H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“How autumn carries the scented memories. For everything that comes to an end, the unforgettables remain...”
“How aware are we of our own inner life, our spirituality-something so intangible yet so priceless? How much effort do we make to perceive that which is not obvious, which can neither be seen nor heard? I believe the exploration and enrichment of the human spirit is what determines our very humanity. Such enrichment provides an inner compass that can lead civilizations to greatness.”
“How aware were photographers in the past of other visual arts? "No photographer of any distinction at all could approach his work without some awareness of what was going on in other visual media, and for that matter neither the painter nor the draughtsman could ignore photography."”
“How awe-inspiring to see the beauty of another soul, to love him, and then to be permitted to share in his intimacy, actually to become one with him!”
Source: By Love Refined: Letters to a Young Bride
“How awful for them [Hitler's victims] to see those swastikas, the SS men and the SA - people we'd never thought of as criminals.”
“How awful is that hour when con, science stings.”
Source: Poems
“How awful it was, thought Tessa, remembering Fats the toddler, the way tiny ghosts of your living children haunted your heart; they could never know, and would hate it if they did, how their growing was a constant bereavement.”
Source: The Casual Vacancy
“How awful that the artist has become nothing but the after-dinner mint of society.”
“How awful to be a perfect beauty! How confusing! God. Can you imagine?”
“How awful to reflect that what people say of us is true!”
“How awfully convenient for you, regardless. And for him. He won't have to worry about you spilling his secrets." "Yeah," Jace said. "He's terrified I'll tell everyone that he's always wanted to be a ballerina.”
Source: City of Ashes
“How awkward it must be to fear love itself but so desperately want companionship.”
Source: Lume
“How bad are you?" she said.
"I am in something close to agony but we can talk about that later. Hurry now.”
Source: The Princess Bride
“How bad do you want cancer? Bad enough to eat a rainbow of it? Personally, I think the red cancer would be the worst, but anything you swallow with artificial hues in it is going to pop a tumor out of your body the day after you eat it.”
Source: The Potty Mouth at the Table
“How bad does it have to be before you do something about it?”
“How bad,' he asked, his voice hoarse.
'How bad was your injury,' Rhys said mildly, 'or how badly did we have our asses kicked?'
Cassian blinked again. Slowly. As if whatever sedative he'd been given still held sway.
'To answer the second question,' Rhys went on, Mor and Azriel backing away a step or two as something sharpened in my mate's voice, 'we managed. Keir took heavy hits, but... we won. Barely. To answer the first...' Rhys bared his teeth. 'Don't you ever pull that kind of shit again.'
The glaze wore off Cassian's eyes as he heard the challenge, the anger, and tried to sit up. He hissed, scowling down at the red, angry slice down his chest.
'Your guts were hanging out, you stupid prick,' Rhys snapped. 'Az held them in for you.'
Indeed, the Shadowsinger's hands were caked in blood- Cassian's blood. And his face... cold with- anger.
'I'm a soldier,' Cassian said flatly. 'It's part of the job.'
'I gave you an order to wait,' Rhys growled. 'You ignored it.'
I glanced to Mor, to Azriel- a silent question of whether we should remain. They were too busy watching Rhys and Cassian to notice.
'The line was breaking,' Cassian retorted. 'Your order was bullshit.'
Rhys braced his hands on either side of Cassian's legs and snarled in his face, 'I am your High Lord. You don't get to disregard orders you don't like.'
Cassian sat up this time, swearing at the pain lingering in his body. 'Don't you pull rank because you're pissed off-'
'You and your damned theatrics on the battlefield nearly got you killed.' And even as Rhys spat the words- that was panic, again, in his eyes. His voice. 'I'm not pissed. I'm furious.'
'So you're allowed to be mad about our choices to protect you- and we're not allowed to be furious with you for your self-sacrificing bullshit?'
Rhys just stared at him. Cassian stared right back.
'You could have died,' was all Rhys said, his voice raw.
'So could you.'
Another beat of silence- and in its wake, the anger shifted.
Rhys said quietly, 'Even after Hybern... I can't stomach it.'
Seeing him hurt. Any of us hurt.
And the way Rhys spoke, the way Cassian leaned forward, wincing again, and gripped Rhys's shoulder....
I strode out of the tent. Left them to talk. Azriel and Mor followed behind me.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“How bad is it?”
“The story is only just now being reported, but let's put it this way,” HARV said. “The bag is now clearly catless, and there’s a very foul odor coming from the fan.”
Source: The Doomsday Brunette
“How bad was it?' I asked quietly.
'You saw your room. He trashed it, the study, his bedroom. He- he killed the sentries who'd been on guard. After he got the last bit of information from them. He executed them in front of everyone in the manor.'
My blood chilled. 'You didn't stop him.'
'I tried. I begged him for mercy. He didn't listen. He couldn't listen.'
'The sentries didn't try to stop him, either?'
'They didn't dare, Feyre, he's a High Lord. He's a different breed.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“How bad will it hurt?" I ask suddenly as Cain pulls the car onto the road to head back to my house.
"How bad will what hurt?"
"The spankings, the torture, all the ways you want to punish me."
"I'm not a sadist, Evan. I don't get off on hurting women."
"So it won't hurt?"
"Oh, it will, but you'll love the way it hurts," he says, and as his words fall upon my ears in a harmony of exhilaration and foreboding, I think I'm beginning to understand.”
Source: A Jade's Trick
“How bad you want something determines what you will do to get it.”
“How badly I want that nameless thing! First there must be an idea, a feeling... Maybe it was an abstract idea that you've got to find a symbol for, or maybe it was a concrete form that you have to simplify or distort to meet your ends, but that starting point must pervade the whole.”
“How badly I wanted to belong as I had when I was a young Mormon girl, to be simply a working part in the great Mormon plan of salvation, a smiling exemplar of our sparkling difference. But instead I found myself a headstrong Mormon woman staking out her spiritual survival at a difficult point in Mormon history.”
Source: The Book of Mormon Girl: A Memoir of an American Faith
“How baffling it is that we imagined cities incinerated by alien bombs and death rays when all they really needed was Mother Nature and time.”
Source: The Infinite Sea
“How baffling it was that even the most cunning and clever people would frequently see only what they wanted to see, and would rarely look beyond the thinnest of facades. Or they would ignore reality, dismissing it as the facade. And then, when their whole world fell to pieces...they would tear their topknots or rend their clothes and bewail their karma, blaming gods or kami or luck or their lords or husbands or vassals-anything or anyone-but never themselves.”
Source: SHOGUN
“How ballsy it was to just assume you know, with one glance, the things another person could live without. As if it was the same for everyone, that simple.”
Source: Lock and Key
“How barbarous, to deny men the privilege of pursuing what they imagine to be their proper concerns and interests! Yet, in a sense, this is just what you are doing when you allow your indignation to rise at their wrongdoing; for after all, they are only following their own apparent concerns and interests. You say they are mistaken? Why then, tell them so, and explain it to them, instead of being indignant.”
“How base a thing it is when a man will struggle with necessity! We have to die.”
Source: Euripides III: Heracles, The Trojan Women, Iphigenia among the Taurians, Ion
“How beastly the bourgeois is
especially the male of the species”
“How beautiful a day can be
when you greet it with a smile,
and it smiles right back at you.”
Source: Rhythm Of The Heart
“How beautiful a day can be, when kindness touches it!”
Source: Cinderella cargoes: poems for poets and for those who love poetry
“How beautiful an old woman's skin is! All those wrinkles!”
“How beautiful are dreams! In dreams the dead may live, even the long dead and the very silent.”
Source: The Sword of Welleran and Other Stories
“How beautiful are these bangles! But if you put them on a man, he will not like it because he has assessed his own worth. One cannot be the ‘thermometer (gauge)’ as well as the ‘fever’, both cannot be one.”
“How beautiful can life be? We hardly dare imagine it.”
“How beautiful is beauty?”
Source: Open Water
“How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue!”
Source: Cato; a tragedy ... As performed at the Theatre-Royal in Covent-Garden. Regulated from the prompt-book ... by Mr. Wild. (Bell's edition.).
“How beautiful is forgetting! What relief it would be for the world to lose some of its contents.”
“How beautiful is modesty! It winneth upon all beholders; but a word or a glance may destroy the pure love that should have been for thee.”
Source: Tupper's complete poetical works: containing
“How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven.”
Source: Poetical works
“How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures; nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven: In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths; Beneath her steady ray The desert circle spreads Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky. How beautiful is night!”
Source: The Poetical Works of Robert Southey: With a Memoir ...
“How beautiful is sorrow when it is dressed by virgin innocence! it makes felicity in others seem deformed.”
“How beautiful is the family that recites the Rosary every evening.”
“How Beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!
How it clatters along the roofs,
Like the tramp of hoofs!
How it gushes and struggles out
From the throat of the overflowing spout!
Across the window-pane
It pours and pours;
And swift and wide,
With a muddy tide,
Like a river down the gutter roars
The rain, the welcome rain!
-"Rain in Summer”
“How beautiful it could be if we woke up every morning with a burning desire to help others.”
“how
beautiful it feels
when they
want to know all about
the worlds you hold
inside of you”
“How beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken.”
Source: The Glass Menagerie
“How beautiful it is for a man to die
Upon the walls of Zion! to be called
Like a watch-worn and weary sentinel,
To put his armour off, and rest in heaven!”
Source: The Poems: Sacred, Passionate, and Humorous
“How beautiful it is to dream of you while I am dancing with joy.”
“How beautiful it is to excel, and the goodness of giving from your heart.”
“How beautiful it is to feel that what you cannot describe?”