H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“His touch is more intoxicating than any kind and combination of alcohol...”
Source: Beyond forever...in love
“His touch is so gentle and warm it makes me want to cry. It is as if each kiss is intended to soothe the raging storm inside me, and it works. The sadness slowly starts to fade, and in its place is a burning need for him.”
Source: Perfectly Entwined
“His touch warmed my whole body. I was longing to throw my arms around him and hold him close, but the magic of this moment was like a single, lovely strand of cobweb, fragile and delicate. One wrong move and it would snap beyond mending.”
Source: Wildwood Dancing
“His touch was fire and sin, a dangerous game between pleasure and surrender — and I was already losing”
Source: SZEPTY POŻĄDANIA. Romanse dla kobiet: Erotyka, miłość, namiętność i tajemnice w 6 zmysłowych opowieściach o codziennych chwilach, które mogą spotkać także Ciebie
“His touch was like a bard's on his instrument, and it awakened a deep and mysterious music in my body.”
Source: Heir to Sevenwaters
“His transcendent sense of worth had risen and caught up to him. He did not like the world he lived in, and the people in it. He was just as much a victim as he was a culprit of the seven deadly sins.”
Source: The Rise of Shams
“His treasure, don’t you see?” said Entreri. “They, we two, Bregan D’aerthe, Luskan itself—we are all Jarlaxle’s treasure. He’s like a dragon, but he hoards people and power instead of gold and gems.”
Source: Starlight Enclave
“His tremendous struggles caused such a commotion that our position could only be compared to that of men shooting Niagara in a cylinder at night.”
“His tricks had raised the temperature of the room considerably, although I was pretty sure his presence alone had that effect.”
Source: Awakening
“His true Being comes to light and even penetrates his clothing. We should not limit ourselves to Jesus. We have to recognize ourselves, our own true form... Life would be so simple if we could always see what we are; if we could recognize what our neighbors are. If we could see the beams of light that pass through their clothing; if we could not only see their external form, but also experience their true being.”
“His true monument lies not on the shelves of libraries, but in the thoughts of men, and in the history of more than one science.
{Gibbs's obituary for scientist Rudolf Clausius}”
“His true nature, leopard, knight, and prince…
“Just as you see the Wyr in me, I see the Djinn in you.”
Source: Moonshadow
“His trust was a part of him, as much as his hands or his miraculous feet. And despite my hurt, I would not wish to see it gone, to see him as uneasy and fearful as the rest of us, for any price.”
Source: The Song of Achilles
“His tunic was unbuttoned at the top, and he ran a hand through his blue-black hair before he wordlessly slumped against the wall across from me and slid to the floor.
'What do you want?' I demanded.
'A moment of peace and quiet,' he snapped, rubbing his temples.
I paused. 'From what?'
He massaged his pale skin, making the corners of his eyes go up and down, out and in. He sighed. 'From this mess.'
I sat up farther on my pallet of hay. I'd never seen him so candid.
'That damned bitch is running me ragged,' he went on and dropped his hands from his temples to lean his head against the wall. 'You hate me. Imagine how you'd feel if I made you serve in my bedroom. I'm High Lord of the Night Court- not her harlot.'
So the slurs were true. And I could imagine very easily how much I would hate him- what it would do to me- to be enslaved to someone like that. 'Why are you telling me this?'
The swagger and nastiness were gone. 'Because I'm tired and lonely, and you're the only person I can talk to without putting myself at risk.' He let out a low laugh. 'How absurd: a High Lord of Prythian and a -'
'You can leave if you're just going to insult me.'
'But I'm so good at it.' He flashed one of his grins. I glared at him, but he sighed.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“His tunic was unbuttoned at the top, and he ran a hand through his blue-black hair before he wordlessly slumped against the wall across from me and slid to the floor.
"What do you want?" I demanded.
"A moment of peace and quiet," he snapped, rubbing his temples.
I paused. "From what?"
He massaged his pale skin, making the corners of his eyes go up and down, out and in. He sighed. "From this mess."
I sat up farther on my pallet of the hay. I'd never seen him so candid.
"That damned bitch is running me ragged," he went on, and dropped his hands from his temples to lean his head against the wall. "You hate me. Imagine how you'd feel if I made you serve in my bedroom. I'm High Lord of the Night Court - not her harlot."
So the slurs were true. And I could imagine very easily how much I would hate him - what it would do to me - to be enslaved to someone like that. "Why are you telling me this?"
The swagger and nastiness were gone. "Because I'm tired and lonely, and you're the only person I can talk to without putting myself at risk." He let out a low laugh. "How absurd: a High Lord of Prythian and a - "
"You can leave if you're just going to insult me."
"But I'm so good at it". He flashed one of his grins. I glared at him, but he sighted. "One wrong move tomorrow, Freyre, and we're all doomed.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“His two-month search for Charlotte had led him to Hampshire, a place of heather-carpeted hills, ancient hunting forests, and treacherous valley bogs. The western country was prosperous, its twenty market towns abundantly filled with wool, timber, dairy products, honey, and bacon. Among the Hampshire's renowned estates, Stony Cross Park was considered to be the finest. The manor house and private lake were situated in the fertile Itchen River valley.”
Source: Worth Any Price
“His type was the shy, bookish nerds, which was exactly what he’d been until he joined the Army. He’d been a late bloomer, hitting a second growth spurt after nineteen, when he’d shot up six inches in two years and packed on the muscle that made it possible for him to do his job. But the external changes hadn’t changed who he was inside, and he was still the sci-fi and fantasy loving guy who read scientific journals for fun.”
Source: Tinderbox
“His undeniably impressive resume might as well have said he designed an updated swastika for the modern Neo-Nazi, the way brick walls had been put up around his entire field of work.”
Source: Small Orange Fruit
“His undergraduate years, each time he spoke of them, acquired a limelit, incandescent magic, as if they belonged to another life, a life to which I had no access since it already belonged to the past. Proof of its existence trickled, as it did now, in his ability to mix drinks, or to tell arcane grappas apart, or to speak to all women, or in the mysterious square envelopes addressed to him that arrived at our house from all over the world.
I had never envied him the past, nor felt threatened by it. All these facets of his life had the mysterious character of incidents that had occurred in my father's life long before my birth but which continued to resonate into the present. I didn't envy life before me, nor did I ache to travel back to the time when he had been my age.”
Source: Call Me by Your Name
“His Unique Selling Position was to make the world work for 100% of humanity. .”
“His universal compassion was due less to natural instinct, than to a profound conviction, a sum of thoughts that in the course of living had filtered through to his heart: for in the nature of man, as in rock, there may be channels hollowed by the dropping of water, and these can never be destroyed.”
Source: Les Misérables
“his unwavering confidence - but now, it feels like a brand of indifference”
Source: Heart of the Matter
“His vast room was vacant and dark, cave-like, with him as the only occupant, alone in his chair and staring at the candle's flame on his desk, which seemed to live and breathe. He didn't quite know why, but he felt alone.”
Source: Becoming the Conjurer
“His veins were dark with a vivid belladonna tincture, the essence of jealousy.”
Source: Villette
“His Vengeance is an insatiable engine fueled by burning wrath generating a boundless galactic nightmare”
Source: Lobo/Mask
“His version of 'real' love isn't sufficient for me, I don't think anyone should settle for so little. It wasn't love - not in the true sense. On my part, it was neediness, insecurity, dependence, habit - desperate to feel loved by a man who was often ambivalent towards me.”
“His very chains helped to deceive him about the harshness of his service.”
“His very existence was improbable, inexplicable, and altogether bewildering. He was an insoluble problem. It was inconceivable how he had existed, how he had succeeded in getting so far, how he had managed to remain -- why he did not instantly disappear.”
Source: Heart of Darkness and the Secret Sharer
“His very foot has music in 't As he comes up the stairs.”
Source: The Poems of Mickle, and Smollett
“His vices were the vices of his time and culture, but his virtues transcended the milieu of his life.”
Source: Pastwatch: The Redemption of Christopher Columbus
“His victims were for the most part financial institutions who exact their revenge in courtrooms.”
“His view of life has darkened since Mr. Banerji returned to India. There is some obscurity around this: it is not talked of much. My mother says he was homesick, and hints at a nervous breakdown, but there was more to it than that. “They wouldn’t promote him,” says my father. There’s a lot behind they (not we), and wouldn’t (not didn’t). “He wasn’t properly appreciated.” I think I know what this means. My father’s view of human nature has always been bleak, but scientists were excluded from it, and now they aren’t. He feels betrayed.”
Source: Cat’s Eye
“His view of the world is one that keeps his blood pressure low, sweeping the cholesterol from his relaxed, freeway-sized arteries. Everyone knows he is going to live till age ninety, although the question that goes begging is, “for what?”
Source: Shopgirl
“His view of time, and of change, has become that of most elderly people: he hates change, since for him - for his body - any change is for the worse. And if there is to be change, then he wants it to happen quickly, so it does not use up too much of the time remaining to him.”
“His violence birthed inside my chest, clasping me and
hanging like a rock on my neck, engraving a lifetime of a burning
scar, how would it not? If you grow up in a house witnessing that
your father’s hands have grabbed your mother’s throat more than
her waist.”
“His virtues walked their narrow round,
Nor made a pause, nor left a void;
And sure the Eternal Master found
The single talent well employed.”
Source: The Poetical Works of Samuel Johnson, L.L.D.: With an Account of the Author's Life
“His vision was just outstanding. If you think of him in the same way as Pele then you would come close.”
“His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to him there are a thousand bars, and behind the bars, no world. As he paces in cramped circles, over and over, the movement of his powerful soft strides is like a ritual dance around a center in which a mighty will stands paralyzed. Only at times, the curtain of the pupils lifts, quietly. An image enters in, rushes down through the tense, arrested muscles, plunges into the heart and is gone.”
Source: The best of Rilke: 72 form-true verse translations with facing originals, commentary, and compact biography ; translated by Walter Arndt ; foreword by Cyrus Hamlin
“His vital signs were taken, an electrocardiogram... which revealed occasional ventricular premature contractions. An intern took his history... and then he was promptly... simply... forgotten to death.”
Source: The Hospital
“His voice a deep rasp, he said, "You look like a woman on on a mission."
"I'm always a woman on a mission." Right now, it was to replace the cool touch of the river with something hot. "My mission is you. Inside me. As soon as possible."
Flynn's eyes flared. His lips parted. "Gods, woman, just looking at you makes me hard as a rock."
Jocasta's eyes flicked down. Unfortunately, the part of him in question was hidden beneath the surface. Her eyes flicked back up. "That can only help the quest.”
Source: A Curse of Queens
“His voice as smooth as silk, Grant started into his standard crowd-pleaser: Sinatra’s 'My Kind of Town.”
Source: Bad Behavior
“His voice carried authority the way Ben & Jerry's carries calories.”
Source: The Siege
“His voice catches in his throat, and I know.
I know in that moment that this “little thing” between us isn’t over. It’s just starting.
- Stella Grant”
Source: Five Feet Apart
“His voice caught. I choose you, Gretchen. Every time, I'll choose you.”
Source: Conspiracy of Blood and Smoke
“His voice didn’t sound like that of an evil man. It was soft and calm, the voice of someone you could trust. The voice of a good friend.”
Source: The Curse of Napoleon Hawthorne
“His voice gave out and he made several wavy motions with his hand, indicative of the shape of a woman who would probably be unable to keep her balance.”
Source: Eric
“His voice gentled and his touch became more like a caress. "I love you," he whispered.
"Romeo..."
"I love your glasses, your clumsiness, your wild hair, even the way you snort when you laugh." He smiled. "I love you in spite of yourself, Rim. Can't you love me in spite of myself?"
I couldn't help it, I smiled.
"You do come with a lot of baggage." I sighed. "You're impossibly good-looking, terrible at math, and you like to drink that swill you call beer." I mock shuddered.
He smiled, but I saw the relief in his eyes.
"Me being good-looking is a bad thing?" he teased.
"You have a lot of options," I said seriously. "I'm not the best one."
"No." He agreed. "You're not."
Geez, he could have said it a little nicer.
"You're the only one."
Oh, well, that was much better.
- Romeo & Rimmel”
Source: #Nerd
“His voice grew more remote. She wondered if he was calling from his condominium, where he’d lost his best friend, or from Avalon, where he’d lost himself. “I like you, Billie. You’re a nice person. Good company. But tonight was a mistake.”
She flung an arm over her eyes and swallowed the lump of tears that had lodged in her throat. “Oh? Which part? The part where you introduced me to your family and exposed yourself as coming from a perfectly average, wholesome background? Or the part where you touched me and turned me inside-out while swaying in a hammock in the rich, beautiful woods—one of the most searing sexual experiences of my life? Which part do you regret, Adrian?”
“All of it. I can’t have those things with you. You know what I am.”
“Yes, Adrian, I know what you are. A gentle man. A likable one. Smart. Cultured. Sexy. I know what you are.”
“But the other part—”
“What about the other part? You hide behind the other part.” She yanked the pillow out from beneath her head and winged it across the bedroom, furious suddenly. “Did you call to tell me I’m not going to see you anymore? Because if that’s the case, hurry up and say it. Then hang up and go back to work, and don’t worry one bit about me. I’ve been on my own a long time, and I’m tougher than you think. I won’t cling to any man who’d rather be a-a—” She stumbled, bit back the ugly words rushing to her lips.
“A what?” he countered softly. “A whore? A gigolo? Go ahead and say it, Billie. If you’re going to waste your time caring about me, then you’d better get used to the idea, because I can’t change. I won’t. Not for you or anyone.”
She bit back a sound of pure derision. “How about for you? Think you could walk the straight and narrow for yourself?”
He didn’t reply. He didn’t have to. Billie already knew the answer. “You’re afraid.” She sat up among the sheets as cold realization washed through her. “Afraid to live without women clambering to pay top dollar for you. All that money…it’s a measure of your value, right? It’s your self-esteem. What would happen if you were paid in love instead of cash? Would the world end? My God, Adrian. You’re running scared.”
The half-whispered accusation seemed to permeate his impassivity. “I was fine before you.” His voice came low and furious. Finally, finally. True emotion. “Damn it, Billie. I want my life back.”
“Then hang up and don’t call me again, because I’m not going to pay you for sex, Adrian. What I offer is a worthless currency in your world.”
Source: The Fifth Favor
“His voice had a faint trace of an accent she couldn't place - one that made her pretty sure he was no local kid infected the night before.”
Source: The Coldest Girl in Coldtown
“His voice had this thick, Charleston accent, where every word had more syllables than ever intended, yet each word seemed as if it had been carefully chosen and presented in a way that only a man born and raised in the heart of the South could–distinguished and from a different time.”
Source: Butterfly Weeds