H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“How bitterly we regretted the route we had chosen and blamed ourselves for what had occurred.”
“How bittersweet is it to realize that we are the creators of our realities and that we have allowed others to do the creating for us for so many years? So much time wasted…so much guilt, regret and bitterness. It can be easier to numb that pain than face it. Yet once we face our pain and take responsibility, we gain the freedom to move forward and unleash our Divine Potential. We also gain the freedom to move forward and respond to life with Divinity; thus, we alter the very fabric of the collective realities experienced on our planet.”
Source: Living Peace: Essential Teachings For Enriching Life
“How bittersweet it is to satisfy our hopes and dreams, for pursuit of such things can take us away from loved ones.”
Source: The Crusader's Heart
“How bittersweet it is, on winter's night,
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.”
Source: Selected Poems from Les Fleurs Du Mal: A Bilingual Edition
“How bizarre, i think to myself, to be on a train and to actually not want to arrive anywhere? What kind of madness is that?”
Source: Wish I Was Here
“How bizarre to be here once again. The scene conjures itself before me like a terrible magic trick, a palimpsest. There had been fewer cars. The lot wasn't paved then. The supermarket had been smaller, less modern, and named something else. But the general angles, the spatial arrangements, the site at the top of the hill: yes. Déjà vu ripples through me like a bad lunch beginning to announce itself hours before the final disaster. My stomach twists, and I feel an unease settle. I never thought I would return. I told myself I never would.”
Source: Dark Things I Adore
“How blazing and alive the past is. The color of the wallpaper in the bedroom you had as a girl. It's not so much that you've lost your memory, more like you're submerged in it, like you're living in the brightly vivid underwater world of the past.”
Source: Red Dust Road: Picador Classic
“How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.”
Source: The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood
“How blessed am I, to have loved so fiercely, That even the mere thought of loss feels like torture.”
Source: Tales of Secrets Untold
“How blessed and amazing are God's gifts, dear friends! Life with immortality, splendor with righteous, truth with confidence, faith with assurance, self-control with holiness! And all these things are within our comprehension.”
“How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Bram Stoker (Illustrated)
“How blessed I am that I can walk beside you, lean upon you, and live within the warmth of your love...”
“How blessed is he, who leads a country life, Unvex'd with anxious cares, and void of strife! Who studying peace, and shunning civil rage, Enjoy'd his youth, and now enjoys his age: All who deserve his love, he makes his own; And, to be lov'd himself, needs only to be known.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of John Dryden (Illustrated)
“How blessed to know that when the world hates us, God loves us!”
Source: The Nature of God
“How blessings brighten as they take their flight.”
Source: Night thoughts on life death and immortality ... to which are added the life of the author and a paraphrase on part of the Book of Job
“How blest am I in this discovering thee!
To enter in these bonds is to be free;
Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.
Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee,
As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be”
Source: The Complete English Poems
“How blest is he who crowns in shades like these A youth of labour with an age of ease!”
“How blest was the created state
Of man and woman, ere they fell,
Compared to our unhappy fate:
We need not fear another hell.”
Source: The Complete Poems
“How blind is the delusion that the greatness of a man is measured by his living; rather, it’s always by his giving.”
Source: The Dawn of Grace
“How blind men are to Heaven's gifts!”
“How blind to believe the civil rights movement ever ended. The civil rights movement never ends, and it never will. It has been marching since the beginning of time. Where Martin Luther King started is where Gandhi left off, and where he started, Abe Lincoln left off, and before that Whitfield all the way back to Moses. God has not moved. We have. But it is never too late. We are not at the mercy of these events. We can alter the course of history. We can stand against the dangerous arc of this story. But we need people who are willing to speak truth.”
“How blissful it is, for one who has nothing. Attainers-of-wisdom are people with nothing. See him suffering, one who has something, a person bound in mind with people.”
“How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt.”
“How body from spirit slowly does unwind, until we are pure spirit at the end.”
Source: The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke
“How bold one gets when one is sure of being loved.”
Source: Letters
“How boring just to be a body.”
Source: The Volcano Lover
“How boring these emotions are that we're caught in and can't get free of, no matter how much we want to.”
Source: The Golden Notebook
“How boring to copy the past -- with all the magnificence of today and tomorrow.”
“How 'bout a shot of truth in that denial cocktail.”
“How 'bout this? You go ahead and feel guilty about being an accomplice, and I'll go ahead keep doing your dirty work so you don't break a fuckin' nail or something. Then tonight we'll open a bottle of wine and talk about how today made us deel. Maybe eat some chocolate while we're at it, then watch The Notebook together. That work for you?”
Source: Reaper's Legacy
“How ‘bout you, Jena?” He leaned closer, speaking in an exaggerated whisper. “We could go somewhere private. I know you probably got some scars from being shot, but you can’t see a scar in the dark, right?”
The dickwad was offering her a pity fuck in a darkened room?”
Source: Black Diamond
“How boys transitioned from bothersome pests to men who made her pulse skip a beat and her head swim in a flood of pleasurable sensations was beyond her. Perhaps this was the true definition of magic.”
Source: Transitions
“How brave a ladybug must be!
Each drop of rain is big as she.
Can you imagine what you'd do,
If raindrops fell as big as you?”
“How brave you are for building paths out of the wreckages. How strong you are for standing in the midst of a greater collapse. How wise you are the expand your spirit beyond human limitations and continue becoming more of yourself, every single time. The world won't make you a battle cry, you're a warrior who learnt to shine.”
Source: Fragile but Fierce: A Quote Collection
“How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!”
Source: The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood
“How bravely men behave in an age where the pen now replaces the sword.”
Source: We Fight Monsters: Wisdom and inspiration that speak to the warrior's soul
“How bright and transparent the moonlight of wisdom.”
“How Bush and his junta succeeded in deflecting America's anger from bin Laden to Saddam Hussein is one of the great public relations conjuring tricks of history. But they swung it. A recent poll tells us that one in two Americans now believe Saddam was responsible for the attack on the World Trade Centre.”
“How but in custom and in ceremony
Are innocence and beauty born?
Ceremony's a name for the rich horn,
And custom for the spreading laurel tree.”
“How but in custom and in ceremony are innocence and beauty born?”
Source: COLLECTED POEMS OF W.B. YEATS
“How Cable survived Second Coming and what his responsibility is to his daughter, Hope, may have something to do with the Avengers.”
“How came the bodies of animals to be contrived with so much art, and for what ends were their several parts? Was the eye contrived without skill in Opticks, and the ear without knowledge of sounds?...and these things being rightly dispatch’d, does it not appear from phænomena that there is a Being incorporeal, living, intelligent...?”
“How can 5 judges decide the best book of the year without reading every book of the year? While some lucky authors can enter the contest, others may never get the chance to do so due to the tough nomination and selection processes. And how can the judges’ decision be right when we know that submitting the same books to different panels will result in different winners?”
“How can [actors] learn their lines and be honest in front of 30 people and all the lights? It makes me cry sometimes. I can't understand how they can be joking with me 30 seconds before, and 40 seconds later they're giving me all this incredible feeling.”
“How can a beautiful girl like yourself be surprised when a boy says she's not a monster?”
Source: Heirs of Secrets
“How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?”
Source: Collected Poems
“How can a bishop marry? How can he flirt? The most he can say is "I will see you in the vestry after service."”
“How can a body be safe when it's only a body? How can we expect that no stranger will be tempted to torch an empty house?”
Source: Acts of Service
“How can a bureaucrat or a politician be trusted if he says loud words for the sake of Russia's good while trying to take his funds, his money abroad?”
“How can a butcher's son be filthy rich?" Annabelle asked. "Unless the population of London is consuming far more beef and bacon than I'm currently aware of, there is only so much income that a butcher is able to garner.”
Source: Secrets of a Summer Night