H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Her milletin en büyük amacı, bağımsız ve çok yönlü zihinlere sahip bireyler yaratmak olmalıdır!”
“Her milletin en büyük şansı, hiçbir milletin tamamen aptallardan oluşmadığı gerçeğinden gelir!”
“Her milletin tarihinde vahşi atlar gibi davranma, özgürlüğünü yok etmeye çalışan her türlü otoriteyi reddetme zamanı gelir!”
“Her mind, already frail and broken, had been wandering, fluttering about like a lost bird inside a house, unable to free itself and running into the windows in desperate hope of escape.”
Source: Once I Knew
“Her mind circled Georgia, circled Ebenezer. It called up images and memories and things nearly home but never that final destination itself, as if it existed at the center of her mind, shining like a sun too radiant. She knew there was a face at the center of that radiance. A face too bright. A face she sought and longed for but could no longer bear the light of. She drifted into sleep, circling, circling, circling.”
Source: Fiddler's Green
“Her mind drew him in, hid his image at its center, folded over him, the world slid into place, the chaos ceased.”
Source: Vitro
“Her mind emptied of everything but the gusting wind and how fragile Wolf looked in that heartbeat, like one movement could break him open.”
“Her mind escaped between them, and went exploring for itself through the great gaps they had made in the simple obedient assumptions of her girlhood. That question originally put in Paradise, "Why shouldn't we?" came into her mind and stayed there. It is a question that marks a definite stage in the departure from innocence. Things that had seemed opaque and immutable appeared translucent and questionable. She began to read more and more in order to learn things and get a light upon things, and less and less to pass the time. Ideas came to her that seemed at first strange altogether and then grotesquely justifiable and then crept to a sort of acceptance by familiarity. And a disturbing intermittent sense of a general responsibility increased and increased in her.
You will understand this sense of responsibility which was growing up in Lady Harman's mind if you have felt it yourself, but if you have not then you may find it a little difficult to understand. You see it comes, when it comes at all, out of a phase of disillusionment. All children, I suppose, begin by taking for granted the rightness of things in general, the soundness of accepted standards, and many people are at least so happy that they never really grow out of this assumption. They go to the grave with an unbroken confidence that somewhere behind all the immediate injustices and disorders of life, behind the antics of politics, the rigidities of institutions, the pressure of custom and the vagaries of law, there is wisdom and purpose and adequate provision, they never lose that faith in the human household they acquired amongst the directed securities of home. But for more of us and more there comes a dissolution of these assurances; there comes illumination as the day comes into a candle-lit uncurtained room. The warm lights that once rounded off our world so completely are betrayed for what they are, smoky and guttering candles. Beyond what once seemed a casket of dutiful security is now a limitless and indifferent universe. Ours is the wisdom or there is no wisdom; ours is the decision or there is no decision. That burthen is upon each of us in the measure of our capacity. The talent has been given us and we may not bury it.”
Source: The Wife of Sir Isaac Harman
“Her mind felt loud, like a Sturm und Drang symphony, as if the ghost of a German composer was trapped inside her mind, conjuring chaos and intensity.”
Source: The Midnight Library
“Her mind had fully shut down, her body was already decomposing and her soul was chasing a betta fish”
Source: 10 Minutes 38 Seconds in This Strange World
“Her mind if her worst enemy and love might be too overbearing on fabric as thin as hers.
Her soul is like chiffon with plenty of tattered rips and tears. The fabric of our souls is thin and worn. We must be gentle and love tirelessly. Hers is so beautifully torn that even wolves liks us are drawn to it.”
Source: The Fabric of Our Souls
“Her mind is a bird that's trapped inside her skull, flapping and thrashing, never breaking free.”
Source: Fever
“Her mind is a haunted house.”
Source: The Wasted Vigil
“Her mind is a mess, and she has no intention of cleaning today.”
Source: Abandoned Breaths
“Her mind is a rotten, infected lump, but her heart beats strong with the pulse of dangerous dreams.”
Source: Girl of Dust and Smoke
“Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other.”
Source: Every Day
“Her mind kept drifting after the reason for her existence. Why didn’t she feel happiness? Why everything around her seemed only pain and sorrow. Her grandparents passed on at an early age. Her father, uncles, aunts? Then the sad faces on television of people full of fear and sadness. Is this our existence? Why is no one trying to live the kingdom?
Can’t anyone see her vision?
Published at Spillwords WHAT IF YOU WAKE UP IN A WHOLE NEW REALITY? FEBRUARY 28, 2021”
“Her mind kept drifting to the time she read The Great Gatsby. She didn't understand the social elite then and she doesn't understand them now. They are unpredictable with no moral compass. Money is everything to them yet even Gatsby with all his wealth couldn't win over his prize possession, Daisy. No matter what he had or did, he never fit in the North Shore circle. She couldn't pinpoint what made them tick.”
Source: Tajrish
“Her mind lives tidily, apart from cold and noise and pain. And bolts the door against her heart, out wailing in the rain.”
Source: Not So Deep as a Well
“Her mind suddenly flew back ten years in the past. Thinking in retrospection, the first time she met Shi Ying, she was only eight years old. At that time, as the only princess of the Red Clan, she left Xihuang for the first time and followed her father to the Jiuyi Temple. Before that, she had just passed a life and death calamity and narrowly escaped from the terrible red fever. The Great Wizard of the clan said that her father had made a great vow for her in front of the gods, and after she recovered from her illness, she must go with him to the Jiuyi Temple to thank the God for his blessing.”
Source: Zhuyan (With Prequel of Mirror) 朱颜
“Her mind traveled crooked streets and aimless goat paths, arriving sometimes at profundity, other times at the revelations of a three-year-old. Throughout this fresh, if common, pursuit of knowledge, one conviction crowned her efforts: ...she knew there was nothing to fear.”
Source: Sula
“Her mind was a garden, where questions would bloom,
always seeking answers to brighten this room.”
“Her mind was a mess
Trying to find it's way through unwavering feelings
What could she have done
So many faces but none as appealing as his
Stuck in a place where his face is imprinted in her memory, his scent captured in her heart of memories and all this time his unaware of a woman madly insanely crazy for him”
“Her mind was all disorder. The past, present, future, every thing was terrible.”
Source: Jane Austen Collection: illustrated - 6 eBooks and 140+ illustrations
“Her mind was an hotel where facts came and went like transient lodgers, without leaving their address behind, and frequently without paying for their board.”
Source: Short stories
“Her mind was present because she was always gone. Her hands were filled because they grasped the meaning of empty. Life was simple. Her husband returned and she served him with indifferent patience this time. When he asked what had happened to her heat for him, she gestured to the west. The sun was setting. The sky was a body of fire.”
Source: The Antelope Wife: A Novel
“Her mind was quite determined and varied not.”
Source: Mansfield Park
“Her mind, which couldn't handle one bit of reality, could hold the imaginative world.”
Source: Show Them a Good Time
“Her moda geçicidir fakat moda kavramı kalıcıdır!”
“Her model of self-control with food is why I have never had an issue in this area. Praise God for my mom's good example in how to eat.”
Source: Thoughts on Christian Motherhood
“Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.”
Source: Goldsmith's Deserted village, with notes and a life of the poet by W. M'Leod. (Oxf. exam. scheme).
“Her mom and dad are both doctors and want her to follow her dream, not turn out the way they have, no matter how much it costs them.”
“Her momentum ran out, and she spun quietly, whiteness below, light above. She noticed that she’d trailed a line of mist up out of the main cloud. This hung like a tether ready to pull her back down. In fact, all the mists were spinning slightly in what looked like an enormous weather pattern. A whirlpool of white. The heart of the whirlpool was directly beneath her.”
Source: The Hero of Ages
“Her monstrosities in the way of cattle would have taken prizes at an agricultural fair, and the perilous pitching of her vessels would have produced seasickness in the most nautical observer, if the utter disregard to all known rules of shipbuilding and rigging had not convulsed him with laughter at the first glance.”
Source: Little Women
“Her mood was suddenly in free fall, a state she knew all too well. A heaviness inside. A hollow loneliness. A need to either quarrel or cry. A downward plunge that could only be escaped by huge loss of temper, howling for her mother, or what people like teachers called going too far.
Trouble on the way.”
Source: Binny for Short
“Her moral obligation
to keep our hearts entwined.
Her preeminent love,
smelling like life,
in a good way,
familiar like an ancient woodcut,
a private postcard in the midst of a crowd,
in an old T-shirt to soak up the memories,
committed to recycling life.
repairing the nucleus.”
Source: Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
“Her morning thoughts were frequently on the darker side, given as she was to holding over the remnants of forgotten dreams.”
Source: Invitation to a Bonfire
“Her most difficult choice had been which book to bring. She couldn't decide between something she'd never read before and one of her favorites.
So, of course, she'd packed two: a pirate adventure story she'd borrowed from the bookseller just the day before and the beloved book of short stories her mother used to read to her when she was a child.
A warm smile stretched across Belle's lips at the thought of her mother and the love of reading she'd instilled in her only daughter. She'd also nurtured Belle's sense of adventure.
"I'm finally going on one of my own, Mama," Belle whispered. "A true adventure.”
Source: A Twisted Tale Anthology
“Her mother admonished through closed lips, the sound a mother can make mean anything from "pick up your socks" to "we are very disappointed you have murdered those orphans.”
Source: Danse Macabre
“Her mother always said that dressing properly could save one's life”
“Her mother always told her, “If he hits you, then you leave,” but Jack had never hit her, not with his fists.”
Source: Small Town Demons
“Her mother, an unshapely, chubby-cheeked creature from the rural gentry of Styria, permanently lost her hair at the age of forty after being treated for influenza by her husband, and prematurely withdrew from society. She and her husband were able to live in the Gentzgasse thanks to her mother's fortune, which derived from the family estates in Styria and then devolved upon her. She provided for everything, since her husband earned nothing as a doctor. He was a socialite, what is known as a beau, who went to all the big Viennese balls during the carnival season and throughout his life was able to conceal his stupidity behind a pleasingly slim exterior. Throughout her life Auersberger's mother-in-law had a raw deal from her husband, but was content to accept her modest social station, not that of a member of the nobility, but one that was thoroughly petit bourgeois. Her son-in-law, as I suddenly recalled, sitting in the wing chair, made a point of hiding her wig from time to time--whenever the mood took him--both in the Gentzgasse and at the Maria Zaal in Styria, so that the poor woman was unable to leave the house. It used to amuse him, after he had hidden her wig, to drive his mother-in-law up the wall, as they say. Even when he was going on forty he used to hide her wigs--by that time she has provided herself with several--which was a symptom of his sickness and infantility. I often witnessed this game of hide-and-seek at Maria Zaal and in the Gentzgasse, and I honestly have to say that I was amused by it and did not feel in the least bit ashamed of myself. His mother-in-law would be forced to stay at home because her son-in-law had hidden her wigs, and this was especially likely to happen on public holidays. In the end he would throw the wig in her face. He needed his mother-in-law's humiliation, I reflected, sitting in the wing chair and observing him in the background of the music room, just as he needed the triumph that this diabolical behavior brought him.”
Source: Woodcutters
“her mother and grandmother and great-grandmother had walked her to the classroom door and Mammy had cried a bit and Granny had told her to cop on and Nana then had told Granny to cop on herself and they’d nearly started one of their fights right there in front of all the other children and parents and the teacher”
Source: The Queen of Dirt Island
“Her mother believed that love, in its most noble and worthy form, was sacrifice. To love her was to love purgatory.”
Source: The Coconut Children
“Her mother bought her a burgundy pair of VANS summer shoes in Italy, and they took a picture of her laughing happily while holding them in her hand in an exaggerated scene, as if they had been teasing him to take a picture of her for her boyfriend in a park somewhere in Italy.
Shortly after, she started wearing them in Barcelona and cut off the tiny VANS logo with a scissor. When I asked her why, she tried to avoid answering at first until she said something like she didn't like it, or that they looked better without the tiny black VANS logos. It was suspicious that someone must have told her the urban legend in Barcelona soon after her Italian vacation, that VANS stands for „Vans Are Nazi Shoes.” It became more and more obvious in Barcelona that my life was in danger, as an awful vibe surrounded us due to the construction.
It was mostly caused by rich tourists who I had never seen do much work in life, too high to take on a task as simple as changing a password on a bank account on an iPhone app – a crime organisation, quite international already and increasingly so, with a growing number of participants and secrets becoming more and more dangerous, I thought, and I wasn’t wrong, I just couldn’t see the whole picture yet as I was blindfolded. As if her nickname, Stupid Bunny which she had printed out at Ample Store with Adam, was a cute, nice thing, a reassurance after the day before she had been crying for some unknown reason and printing out the phrase, “You never loved me, you just broke my heart.” That couldn't have been further from the truth. She would fidget around and draw at home, and I didn't realise she was bored of being with me when she had so many other options in her mind because of what others had fed her, as if I was a monogamist who wouldn’t forgive her for cheating or making a mistake. Even if I had seen her, when she showed up at home she seemed in love with herself, watching herself in the mirror in her new tight, short shorts. It was weird. I had noticed something strange in Martina for a while now and I couldn’t put my finger on it. I thought it was only the drugs she was secretly doing behind my back, but I was far away from having all the answers.”
Source: BARCELONA MARIJUANA MAFIA
“Her mother chose to martyr herself to some domestic goddess routine that everybody else in the world had wised up to long ago.”
Source: A Cloud in the Shape of a Girl
“Her mother died at the age of 29, essentially turning her face to the wall and deciding to die. And so we can only imagine the agony she felt. And Eleanor Roosevelt really wanted to make her mother happier, and - and to make her live, you know, make her want to live. And there's something about, you know, when your mother dies, this sense of abandonment. I think Eleanor Roosevelt had a lifelong fear of abandonment and sense of abandonment after her parents' death.”
“Her mother had always said that when a man kissed your eyes shut, he is lying to you.”
Source: The Inheritance of Orquídea Divina
“Her mother had been right. Patience was a hard but necessary lesson. Obtaining revenge was not a sprint; it was a journey.”
Source: The Stardust Thief
“Her mother had once screamed, “How am I going to pay for this? Why don’t you take better care of yourself?” Her mother didn’t have time for empathy. She always had to keep moving. If she stopped, she might drown.”
Source: The Last Story of Mina Lee