H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“His walls were gone. Left somewhere back at the airport where he’d had to tear through them to chase me down. Because that’s what he’d done. Worked through his own fears to meet me halfway—the way I’d always dreamed a partner would.”
Source: Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions
“His (Walt Disney's) favorite song, 'Feed the Birds' from Mary Poppins. The lyrics give insight into Walt's benevolence--his belief that small kindnesses go a long way. Disney Legend and lyricist Robert Sherman once explained the sentiment: ' Doing just a little extra and going just a little bit out of your way to make someone feel special. Sometimes it makes all the difference in the world to a person.'
Come feed the little birds, show them you care
And you'll be glad if you do
Their young ones are hungry, their nest are so
bare
All it takes is tuppence from you....
When the song was finished, Walt would say under his breath, as an aside to himself, 'Yup, That's what it's all about.'
Robert overheard that whisper and concluded, 'I do think this song summed him up. He was a simple man---a simple, wonderful man who understood that the greatest gift life bestows upon a person is the chance to share with others.”
Source: Eat Like Walt: The Wonderful World of Disney Food
“His wardrobe was extensive-very extensive-not strictly classical perhaps, not quite new, nor did it contain any one garment made precisely after the fashion of any age or time, but everything was more or less spangled; and what can be prettier than spangles!”
Source: Charles Dickens: The Complete Christmas Novels & Tales (Illustrated): 30 Classics in One Volume: A Christmas Carol, The Battle of Life, The Chimes, Oliver Twist, Tom Tiddler's Ground, The Holly-Tree, Doctor Marigold, The Pickwick Papers, Great Expectations and more
“His warm breath hit my neck, and my toes curled. “That may be true,” he murmured, “but I’m pretty sure there’s a wolf inside you, too. Here, let me help you find it.”
I turned, falling into his arms, his lips meeting mine, both of us hungry.
At least one thing would go right today.”
Source: Freed
“His warm breath, smelling of clean spice, stroked her cheek and ear. A thrilling shiver coursed over her, the wound on her arm only a minor sting. Then his lips—those full, sensuous lips—grazed her jaw and the soft spot behind her ear, the hairs of his beard brushing her sensitive skin. Her shivers locked her muscles tight. A bolt of tantalizing heat shot down her center.
He leveraged closer, all that warrior brawn pressing hard against her side, linen rasping over skin, an exquisite feeling.
Yes. This.”
Source: Must Love Chainmail
“His warm hand gripped mine and squeezed. "I'm not goin' anywhere, darlin'.”
Source: Bones
“His warmth enveloped me. I was caught in him, absolutely ensnared by all that he was. I shivered as his words –his heated breath- brushed down along my spine. They invoked a frisson of awareness in me that built my need for him, my desire. Though there was still the rational part of me screaming that what I desired was so possibly wrong, I couldn’t resist him.”
Source: Hold My Hand
“His warmth was all around me, as was his love, and again, I felt that completeness. I had that missing piece of my word back. The soul that complemented mine. My match. My equal. Not only that, I had my life back -my own life. I would protect Lissa, I would serve, but I was finally my own person.”
“His warmth was her sweet obsession. His smile was her sunshine; his kisses became her addiction.”
Source: The Illusions of Hope
“His was a great sin who first invented consciousness. Let us lose it for a few hours.”
Source: The Diamond as Big as the Ritz (Unabridged): A Tale of the Jazz Age by the author of The Great Gatsby, The Side of Paradise, Tender Is the Night, The Beautiful and Damned, The Love of the Last Tycoon and The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
“his was a profession in which a good leader constantly had to adapt to new weapons, whether he liked them or not,”
Source: The Powers That Be
“His was a quiet but persistent charisma.”
“His was a slow leaving. He had resisted it. In his letter were parts I had never seen of the smiling, quiet man who had made spaghetti or folded dumplings, who had danced giddy with me in stacked shoes at holiday parties. They were parts left in Taiwan, pieces he shared with no one, things he had lost in China. They belonged to those places, and the person he had been when all of him was there.”
Source: Two Trees Make a Forest: Travels Among Taiwan's Mountains & Coasts in Search of My Family's Past
“His was an impenetrable darkness. I looked at him as you peer down at a man who is lying at the bottom of a precipice where the sun never shines.”
Source: Heart of Darkness
“His was not a lazy trustfulness that hoped, and did no more.”
Source: David Copperfield
“His was not a small mind bothered by logic and consistency.”
Source: Stranger in a Strange Land
“His was not the hatred that arises suddenly like a storm and as suddenly abates. It was, once the initial shock of anger and pain was over, a calculated thing that grew in a bloodless way.”
Source: The Gormenghast Novels
“His was the beauty of the night—dark moons and dark deeds. His was the beauty of the forest—hiding teeth and hiding monsters. His was the beauty of black ice—slick and thin and masking death.”
Source: A Feather So Black
“His was the definition that stayed with me.”
Source: Shantaram
“His was the disease we couldn’t cure. His was the good-bye that meant the most”
Source: Shiver Series (Shiver, Linger, Forever, Sinner)
“His was the gaze of a high-end predator, throwing it's prey a seductive look, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.”
Source: Protecting His Witch
“His was the sceptical boredom of a whole generation, no longer the romantic ennui of a Werther or a Rene lamenting the passing of old beliefs, but the boredom of the new doubting heroes, the young chemists who angrily proclaim the world intolerable because they have not immediately found life at the bottom of their test tubes.”
Source: The Bright Side of Life
“His was the strong soul, gentle, but tempered with fire, fervent, heroic and good, the helper and friend of mankind. It is such as he who make progress possible.”
Source: Doctor William Crawford Gorgas Of Alabama And The Panama Canal
“His wax-white skin was cool to the touch when she brushed his neck to find the knot of cloth. She'd never been this close to a vampire,never realized what it would be like to be so near to someone who didn't breathe, who could be as still as any statue. His chest neither rose not fell. Her hands shook.”
Source: The Coldest Girl in Coldtown
“His way had therefore come full circle, or rather had taken the form of an ellipse or a spiral, following as ever no straight unbroken line, for the rectilinear belongs only to Geometry and not to Nature and Life.”
“His way isn't the same as mine, nor mine as his. But we're both in search of our destinies, and I respect him for that.”
“His way was like other people's; he mounted no high horse; he was just
a man and a citizen. He indulged in no Socratic irony. But his
discourse was full of Attic grace; those who heard it went away neither
disgusted by servility, nor repelled by ill-tempered censure, but on
the contrary lifted out of themselves by charity, and encouraged to
more orderly, contented, hopeful lives.”
“His ways of doing things are impressive. He resonates with the frequencies of the Holy Spirit. He moves in harmony with the whispers of the Trinity. Through words or actions, he crafts beauty. What a sensible man he is. A righteous maverick.”
Source: A Man of Valour: Idioms and Epigrams
“His ways were a refuge from falsity.”
Source: Parzival
“His weakness was his belief that evil had boundaries.”
“His weary life gave him a crown of thorns, for he must abide its strangeness through the heavy hours, as of fear and dismay—a nip of bitter-sour ache,gives him a secret revival, by the lute he has!”
Source: Venus and Crepuscule
“His wedding gift, clasped round my throat. A choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat.”
Source: Burning your boats: the collected short stories
“His weight lifted, and his hand reached between her thighs, stroking and opening her. She felt a nudge, an adjustment as he aligned himself, then steady pressure at her entrance. He was so hard, his flesh like steel, but he was gentle and controlled, taking his time. She gasped as her muscles gave way and the broad tip pushed inside, stretching her, keeping her open. He held still, his hands stroking her hips and bottom.
All her nerves tingled and sparked in anticipation, knowing how good it was going to be. She pressed back against him, and he sheathed himself in a slow, wet plunge, all the way inside, deeper than she'd ever been filled before. He went in at just the right angle, pressing where she most wanted. Her body gripped him, or tried to, except the invasion was so thick, her muscles only fluttered and throbbed instead of clenching down. She felt almost as if she were at the brink of release. And to her astonishment... she was. She was about to tip over into a sea of mind-dissolving pleasure.
"Wait," she heard Keir say through the clamor of her heartbeat. His hands were on her hips, keeping her close and tight. For some reason it aroused her intolerably, knowing he was trying to stop her from climaxing. She tried to drive herself back on the hard shaft inside her, unable to get enough of its even though she was stretched to the limit. Raising up on her forearms, she writhed and pushed desperately against him.
Keir's husky laugh caressed her ears as he leaned over her. He held her hips snugly against his, allowing only a sense of motion, a subtle grinding that wasn't nearly enough. Very gently, he closed his teeth on the side of her neck and soothed it with his tongue. "Tell me how good it feels," he whispered.
Merritt fought for the breath to reply. "It feels too good. I want to come... I want to spend... oh, please, Keir..."
"Spend," he repeated, and smiled against her shoulder. "I like that word for it." He withdrew just an inch, and rolled his hips upward. "Aye, I want your pleasure. Spend it all on me."
She sobbed and squirmed, able to feel the motion of him deep in her belly, but it wasn't enough. "Harder. Please."
The rhythmic drives grew longer, more aggressive. "No one else could ever feel this good to me," he said. "No other woman in the world. Only you." He reached beneath her to cup the round weights of her breasts, and began to pinch and tug at her nipples. Not sharply but not softly, the little flashes of discomfort somehow magnifying her pleasure. His hand slid down her front and between her thighs, finding the taut peak of her sex. The gently massaging fingers, the steady pumping, set off an explosion of pleasure that spread to every part of her body and kept unfolding and renewing itself. The release was so powerful, it left her dazed and too weak to move. She was only vaguely aware of Keir's climax, the quiet growl he pressed against her skin, the rough shudders that ran though him.”
Source: Devil in Disguise
“His were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.”
Source: Silence
“His wet white face and miserable eyesBrought nurses to him more than groans and sighs:But hoarse and low and rapid rose and fellHis troubled voice: he did the business well.(First verse of Died of Wounds)”
“His whisper was the softest sound I ever knew, which seemed to bring the loudest heartbeat.”
“His white boots were on fire against Arsenal, and he'll be looking for them to reproduce tonight.”
“His whole aspect was that of a man who has unexpectedly been struck by lightning.”
“His whole being radiates a pure, wild sweetness, flitting through night woods with little melodious cries, on some cryptic errand. There is also an aura of doom and sadness about this trusting little creature. He has been abandoned many times over the centuries, left to die in cold city alleys, in hot noon vacant lots, pottery shards, nettles, crumbled mud walls. Many times he has cried for help in vain.”
“His whole body shakes with the strain as he tries to lift something he knows he can't lift, something everybody knows he can't lift. But, for just a second, when we hear the cement grind at our feet, we think, by golly, he might do it.”
Source: One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
“His whole body was completely still, except the wings, which were still fluttering a little, like when someone dies. That's when he finally understood that of all the things the angel had told him, nothing was true. That he wasn't even an angel, just a liar with wings.”
Source: The Bus Driver Who Wanted to Be God & Other Stories
“His whole effort, therefore, will be to get the man’s mind off the subject of his own value altogether. He would rather the man thought himself a great architect or a great poet and then forgot about it, than that he should spend much time and pains trying to think himself a bad one. Your efforts to instil either vain glory or false modesty into the patient will therefore be met from the Enemy’s side with the obvious reminder that a man is not usually called upon to have an opinion of his own talents at all, since he can very well go on improving them to the best of his ability without deciding on his own precise niche in the temple of Fame...The Enemy will also try to render real in the patient’s mind...the doctrine that they did not create themselves, that their talents were given them, and that they might as well be proud of the colour of their hair...Even of his sins the Enemy does not want him to think too much: once they are repented, the sooner the man turns his attention outward, the better the Enemy is pleased”
Source: The Screwtape Letters
“His whole face lit up. When Lucas was happy, he glowed.”
Source: Timeless
“His whole future seemed suddenly to be unrolled before him; and passing down its endless emptiness he saw the dwindling figure of a man to whom nothing was ever to happen.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Edith Wharton (Illustrated)
“His whole life had been built around exerting control over himself, over the mask he showed the world, and now it was cracking.”
Source: Queen of Air and Darkness
“His whole life has been a war, that does something to your head, I think. It's done something to my head.”
Source: Five Survive
“His whole life was a sham, a fairy tale. The truth hidden behind a wall of lies, each lie another brick in the wall until he probably couldn't see the truth anymore.”
Source: The Kult
“His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Victor Hugo (Illustrated)
“His whole mind and body seemed to be afflicted with an unbearable sensitivity, a sort of transparency, which made every movement, every sound, every contact, every word that he had to speak or listen to, an agony. Even in sleep he could not altogether escape form her image.”
Source: Animal Farm and 1984
“His whole personality was like an elaborate joke that he never stopped telling.”
Source: The Magicians Trilogy