H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Hi, I'm Nadine Velazquez, and my green tip is: recycle.”
“Hi, I'm one of the knife-carrying hooligans you met last night in Pandemonium? I'm afraid I made a bad impression and was hoping you'd give me a chance to make it up to-" "SIMON!”
Source: City of Bones: TV Tie-in
“Hi, I’m at the Speedway at Eighty-sixth and Ditch, and I need an ambulance. The great love of my life has a malfunctioning G-tube.”
Source: The Fault in Our Stars
“Hi, Max," she said, pushing her shades up onto her curls. "I hope your wearing sunscreen," i said, “your gonna have hella wrinkles by the time your ten.” “Want some daiquiri?” she offered, pointing at a blender. “Is it traitor flavored?” I asked.”
Source: Maximum Ride: Fang: Dystopian Science Fiction
“Hi, Miss Alice
What kind of dreams do you see
with your eyes of glass?
Do they fascinate you?”
“Hi, Mom. (Devyn) It’s the other parental unit. Not as pretty or as fierce as your mother, but loving nonetheless. (Syn)”
“Hi, Mom…Yes, I know my heart rate’s dangerously elevated. That sound? I’m being shot at, Ma. Gotta go now. Love you much. Hugs and kisses. (Devyn)”
“Hi, my name is Jaime and I play bass, and I have dumb hair.”
“Hi, my name is Jareth, and I'll be your- God" He curses as he lays his eyes on me. I raised an eyebrow. "You'll be my god? Hm...Well, we'll have to see about that. I mean, it takes a lot to my world these days.”
“hi, puppy." she's not a puppy. She's a girl," Nancy's mother says. Nancy pats me and says, "Good puppy. Nice puppy." When he mother bends down to pull her away, she wraps both arms around my legs and wails. "No! My puppy!”
Source: Bliss
“Hi, Tad!' she said. 'Hi, Jeff! Hey, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?' 'Uh, no,' I said. 'We were just...I mean, Tad was...uh, nope.' 'So what were you guys talking about?' 'Well,' I said, 'it's very complicated. We were discussing...umm...hats. You know, hats. Like, the head kind.' 'There's another kind?' Lindsey asked. 'Hey, Jeff?' Tad said. 'If your mom needs any evidence to prove that you're retarded, let me know. I'd be glad to record you talking to Lindsey. I'm pretty sure that would do the trick.”
Source: After Ever After
“Hi, this is Bernard Fanning from Powderfinger. I'm in New York at the moment, and we've been walking around the city, it's pretty strange. I was walking along with Darren and Cogsy yesterday and we saw this guy playing cards, a little two up type swindle, and he ripped this guy off for like one hundred bucks in like, ten seconds, and the guy started complaining so he just packed up his shop and left! And it was the smoothest swindle any of us had ever seen. So that was probably the highlight of our trip here so far.”
“Hi, this is Ganymede, cup-bearer to Zeus, and when I'm out buying wine for the Lord of the Skies, I always buckle up!”
Source: Percy Jackson and the Sea of Monsters
“Hi, this is Sylvia. I'm not at home right now, so when you hear the beep ... hang up.”
“Hi, well soon return you to the dyslexic production of Bitty Bitty Chang Chang.”
“Hi," he says. "I'm Daniel." "Hi," I reply. "I'm June.”
Source: Champion: A Legend Novel
“Hi," Kami said to Dorothy, the head librarian…"Can you tell me where I could find the books on Satanism?" Twenty minutes later, she had Dorothy convinced that it was for a school project, and she really did not have to telephone Kami's parents.”
“Hi,' I said, and I hugged her. I missed her more now that I actually had her in my arms than when I hadn't.”
Source: Shiver Trilogy (Shiver, Linger, Forever)
“Hi,” Piper said, as casually as she could. “We’re back.”
“Hi-def is merely the latest in a string of evolutional leaps that have transformed the way we sit slumped in front of a box wishing we were dead.”
“Hi. Cat was just keeping me company until you came back.” He glanced in the direction she’d just disappeared to before returning his attention to me. “Fourteen hundred and thirty-one." I blinked. "What's that?" "The year I was born, which is not, as you'll note, yesterday.”
“Hi. I haven't insulted you yet, have I?”
“Hi. I'm Rachel Trachtenburg. I'm the daughter and the drummer for the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players.”
“Hi. It's Nikki. I'm not here right now because I'm dead.”
“HI. I’m from Arkansas, the cantaloupe state. And tonight, I hope you will hold my melons close to your heart and vote me your Miss Teen Dream.”
Source: Beauty Queens
“Hi. My name is Debby, and I am a storyteller. I don't think of myself as an actress. I am more like a face that takes words on a page, and puts them in front of your eyes.”
“Hi. There was a big accident, some people got decapitated, here are their names... You know what? That shirt really makes you look fat. I mean, the colour's all wrong... I mean, who shot the drapes?”
“Hi." "Hi." I shrug, as though to say "Whatever." In my peripheral vision I can see Magnus exhale. He looks a teeny bit nervous. "So." "So." I can play this game too. "Poppy." "Poppy. I mean, Magnus." I scowl. He caught me out.”
“Hiba S. is one of the pioneer Iraqi women academics and authors in the field of media and journalism, currently exiled in Amman. During a visit to her office in summer 2014, Hiba shared that the early days of the occupation in 2003 were the most difficult she had ever experienced. She recollected:
‘I was sitting in my garden smoking when I suddenly saw a huge American tank driving through the street. I saw a Black soldier on the top of the tank. He looked at me and did the victory sign with his fingers. Had I had a pistol in my hand, I would have immediately shot myself in the head right then and there. The pain I felt upon seeing that image is indescribable. I felt as though all the years we had spent building our country, educating our students to make them better humans were gone with the wind.’
Hiba’s description carries strong feelings of loss, defeat, and humiliation. Also significant in her narrative is that the first American soldier she encountered in post-invasion Iraq was a Black soldier making the victory sign. This is perhaps one of the most ironic and paradoxical images of the occupation. A Black soldier from a historically and consistently oppressed group in American society, who, one might imagine had no choice but to join the military, coming to Iraq and making the victory sign to a humiliated Iraqi academic whose country was ravaged by war. In a way, this image is worthy of a long pause. It is an encounter of two oppressed and defeated groups of people—Iraqis and African Americans meeting as enemies in a warzone. But, if one digs deeper, are these people really 'enemies' or allies struggling against the same oppressors? Do the real enemies ever come to the battlefield? Or do they hide behind closed doors planning wars and invasions while sending other 'oppressed' and 'diverse' faces to the battlefield to fight wars on their behalf?
Hiba then recalled the early months of the occupation at the University of Baghdad where she taught. She noted that the first thing the Coalition Provisional Authority (CPA) tried to do was to change the curriculum Iraqi academics had designed, taught, and improved over the decades. While the Americans succeeded in doing this at the primary and high school levels, Hiba believed that they did not succeed as much at the university level. Iraqi professors knew better than to allow the 'Americanization of the curriculum' to take place. 'We knew the materials we were teaching were excellent even compared to international standards,' she said. 'They [the occupiers] tried to immediately inject subjects like "democracy" and "human rights" as if we Iraqis didn’t know what these concepts meant.' It is clear from Hiba’s testimony, also articulated by several other interviewees, that the Iraqi education system was one of the occupying forces’ earliest targets in their desire to reshape and restructure Iraqi society and peoples’ collective consciousness.”
Source: Bullets in Envelopes: Iraqi Academics in Exile
“HIBERNATE, v. i. To pass the winter season in domestic seclusion. There have been many singular popular notions about the hibernation of various animals. Many believe that the bear hibernates during the whole winter and subsists by mechanically sucking its paws. It is admitted that it comes out of its retirement in the spring so lean that it has to try twice before it can cast a shadow.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Ambrose Bierce (Illustrated)
“hic sacra domus carique penates, hic mihi Roma fuit.”
Source: Lucan; The Civil War Books I-X
“Hiccup followed him carefully ... and fell over again.
"BRAVO!" clapped Alvin, to Hiccup's surprise.
"But I fell over again" said Hiccup.
"But with such STYLE," said Alvin. "You can't teach that, it's in the blood.”
“Hiccup: Thank You For Nothing You Stupid Reptile.”
“Hice lo que pude con las herramientas que tenía en mis manos en ese momento. Y mis decisiones recientes, aunque tardías, me están empujando un poco más hacia la vida que siempre he soñado tener, pero que creía imposible: una donde no tengo que fragmentar mi identidad en partes. Y aunque eso me cueste algunas personas en el camino, otras se quedarán. Y eso está bien.”
Source: Ella es mi Novia
“Hiciera lo que hiciera, siempre actuaba de la misma manera sensata y prosaica, sin el menor atisbo de imaginación, sin la menor chispa de brillantez, pero con la inexplicable bondad de los de su clase.”
Source: Mrs. Dalloway
“Hiciera lo que hiciera, él siempre moría.”
Source: Caminando entre tinieblas
“Hicimos de los ojos una especia de espejos hacia adentro, con el resultado, muchas veces, de que acababan mostrando sin reserva lo que estabamos tratando de negar con la boca.”
Source: Blindness
“Hicimos el amor en la forma violenta y feroz que yo casi había olvidado... En aquel desorden de almohadas y sábanas, apretados en el nudo vivo del deseo, atornillándonos hasta desfallecer, volví a sentirme de veinte años, contento de tener en los brazos a esa hembra brava y prieta que no se deshacía en hilachas cuando la montaban, una yegua fuerte a quien cabalgar sin contemplaciones, sin que a uno las manos le queden muy pesadas, la voz muy dura, los pies muy grandes o la barba muy áspera, alguien como uno, que resiste un sartal de palabrotas al oído y no necesitaba ser acunado con ternuras ni engañado con galanteos.
Después, adormecido y feliz, descansé un rato a su lado, admirando la curva
sólida de su cadera...”
Source: HOUSE OF THE SPIRITS
“Hickory Dickory Dock, it's 2020, and I just saw your mom naked on Tick Tock.”
“Hickory dickory dock my daddy’s nuts from shell shock. Humpty dumpty thought he was wise till gas came along and burned out his eyes. A dillar a dollar a ten o clock scholar blow off his legs and then watch him holler. Rockaby baby in the tree top don’t stop a bomb or you’ll probably flop. Now I lay me down to sleep my bombproof cellars good and deep but if I’m killed before I wake remember god its for your sake amen.”
Source: Johnny Got His Gun
“Hickory dickory dock, I just want to be your clock. Just set me for a lifetime, and I'll wake you up every morning.”
“Hicks szemügyre vette a könyveket, amiket Maura begyűjtött a polcokról: Peter Straub, Clive Barker, Joe Hill.
- Ezek horrortörténetek! - kiáltott fel. - Hagyjuk, hogy az elítéltek ilyesmit olvassanak?
- Csak ezt olvassák, meg a romantikus regényeket, uram - jelentette ki Maura (...).”
Source: Sleeping Beauties
“Hidan: Hey, look at that, it's my headband! You went to the trouble of picking it up and keeping for me? I'm touched. You're a pretty nice guy, Kakuzu, you knwo that? Kakuzu: Shut up. Let's go. Hidan: Let me put it on at least! Okay, I'm coming. Admit it, you like me a little, doncha? Kakuzu: Either you shut up, or I'll kill you. Hidan: Haha, you're embarrassed! I understand.”
“Hidan: That was pitiful! What happened there, buddy? Kakuzu: You should talk. I wasn't the one who fell for a shadow clone! Hidan: Ahaha, right. You saw that?”
“Hidden away behind the closed doors of aristocratic and bourgeois privilege, concealed under those ultra-respectable masks of black frock coat and veil, the green glow of corruption flickers into sight, steadies, and spreads everywhere, fostered by Lorrain's horrified and complicitous gaze. This decadent detective is at one with the criminal he pursues, acknowledging openly that the representation of corruption is one of the most pleasurable forms that corruption can take. In this enterprise, art is the mask that both exposes and conceals culpability.”
“Hidden away in the inner nature of the real man is the law of his life, and someday he will discover it and consciously make use of it. He will heal himself, make himself happy and prosperous, and life in an entirely different world. For he will have discovered that life is from within and not from without.”
“Hidden behind a veil of velvet shadows pooling beneath low-hanging branches, Violet waited until Em had turned the corner of the path toward the sunlight, then collected the gifts. Wool black as night, glass like ice threaded on silk, and a jangle of pins the color of last autumn's leaves. She held each reverently, the potential of transformation shining in each. The girl had changed, her soft freckled face gaining the planes of an adult's and the sharp timbre of her laugh softening, transformed by the magic of the earthbound that couldn't touch Fae. But something of Fae remained in the girl-turned-woman, a thread binding them together as surely as blood might have. Violet smiled softly, pride in the girl she'd sent from Fae into her earthbound fate swelling like the bloom of magic.”
Source: The Fairy Bargains of Prospect Hill
“Hidden behind man is God. Just give him a little way, a little passage, to come through you. That is creativity.
Allowing God to happen is creativity. Creativity is a religious state.”
“Hidden behind the facade of pompous jargon and noble affections, there is more sheer larceny per square foot on the floor of the New York Stock Exchange than any place else in the world.”
“Hidden behind your fears and your failures is the success you seek.”