evolving into snowflakes, ice, as well as winter storms if you inflict your might at his anguish.
He’s a supernatural being that all the Witches of the globe worshiped. He is greater, more superior, more virtuous than all deities people pray to on Earth. He’s the lunar father of all the Heavens and Earth, the All-father of all Animals and Mankind.
When you see the Hare flying in the skies of the Universe, He’s bestowing the blessings of Sprout, Summer, Autumn, Winter.
As the Hare Lunar King steps on the green grass, the mountains will begin to shake, the oceans will become huge typhoons, earthquakes will rumble across the nations as mankind annihilates each other in the guise of the Hare Lunar Emperor.
However, the hare will grieve for all humankind, for he knows that the Earth is devoid of vengeance, so he must demolish it in preparation to reconstruct it from a pristine foundation. That future is nigh, that soon will arrive - it’s unfolding as I converse.
The Lunar Rabbit King is coming back with his swarm of rabbits - mankind will not evade the menace of long ears - for their King will tell the sinister world with a voice of a thundering lion roar, ‘it is completed! go into the depths of your abysmal eternity, and enslave yourself as the locust of the earth in the fires of tribulation, for you will be tormented from sunrise to sunset, where sunlight is no more; forevermore.”
“His so-fucking-vivid imagination rarely gave him the horrors, but when it did, God help him. God help him once it was warmed up. It was not only warmed up now, it was hot and running on full choke. That there was no sense at all in what he was thinking made not a whit of difference in the dark. In the dark, rationality seemed stupid and logic a dream. In the dark he thought with his skin.”
Source: Misery
“His social life, which should have been expanding, narrowed to a circle that was no larger than his mind, an imagined world in which his friends were phantoms, his lovers mere lumps of unmoving flesh.”
Source: A Father's Story
“His soft lips glide across my jaw. I’m dazzled by his touch, drugged by his promises, falling deeper and deeper into him. Before he reaches my mouth, I catch his hands and roll him off until he’s the one on his back, his wings no longer a hiding place but silky black pools along the ground.
I prop my top half over his so I’m in control. “I can’t think,” I whisper. “You’re making me crazy.”
“Insanity is the most pristine clarity.” He winds a leg around my hips and topples me onto him. “Let the lunacy in. Let it be your guide.” One corner of his mouth lifts to a boyish grin.”
Source: Ensnared
“His soldiers and the country might have been better off if Burnside had been more of a quitter, but that was one defect which he lacked.”
Source: Glory Road
“His Son Jesus, the Word of God, is our Instructor.... He is God and Creator.”
Source: The Instructor
“His son, Joseph, an organic chemist, had once announced that he'd decided early on against forensic toxicology: he could never have so many lives and deaths on his conscience. His father understood him. Because sometimes the dead did walk in Alexander Gettler's sleep, sometimes they rattled in the black chair of Sing Sing, and always, as he admitted in that last vulnerable interview, 'I keep asking myself, have I done everything right?”
Source: The Poisoner's Handbook: Murder and the Birth of Forensic Medicine in Jazz Age New York
“His songs were soon curled on the lips of the world, they had earned him the highest acclaim. And yet his greatest desire was the simple warmth of love's fire, cause it's cold on the dark side of fame.”
“His soul had plummeted into a bottomless, black pit. Regret and sorrow crept into his heart, as he clawed his way back to the light.”
“His soul is in his stories. I once asked him who inspired him to create his characters, and his answer was no one. That all his characters were himself.”
Source: The Shadow Of The Wind
“His soul sat up. It met me.Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say, 'I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go of course, but I will come'.”
Source: The Book Thief
“His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.”
“His soul stood free, a witness and a king.
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Source: Savitri: A Legend and a Symbol
“His soul swayed in a vertigo of moral indecision. He had only to snap the thread of a rash vow made to a villainous society, and all his life could be as open and sunny as the square beneath him. He had, on the other other hand, only to keep his antiquated honour, and be delivered inch by inch into the power of this great enemy of mankind, whose very intellect was a torture-chamber. Whenever he looked down into the square he saw the comfortable policeman, a pillar of common sense and common order. Whenever he looked back at the breakfast-table he saw the President still quietly studying him with big, unbearable eyes.”
Source: The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare
“His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”
“His soul was anchored in evil, existing only in hell, leaving no outlet for compassion to subside. He was how the term brutal became prevalent”
“His soul was bigger than a body's ought to be.”
“His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle.”
“His specialty was interrogation. Imagine it, gentlemen. Being strapped to a table so that you are entirely at the mercy of a monster such as this. A person who delights in your pain. A person to whom your screams are more delicious than a lover's whisper. A creature who knows how to keep you alive while he skillfully and meticulously deconstructs those things that define you as human?”
“His speech failed to rouse an enthusiastic cheer, but no one dared contradict him.”
Source: Skybreaker
“His speech is a burning fire.”
Source: Selections from Swinburne
“His spells portrayed the spirit as a frail thing, contstantly under attack and in need of stength, always threatening to die inside you. Inman found this notion dismal indeed, since he had been taught by sermon and hymn to hold as truth that the soul of man never dies.”
Source: Cold Mountain
“His spirit chaunged house and wente ther,
As I cam nevere, I kan nat tellen wher.”
“His Spirit speaks with promptings that are not audible—often they are much louder than that—always in perfect harmony with the Scriptures and always resounding with perfect wisdom.”
Source: Crash the Chatterbox: Hearing God's Voice Above All Others
“His stance, with hands tucked into blue jeans, held nothing casual about it. More than powerful, he seemed menacing, even. He turned to her with an arched brow, like a being from Olympus, curious about a mere mortal’s next move. Currents of fear sped up and down her spine, futilely searching for a place to cower.”
Source: The Watchmaker's Doctor
“His standards are very high, yet he is very kind. He is unwavering when it comes to walking in the light—a sensible man who has a firm grasp on what is significant in life.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“His star will forever shine.”
“His stare, combined with his voice being so low, was doing funny things to my heartbeat.”
Source: The One
“His stare shifted back over to Qhuinn. The guy's huge body was arching into the human woman, his broad shoulders and his tight hips and his long, powerful legs guaranteeing her one hell of a ride. He was amazing at sex.
Not that Blay would know firsthand. He'd seen it and he'd heard it...and he'd imagined what it would be like. But when the opportunity had arisen, he'd been relegated to a small, special class: denied. Actually, it was more of a category than a class...because he was the only one who Qhuinn would not have sex with.”
Source: Lover Mine
“His statement to himself should have been, 'I possess this now, therefore I am happy', instead of what it so Victorianly was: "I cannot possess this for ever, and therefore am sad."”
“His statue served as a lesson and was inscribed: the heart of stone make the body of stone. Forever. (Sa statue servit de leçon et fut inscrit : le cœur de pierre fait le corps de pierre. Pour toujours.)”
Source: Les Contes de la nuit
“His steady gaze held hers. His blue eyes were very dark, uniquely so. She had known people before with blue eyes, but they had always been light blue. Will's were the color of the sky just on the edge of night.”
Source: Clockwork Angel
“His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise.”
“His steel cut through the solid armor like scissors to paper, breaking the rules of rock beating scissors.”
Source: The Cycle of Eden: The Young Revolution
“His steely stare turned her knees to jelly, exposing her feigned bravado.”
Source: Westwind Secrets