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“Hubiese querido llevar luto esos meses, pero el luto ya no se lleva. Vestirme de un color distintivo, de amarillo canario, de naranja butano, de un tono deslumbrante que me marcase de lejos, que la gente dijese a mi paso: ¡cuidado! ahí viene una sufriente, ahí viene alguien que ha perdido un cachito de sí. Y que se hicieron para mí una alfombra de silencio solemne, una quietud compasiva. Hubiese querido llevar una letra escarlata que dijese al mundo que debía parar... porque a mí el mundo se me había parado.”

“Hubo una explosión roja frente a mí; de pronto no conseguía respirar con suficiente rapidez, no podía pensar por encima del rugido que me atroanaba la cabeza. En un instante estaba mirando fijamente, en el siguiente, tenía un zapato en la mano. Se lo tiré con todas mis fuerzas. Todas mis fuerzas eran fuerzas considerables, fuerzas de inmortal. Apenas vi la sandalia de seda cuando voló atravesando el aire, rápida como una estrella fugaz, tan rápida que ni un alto lord hubiera podido detectarla... Lo golpeó directamente en la cabeza. Rhys se volvió, tenía una mano en la parte posterior de la cabeza, los ojos muy abiertos. Yo ya tenía el otro zapato en la mano. Los labios de Rhys se despegaron de sus dientes. —A ver si te atreves. —Genio... Debia de tener un día para dejar traslucir así su genio. –Capítulo 5, pág. 56”

“Hubris. Blindness. Shame. These are the minions of darkness. Lesser agents to anger, fear and hate. But agents all the same. He has allowed them to enter his thoughts but has refused to face them. To face his greatest failure. But for a Jedi, failure is the greatest teacher. Forgiveness is the path to strength. Understanding is the path to peace. And in that peace… is the power to move mountains.”

“Hubris you say, brother? Please, tell us the nature of the prince's actions against you. Let everyone know exactly how Prince Styxx offended you." Bethany Disguised as Athena "He has held himself up as a god. His arrogance and pride are an affront to us all." Apollo "Held himself up as a god? Pray tell, when was this? .... Ah, yes, I remember... It was when he dared to slay your Atlantean grandson during battle. Is that not right, brother? I'm sure, like me, you remember that day well. The Atlanteans, led to our shores by your own blood kin, were slaughtering hundreds of Greeks until the beach sands turned red from good Greek blood. The onslaught was so fierce that entire veteran regiments fled from the Atlanteans and cowered. Even the brave, noble Dorians pulled back in fear. But not Prince Styxx. He rode in like a lion and jumped from his horse to save the life of a young shield-bearer who was about to be killed by one of the Atlantean giants." Bethany/Athena Bethany swept her gaze around the people there, who were completely silent now. "And with reckless disregard for his own life and limb, this prince picked the boy up and put him on the back of his royal steed and told him to ride to safety. He spent the rest of the day fighting on foot. Not as a prince or a god, but as a mere, heroic Greek soldier." She turned back to Apollo. "His actions so enraged the Atlantean gods that they turned all of their animosity toward him. And still Prince Styxx fought on for his people, wounded, bloody, and tired. He never backed off or backed down. Not even when your own grandson almost buried his axe through the prince's skull. He hit Styxx's hoplon so hard, it splintered a portion of it off. And as Xan held the prince down, the prince, who was barely more than a child, managed to stab him through the ribs. But now that I think about it, you don't remember that day, do you, Apollo? You weren't even there when it was fought, but later that very night-”

“Hubungan orangtua dan anak bukan datang semata-mata karena hubungan darah, tapi datang dari kesediaan dan kesadaran kita untuk membayar hutang kehidupan yang Tuhan berikan. Kata Gibran, anak kita bukanlah milik kita, mereka tidak berhutang apapun kepada kita, tapi berhutang kepada masa depan mereka masing-masing. Jadi jangan mengeksploitasi anak karena alasan mereka berhutang hidup sehingga boleh dipaksa patuh dan berbakti. Perintah Tuhan untuk berbakti kepada orangtua bukan alat untuk menuntut anak untuk berbakti, tapi tuntutan kepada diri untuk memberikan contoh bakti kepada orangtua sendiri. Anak-anak melihat tauladan, dan di atas semua, mereka bisa memberikan cinta selama mereka mendapatkan cinta.”

“Huck [Finn] and Tom [Sawyer] represent two viable models of the American Character. They exist side by side in every American and every American action. America is, and always has been, undecided about whether it will be the United States of Tom or the United States of Huck. The United States of Tom looks at misery and says: Hey, I didn't do it. It looks at inequity and says: All my life I have busted my butt to get where I am, so don't come crying to me. Tom likes kings, codified nobility, unquestioned privilege. Huck likes people, fair play, spreading the truck around. Whereas Tom knows, Huck wonders. Whereas Huck hopes, Tom presumes. Whereas Huck cares, Tom denies. These two parts of the American Psyche have been at war since the beginning of the nation, and come to think of it, these two parts of the World Psyche have been at war since the beginning of the world, and the hope of the nation and of the world is to embrace the Huck part and send the Tom part back up the river, where it belongs.”

“Hudibras has defined nonsense, as Cowley does wit, by negatives. Nonsense, he says, is that which is neither true nor false. These two great properties of nonsense, which are always essential to it, give it such a peculiar advantage over all other writings, that it is incapable of being either answered or contradicted.”

“Hudson, I keep starting this and stopping again because I can never decide which version of me is supposed to write it. That sounds strange, doesn’t it? Some days it feels as though several different people move through the same hours wearing my face. And none of them agree on what is real or what matters. One of them wakes up early and tries very hard to be normal. She drinks water, opens the curtains, reads things carefully, answers letters like someone who understands consequences. Another version barely leaves the bed. She lies there listening to the house breathe around her, floorboards settling, pipes humming, like the building itself is trying not to disturb her. And then there is the one I don’t like speaking about. She arrives later in the day. She doesn’t feel like she belongs to me at all.”

“Hudson looks at me, waiting for what I was trying to say, but no matter how many times I try, the words won’t come. My chest contracts, and panic knocks my thoughts into disarray faster than a tornado. For years, I was silent by choice. Now, choking and straining and silently screaming, I actually know what it’s like to be silenced.”

“Hues of pale green, on delicate olive branches the soft rustling of somberness along the fields of gold that lay themselves to gentle rest after another long summer. I have nothing to bury under them except my own heart -that is my soul's greatest regret, once my lines begin to fill in autumn, under the velvet gloom of shortening days. The admiration of the Florentine sun had doomed my words to become eventually a remembrance once September falls in October's pale hands. I shall have nothing to grieve for once the winter arrives, coming over the distant hills and laying bare the orchards along his way. I doomed them to become ruins by overthinking, hoping - at least once too often - for change; So, let it be then. I will mourn my mere passion for life in the presence of death - though my art may be eternal.”

“Hug and kiss whoever helped get you - financially, mentally, morally, emotionally - to this day. Parents, mentors, friends, teachers. If you're too uptight to do that, at least do the old handshake thing, but I recommend a hug and a kiss. Don't let the sun go down without saying thank you to someone, and without admitting to yourself that absolutely no one gets this far alone.”

“HUG DAY POEM: Wrap me in your hug.. make me feel happy! Hold me tight and close.. not like a pillow or a teddy!! My heart needs you.. for you touched my soul, believe me things shall go fine. Walk me to my Dreams.. and take me to divine!! My life is yours forever.. O girl, O girl, O.. O.. girl.. you be mine. Let the hearts embrace.. Sugar you be my.. Valentine. Just be mine.. O O.. my Valentine!”