H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Hammer and tongs! I am so torn between rage and joy, that if I do not burst, it will be a marvel!”
Source: The Two Towers: Being the Second Part of The Lord of the Rings
“Hammer in the hand of justice is for silence, hammer in the hand of you is for violence; the death of justice”
“Hammer the iron that lies on your anvil instead of daydreaming about working silver.”
“Hammer the lies! Nail the truth." ~ Angelica Hopes, If I Could Tell You”
“Hammer the Poles until they despair of living [...] I have all the sympathy in the world for their situation, but if we want to exist we have no choice but to wipe them out: wolves are only what God made them, but we shoot them all the same when we can get at them.”
Source: Bismarck's Speeches and Letters
“Hammer your thoughts into unity.”
Source: Under the Moon
“Hammered into the Heart
In the Sufi tradition light and knowledge are reflected from heart to heart. The heart is the organ of the higher consciousness — the consciousness of the Self. Spiritual teachings can be reflected or impressed directly into the heart, bypassing the limitations of the mind. . . . A further part of the Sufi training is to bring the mind into the heart, the mind 'hammered into the heart' as the Sufis say, so that the teachings given to the heart can be assimilated into everyday consciousness. A mind that has been brought into the heart can understand the ways of oneness, which are often paradoxical, sometimes even nonsensical, to the rational self.”
Source: Light of Oneness
“Hammett gave murder back to the kind of people that commit it for reasons, not just to provide a corpse; and with the means at hand, not hand-wrought dueling pistols, curare and tropical fish.”
Source: The Simple Art of Murder
“Hammett used to be irritated by that and would answer that nobody ever deliberately wrote a potboiler, you just did the best you could and woke up to find it good or no good.”
Source: An Unfinished Woman: A Memoir
“Hammett was the ace performer... He is said to have lacked heart; yet the story he himself thought the most of [The Glass Key] is the record of a man's devotion to a friend. He was spare, frugal, hard-boiled, but he did over and over again what only the best writers can ever do at all. He wrote scenes that seemed never to have been written before.”
“Hammond is insisting SG-1 needs a sociopolitical nerd to offset our overwhelming coolness.”
“Hampden College, as a body, was always strangely prone to hysteria. Whether from isolation, malice, or simple boredom, people there were far more credulous and excitable than educated people are generally believed to be, and this hermetic, overheated atmosphere made it a thriving black petri dish of melodrama and distortion. I remember well, for instance, the blind animal terror which ensued when some townie set off the civil defense sirens as a joke. Someone said it was a nuclear attack; TV and radio reception, never good there in the mountains, happened to be particularly bad that night, and in the ensuing stampede for the telephones the switchboard shorted out, plunging the school into a violent and almost unimaginable panic. Cars collided in the parking lot. People screamed, wept, gave away their possessions, huddled in small groups for comfort and warmth. Some hippies barricaded themselves in the Science Building, in the lone bomb shelter, and refused to let anyone in who didn't know the words to 'Sugar Magnolia'. Factions formed, leaders rose from the chaos. Though the world, in fact, was not destroyed, everyone had a marvelous time and people spoke fondly of the event for years afterward.”
Source: The Secret History
“Hampshire was dressed in scarlet and brilliant orange, the hounds were out four mornings a week, and the last baskets of fruit had been harvested from heavy-laden trees. Now that the hay had been cut, the raucous corn-cakes had left the fields, their clamor replaced by the liquid notes of song-thrushes and the chatter of yellow buntings.”
Source: Scandal in Spring
“Hamsters & Covid.
My, how bats love to travel.”
“Hamzah’s sha’ir derived its original or primary influence not from the ruba’i, but from the four-line shi’r of Ibnu’l-Arabi and ‘Iraqi which forms the bulk of quotations of Sufi poetry in his works.”
Source: The Origin of the Malay Sha'ir
“Han breaks a tangerine into sections and feeds them to her one by one. Then he cuts a lemon in half, sprinkles a spoonful of sugar over the cut top, and bites into it. Sirine looks around at the wandering palms and the dusty street. Just that morning the radio weatherman had said it would be an Indian summer scorcher. She slices open an avocado and sprinkles it with coarse salt before handing it to Han.”
Source: Crescent
“Han enseñado a la gente a necesitar demasiadas fruslerías. Me temo que el noventa y cinco por ciento de la población de Europa occidental aceptaría la destrucción del planeta a cien años vista si ése fuera el precio de poder seguir teniendo lavadora.”
Source: El alquimista impaciente
“Han fijado nuestra nutrición y dispuesto la duración de nuestras vidas.
Más que esto,y más allá de esto,los esfuerzos no serán productivos.”
Source: The Dermis Probe
“Han fyller sexton år idag, och hela sitt liv har han blivit retad och trakasserad. Utsidan, insidan, talet, adressen. Överallt. I skolan, i omklädningsrummet, på nätet. Det nöter ner en människa till sist, det syns inte så tydligt, för folk omkring ett mobbat barn inbillar sig att man blir väl van till sist. Aldrig, man vänjer sig aldrig. Man brinner hela tiden. Det är bara ingen som vet hur lång stubinen är, inte ens man själv.”
Source: Beartown
“Han förde cykeln bredvid sig som ett stort ök, lastat med mattorna, genom ett ödsligt Sahara. Det var persiska mattor, vävda av tyska proletärer, förmedlade av en judinna med vit jättebarm, nu jagande fram svetten på en bondson från Humla by. Nu var han en länk i denna sällsamma kedja.
(Sid. 57)”
Source: Kungsgatan
“Han hadde ei grei førklaring på kofførr ryggen hadde hoildt sæ så rank:
-Det har sæ slik, sa han, -at i bygda kor æ bor, kan du ikkje bøye dæ en einaste gong uten å bli messtænkt førr einten å stæle rækved, måsægg eiller moiltebær!”
Source: Dokker kan flire
“Han har insett genom åren att verkligheten är en långt mycket värre plats”
Source: Utrotad
“Han har inte någon aning om hur han ska vara min pappa nu när han inte längre är min skådespelar coach och manager.”
Source: November 9
“Han knew from experience that there was nobody more furious than a cheat cheated.”
“Han kysser mig, hårdare än förut. Hårt nog för att få mig att flämta.”
Source: Holiday Romance
“Han kysste henne, snabbt och diskret med tanke på alla studenter som strömmade.”
“Han længes efter sensationer og stadionrock, mens hans liv føles som en lang popsang.”
“Han made no effort to put up a brave front. Most of the time he just screamed himself hoarse, though a couple of times he amused himself by screaming Fionas's name as if he were in the throes of passion. FEEE-OHHH-NAAA! Lord Bayar made him pay for that, but afterward, Fiona didn't come down anymore, which Han appreciated.”
“Han parkerar på min gata och vi hånglar lite till. Inget prat. Inga pussar. Kyssarna är långa och intima, som om vi berättar allt det vi behöver säga varandra på det här viset”
Source: Writers & Lovers
“Han pasado los años, y a la larga he terminado por asumir mi identidad: yo no soy más que un mendigo de buen fútbol. Voy por el mundo sombrero en mano, y en los estadios suplico: una linda jugadita, por amor de Dios. Y cuando el buen fútbol ocurre, agradezco el milagro sin que me importe un rábano cuál es el club o el país que me lo ofrece.”
Source: Soccer in Sun and Shadow
“Han sank. Hans tætklippede skæg var fyldt med tårer, der reflekterede solskinnet.
”Det hele startede, før du så det i nyhederne,” sagde han, selvom jeg allerede havde regnet den del ud. ”Da de viste manden ved grænsen, og alle troede, det var starten, havde vi allerede adskillelige tusinde døde, og evakueringen var startet. Alting foregår altid under overfladen, du ved, som et isbjerg. I den sidste besked sagde Sara, at de havde mødt Ester, vores nabo, på vej hjem fra Netto. At hun havde virket dårlig, svedende og rystende. Hun havde aet Erik på kinden, som hun plejede, og Sara havde ikke nået at stoppe hende. Så var hun gået ind for at lægge sig, Ester, som hun sagde, og Sara havde skyndt sig ind med Erik og sprittet hans ansigt og hænder. Tre og fyrre minutter senere ringede hun til mig på hospitalet. Tre og fyrre minutter, Amanda.”
Jeg græd også nu. Det var ikke mine tab, men jeg græd for alle og alting.”
Source: Vi var så blidt i verden
“han sido víctimas de violencia sexual mujeres indígenas que ocupan un lugar de autoridad dentro de sus pueblos, así como mujeres líderes que representan un grupo social específico, una fuerza política o que cumplen un papel central en la comunidad (maestras, parteras o promotoras de salud). Ellas son victimizadas porque son voceras de reclamos colectivos o desempeñan un papel central en la reproducción de la vida social y cultural de una comunidad. Por ejemplo, en la masacre de Bahía Portete perpetrada el 19 de abril del 2004, el Bloque Norte de las Autodefensas usó la violencia sexual de manera premeditada y estratégica contra mujeres líderes seleccionadas para devastar física y moralmente a las comunidades, y provocar así su destierro. El informe de GMH refiere que en este caso “los victimarios atacan acudiendo a la tortura sexual y mediante mecanismos como el cercenamiento de extremidades y de órganos asociados a la sexualidad, o la incineración de los cuerpos de los muertos. De esta manera, mediante el ataque violento y el asesinato de mujeres se mancha también su cuerpo como territorio y el territorio se desacraliza”
Source: ¡Basta ya! Colombia: Memorias de guerra y dignidad
“Han siger sig saadan hverken at ville eller at kunde troe, og paastaaer, at de anførte Skriftens Steder, som synes at bekræfte deslige Lærdom, maa ikke forklares efter Bogstaven. Ved denne Bekiendelse, som ham i Barndommen ved grundige Raisons er indprentet, holder han stift, saa at heele Svitzer-Land ikke kand bevæge ham til at vige fra sin forrige Meening.”
Source: Epistler
“Han smiled, then, a bright, charming smile that lit up the room, more dangerous than any blade.
All you ever needed was that smile, she thought. I'd have given in immediately.”
Source: The Exiled Queen
“Han Solo: Wonderful girl. Either I'm going to kill her or I'm beginning to like her.”
“Han Sooyoung and Yoo Joonghyuk as a couple? [Kim Dokja's Company] hadn't allowed any dating at the workplace yet, so hell no.”
Source: 전지적 독자 시점 4 [Jeonjijeog Dogja Sijeom 4]
“Han Sooyoung approached and raised my chin with her fingers. "It's been a while, Kim Dokja. You are still ugly.”
Source: 전지적 독자 시점 1 [Jeonjijeog Dogja Sijeom 1]
“Han spotted a child‟s homespun dolly in the ditch, pressed into the mud. He reined in, meaning to climb down and fetch it so he could clean it up for his little sister. Then he remembered that Mari was dead and had no need of dollies anymore. Grief was like that. It gradually faded into a dull ache, until some simple sight or sound or scent hit him like a hammer blow.”
Source: The Exiled Queen (The Seven Realms Series, Book 2)
“Han stannar framför mig och skrattar lågt. ”Har du gått runt och slagit folk igen?”
”En eller två.”
Source: Drakviskaren
“Han transcurrido siglos, pienso, y ahí continúa cubierto por la ceniza o el polvo de mi partida, sosteniendo el ansioso beso que le soplé de lejos y aguantando un ininteligible rumor cosmopolita. Las manos vacías, deseando como nunca un cigarrillo entre los dedos.”
Source: Sangre en el ojo
“Han tände en cigarr och ställde sig att betrakta porträttet. Den som observerat hans ansikte nu, skulle icke kunna se hans tankar, ty han hade redan lärt sig så mycket om livets konst att han icke en gång anförtrodde ensamheten sina meningar, ja, han fruktade till och med att meddela sig med sig själv.”
Source: Röda Rummet
“Han upptäckte att sorg inte mattas med tiden utan istället var ett labilt sinnestillstånd.”
Source: Americanah
“Han var en man av svart och vitt. Och hon var färg. All hans färg”
Source: En man som heter Ove
“Han var mycket modern, långt före de flesta. Nu är det ju så att det är svårt att vara modern före någon annan. För att vara modern måste man vara minst två. Moderniteten måste förborgerligas för att bli erkänd som modernitet annars blir den bara bisarreri.”
Source: Sommargästerna: provisoriska memoarer; Ro utan åror: Noveller
“Han virkede som sådan en sød, gammel gentleman, så jeg tænkte, at jeg ville give han min autograf som en souvenir.”
“Han was thinking he was just as likely to shoot flames from his rear end.”
“Han wasn't used to sharing territory with an enemy. You drove him out, or he drove you out. You hushed him or he hushed you, and life went on. For one of you.”
“Han?” “Yeah, sweetie.” “How do you teach a man not to be a noble, long-suffering, self-sacrificing idiot?” “I don’t know, sweetie. Mostly I shoot them.” “I’ll consider that.”
“Hana?" Lena says softly. "Are you okay?"
That single stupid question breaks me. All the metal fingers relax me at once, and the tears they've been holding back come surging up at once. Suddenly I am sobbing and telling her everything: about the raid, and the dogs, and the sounds of skulls cracking underneath regulator's nightsticks. Thinking about it again makes me feel like I might puke. At a certain point, Lena puts her arms around me and starts murmuring things into my hair. I don't even know what she's saying, and I don't care. JUst having her here—solid, real, on my side—makes me feel better than I have in weeks. Slowly I manage to stop crying, swallowing back the hiccups and sobs that are still running through me. I try to tell her that I've missed her, and that I've been stupid and wrong, but my voice is muffled and thick”
Source: Hana
“Hana starts off down the road. I’m tempted to watch her go. I get the urge to memorize her walk—to imprint her in my brain somehow, just as she is—but as I’m watching her waver in and out of the fierce sunlight, her silhouette gets confused with another one in my head, a shadow weaving in and out of darkness, about to walk off the cliff, and I don’t know who I’m looking at anymore.
Suddenly the edges of the world are blurring and there’s a sharp pain in my throat, so I turn around and walk quickly toward the house.
“Lena!” she calls out to me, just before I reach the gate.
I spin around, heart leaping, thinking maybe she’ll be the one to say it. I miss you. Let’s go back.
Even from a distance of fifty feet, I can see Hana hesitating. Then she makes this fluttering gesture with her hand and calls out, “Never mind.” This time when she turns around she doesn’t waver. She walks straight and quickly, turns a corner, and is gone.
But what did I expect?
That’s the whole point, after all: There’s no going back.”
Source: Delirium