H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Honest people, mistakenly believing in the justice of their cause, are led to support injustice.”
Source: Addresses on International Subjects
“Honest pioneer work in the field of science has always been, and will continue to be, life's pilot. On all sides, life is surrounded by hostility. This puts us under an obligation.”
Source: The Discovery of the Orgone
“Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.”
Source: The Plays of William Shakspeare ...
“Honest poverty is a gem that even a king might be proud to call his own - but I wish to sell out”
Source: Mark Twain on the damned human race
“Honest rejection of Christ, however mistaken, will be forgiven and healed ... but to evade the Son of Man, to look the other way, to pretend you haven't noticed, to become suddenly absorbed in something on the other side of the street, to leave the receiver off the telephone because it might be He who was ringing up, to leave unopened certain letters in a strange handwriting because they might be from Him -- this is a different matter. You may not be certain yet whether you ought to be a Christian; but you do know you ought to be a Man, not an ostrich, hiding its head in the sand.”
“Honest self-reflection is true self-reflection.”
Source: I'm Just Saying: A Guide to Maintaining Civil Discourse in an Increasingly Divided World
“Honest self-understanding liberates us from our stuck emotions.”
“Honest songs aren`t written for money.”
“Honest speech does not seek secret places.”
“Honest statesmanship is the wise employment of individual meanness for the public good.”
“Honest talk about the deficit is risky. Voters are more enthusiastic about the abstract notion of deficit reduction than about the painful details of accomplishing it.”
“Honest to God, I hadn’t meant to start a bar fight.
“So. You’re the famous Jordan Amador.” The demon sitting in front of me looked like someone filled a pig bladder with rotten cottage cheese. He overflowed the bar stool with his gelatinous stomach, just barely contained by a white dress shirt and an oversized leather jacket. Acid-washed jeans clung to his stumpy legs and his boots were at least twice the size of mine. His beady black eyes started at my ankles and dragged upward, past my dark jeans, across my black turtleneck sweater, and over the grey duster around me that was two sizes too big.
He finally met my gaze and snorted before continuing. “I was expecting something different. Certainly not a black girl. What’s with the name, girlie?”
I shrugged. “My mother was a religious woman.”
“Clearly,” the demon said, tucking a fat cigar in one corner of his mouth. He stood up and walked over to the pool table beside him where he and five of his lackeys had gathered. Each of them was over six feet tall and were all muscle where he was all fat.
“I could start to examine the literary significance of your name, or I could ask what the hell you’re doing in my bar,” he said after knocking one of the balls into the left corner pocket.
“Just here to ask a question, that’s all. I don’t want trouble.”
Again, he snorted, but this time smoke shot from his nostrils, which made him look like an albino dragon. “My ass you don’t. This place is for fallen angels only, sweetheart. And we know your reputation.”
I held up my hands in supplication. “Honest Abe. Just one question and I’m out of your hair forever.”
My gaze lifted to the bald spot at the top of his head surrounded by peroxide blonde locks. “What’s left of it, anyway.”
He glared at me. I smiled, batting my eyelashes. He tapped his fingers against the pool cue and then shrugged one shoulder.
“Fine. What’s your question?”
“Know anybody by the name of Matthias Gruber?”
He didn’t even blink. “No.”
“Ah. I see. Sorry to have wasted your time.”
I turned around, walking back through the bar. I kept a quick, confident stride as I went, ignoring the whispers of the fallen angels in my wake. A couple called out to me, asking if I’d let them have a taste, but I didn’t spare them a glance. Instead, I headed to the ladies’ room. Thankfully, it was empty, so I whipped out my phone and dialed the first number in my Recent Call list.
“Hey. He’s here. Yeah, I’m sure it’s him. They’re lousy liars when they’re drunk. Uh-huh. Okay, see you in five.”
I hung up and let out a slow breath. Only a couple things left to do.
I gathered my shoulder-length black hair into a high ponytail. I looped the loose curls around into a messy bun and made sure they wouldn’t tumble free if I shook my head too hard. I took the leather gloves in the pocket of my duster out and pulled them on. Then, I walked out of the bathroom and back to the front entrance.
The coat-check girl gave me a second unfriendly look as I returned with my ticket stub to retrieve my things—three vials of holy water, a black rosary with the beads made of onyx and the cross made of wood, a Smith & Wesson .9mm Glock complete with a full magazine of blessed bullets and a silencer, and a worn out page of the Bible.
I held out my hands for the items and she dropped them on the counter with an unapologetic, “Oops.”
“Thanks,” I said with a roll of my eyes. I put the Glock back in the hip holster at my side and tucked the rest of the items in the pockets of my duster.
The brunette demon crossed her arms under her hilariously oversized fake breasts and sent me a vicious sneer. “The door is that way, Seer. Don’t let it hit you on the way out.”
I smiled back. “God bless you.”
She let out an ugly hiss between her pearly white teeth. I blew her a kiss and walked out the door. The parking lot was packed outside now that it was half-past midnight. Demons thrived in darkness, so I wasn’t surprised. In fact, I’d been counting on it.”
Source: The Holy Dark
“Honest to God, I'm a complete stranger to you. How hard is it to just walk away?
She has me there. So much so I feel profoundly stupid. Even ashamed. During all my years trying to save the world, I never once bothered to ask the world if it wanted to be saved.”
Source: Still See You Everywhere
“Honest to God, all my life I have had such a fear of spiders. In fact, I use to have a reoccurring dream about one. Very clearly, it was black with a red head. It would sit up in the corner of the bedroom and when it started getting closer, I would wake up in a panic.”
“Honest to God, Bill, the way things are going, all I can think of is that I'm a character in a book by somebody who wants to write about somebody who suffers all the time.”
Source: Breakfast of champions: or, Goodbye blue Monday!
“Honest to god, Clare, you act like the dress is more important than you being shot!” Of course it is! It’s a Versace, you idiot! Bring help! I’m going to save this dress at all costs.” - Sam to Clare”
Source: Even Vampires Get the Blues
“Honest to god, I'm so happy it's frightening! I'm just so chuffed - that's all I can say.
(on playing for Liverpool again)”
“Honest to God, she was the noisiest woman he'd ever been shot at with.”
Source: Smart and Sexy
“Honest to God, so International Women's Day, just like May Day and just like Earth Day, all have roots to Marxism and the Bolsheviks and the Soviets.”
“Honest unaffected distrust of human abilities under all circumstances is the surest sign of strength of mind.”
“Honest winter, snow clad and with the frosted beard, I can welcome not uncordially; but that long deferment of the calendar's promise, that weeping loom of March and April, that bitter blast outraging the honor of May - how often has it robbed me of heart and hope.”
“Honest work deserves honest pay.”
“Honest work is medicine. You can it bottle or buy better remedy, whatever your ailment.”
Source: Cuyahoga
“Honest work is much better than a mansion.”
“Honest, I listen to classical mostly. It keeps my mind fresh to write rock songs.”
“Honest, I only cheat a leetle.”
“Honest, intelligent criticism is an aid to the progress of an effort.”
“Honest, open communication is the only street that leads us into the real world... We then begin to grow as never before. And once we are on this road, happiness cannot be far away.”
Source: Will the real me please stand up?: so we can all get to know you! : 25 guidelines for good communication
“Honest. It's almost always best to go with honest. It means you never have to worry about getting your story straight.”
Source: Cold Days: A Novel of the Dresden Files
“Honestly, a lot of us owe our families some apologies. I'm among people who owe family members an apology.”
“Honestly admitting what you lost and not trying to rationalize it or push it off is an important step in self-assessment and mindfulness.”
“Honestly, all crows are not ravens”
“Honestly all the sweets and bad stuff on set don't really call to me because I'm working so much. I've trained myself to stay away from sugar.”
“Honestly and authentically being around others is maybe the hardest thing in the world.”
Source: Unstoppable Moses
“Honestly, Bessie? People don't care about anyone but themselves. They don't notice anything. They are never looking at what's interesting. They're always looking at themselves.”
Source: Nothing to See Here
“Honestly, Bob: how do you carve a scream?”
Source: Drowning Instinct
“Honestly, Clary, if you don't start utilizing a bit of your natural feminine superiority I just don't know what I'll do with you.”
Source: City of Ashes
“Honestly communicate your needs to people without feeling embarrassed or ashamed. They will either abide by them or they won’t. This will cut through the waste and instantly tell you what your next course of action should be.”
“Honestly, Doc. I just want to live beyond this year and I’ll be happy. They told me I only have about two to three months to live.”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel
“Honestly every day had huge challenges. I remember one day coming home and running a bath and going, "You don't know how to act, do you?" It was the most humbling experience ever.”
“Honestly, Evie," I huffed, flopping back to the centre of my bed and glaring at the ceiling. "Why don't you whine some more instead of actually doing anything?"
"Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness," Arianna volunteered, leaning on the frame of my open door.
"Yeah, so's seeing things no one else can, but people seem to like that about me."
"Good point. Odds are, you've been crazy for years now. I'm probably nothing more than a figment of your imagination."
"If that were true, I'd imagine you as less of a slob."
She sighed. "Isn't it sad that you hate yourself so much you can't even dream up a pleasant roommate?"
"Not as sad as the fact that you admit how bad you suck as one."
Flashing a wicked grin, she narrowed her eyes. “ I'd use the term 'suck' sparingly around me. Don't want to go planting ideas in my pretty, dead head."
I threw a pillow at her.”
Source: Supernaturally
“Honestly Feb! Have you taken a good look at yourself in the mirror lately? You will see a drop dead sumptuous vixen staring back at you. No excuses! Tomorrow, we are taking you shopping for some sexy outfits (Holly O'Malley talking to her cousin)”
Source: Moura Enchanted
“Honestly, he could be adorable, and at the moment she had the feeling he wasn't even trying.”
Source: A Most Peculiar Circumstance
“Honestly? I actually prefer to be a little intellectually intimidated by the women I love.”
Source: Notes From Exile: The "Manual for the Broken”
“Honestly, I can't hear the sound of it.”
“Honestly I can truly say, it would be, nice, but I don't feel like I got to get a Grammy or something to feel official. I'm cool but it would be nice Grammy Awards!”
“Honestly, I cannot understand what people mean when they talk about the freedom of the human will. I have a feeling, for instance, that I will something or other; but what relation this has with freedom I cannot understand at all. I feel that I will to light my pipe and I do it; but how can I connect this up with the idea of freedom? What is behind the act of willing to light the pipe? Another act of willing? Schopenhauer once said: Der Mensch kann was er will; er kann aber nicht wollen was er will (Man can do what he will but he cannot will what he wills).”
“Honestly, I'd rather be anywhere else. Even home, where my dad begins almost every conversation with, "You should lose the black clothes and wear something with color." Puh-lease. Like I want to look like every Barbie clone in Hell High, a.k.a. Oklahoma's insignificant Haloway High School. Ironically, Dad doesn't appreciate the bright blue streaks in my originally blond/now-dyed-black hair. Go figure. That's color, right?”
“Honestly, I didn't expect anything. I didn't plan on standing in your penthouse kitchen this morning."
A grin splits his face.
"But you are." Keeping the smile, he sticks his tongue through his teeth.
"Yeah, I am." I beam up at him.
"You stay'n in my kitchen?" he asks, his face moving closer.
"I thought we are seeing how things go?"
I press my hands to his chest, sliding my arms up to his shoulders.
"I'll just take that as a yes.”
Source: Hidden in the Stars
“Honestly, I do not know what patriotism is, but I just take the time to make my country a better place.”