H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“How could it be progress when the countryside was being stripped of its life, he wondered. Without successive generations of families keeping their feet on their own land, the countryside would be a dead place - a desert. A thousand efficient machines could never replace the joy and satisfaction that a man drew from hearing the laughter of his children playing in the fields as he tended his finca, no matter how small it might be.”
“How could it be that I had a legal obligation to kill people I did not know, and who did certainly not consent to it, while my father's doctor could not help my father to die when my farther asked for it? My consternation brought me to moral philosophy and a life-long search for an answer to the question when and why we should, and when we shouldn't, kill.”
“How could it be that I had actually kissed her cheek without enveloping her, without becoming her? How could I at that moment have refrained from kneeling at her feet and howling?”
Source: The Black Prince
“How could it be that I wanted those scary narrow streets and books and coffee shops for her so much more than she wanted them for herself?”
Source: The Girls from Corona del Mar
“How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home?”
Source: The Lovely Bones: Picador Classic
“How could it be wished
that poetry of a mellow age be born
when this time is taking showers
in the drama of a loathsome taste!”
“How could it ever be love unless it is accompanied by jealousy?”
Source: Benign Flame: Saga of Love
“How could it ever be to our purpose to rob another living being of his or her purpose?”
Source: World Peace Diet (Tenth Anniversary Edition): Eating for Spiritual Health and Social Harmony
“How could it occur to anyone to demonstrate that God exists unless one has already allowed Himself to ignore Him? A king's existence is demonstrated by way of subjection and submissiveness. Do you want to try and demonstrate that the king exists? Will you do so by offering a string of proofs, a series of arguments? No. If you are serious, you will demonstrate the king's existence by your submission, by the way you live. And so it is with demonstrating God's existence. It is accomplished not by proofs but by worship. Any other way is but a thinker's pious bungling.”
“How could liberty ever establish itself amongst us? Apart from a few tragic scenes, the revolution has been nothing but a web of farcical scenes.”
“How could man rejoice in victory and delight in the slaughter of men?”
“How could Michelangelo have seen his David in a block of marble? Man began to make images only because he discovered them nearly formed around him, already within reach. He saw them in a bone, in the bumps of a cave, in a piece of wood. One form suggested a woman to him, another a buffalo, still another the head of a monster.”
“How could my past self be braver than me.”
Source: Sensiti
“How could one articulate the sensation of a wound knitting together?
The itch and the pain were merely symptoms of the process.
It was like describing respiration: instinctive, necessary, controllable to a point.”
Source: Earthflown
“How could one be in this world without feeling dismayed by it? Even if one paints flowers and gingerbread.”
Source: Gerhard Richter: text : writings, interviews and letters, 1961-2007
“How could one comfort a disturbed person? He is already assailed with doubts about his faith. He would have to despair with such a doctrine. Rather one must seek to convince him that the Savior is there for him, has already forgiven him, and has already accepted him. As soon as one makes faith even in the least a requirement for justification, one takes from such a person all the comfort of the Gospel.”
“How could one create life with someone who represented death?”
Source: how to save your own life
“How could one person make sure each and every soul had every chance they could, everything they needed? It wasn’t possible. And yet, stepping down didn’t seem like the solution either.”
Source: The Crown
“How could one sentence uttered in anger cause so much damage? But then words were the most powerful thing in the universe. Cuts and bruises always healed, but words spoken in anger were most often permanent. They didn’t damage the body, they destroyed the spirit. (Acheron)”
Source: Acheron: A Dark-Hunter Novel
“How could passion run so deep
Had I never thought
That the crime of being born
Blackens all our lot?”
Source: Poems of William Butler Yeats
“How could people like these, without words to put to their emotions and passions, manage? They could, at best, only suffer dumbly. Their pains and humiliations would work themselves out in their characters alone: like evil spirits possessing a body, so that the body itself might appear innocent of what it did.”
Source: The Enigma of Arrival: A Novel in Five Sections
“How could people send their children away?
How did anybody say goodbye to someone they loved?
But that was what the world demanded, wasn't it?
Again and again, the world insisted upon betrayals, goodbyes.
How could anyone bear it?”
Source: The Beatryce Prophecy
“How could people, I wondered for the ten thousandth useless time, how could people who had loved so dearly come to such a wilderness; and yet the change in us was irreversible, and neither of us would even search for a way back. It was impossible. The fire was out. Only a few live coals lurked in the ashes, searing unexpectedly at the incautious touch.”
Source: Whip hand: Trial run ; Twice shy
“How could poetry and literature have arisen from something as plebian as the cuneiform equivalent of grocery-store bar codes? I prefer the version in which Prometheus brought writing to man from the gods. But then I remind myself that...we should not be too fastidious about where great ideas come from. Ultimately, they all come from a wrinkled organ that at its healthiest has the color and consistency of toothpaste, and in the end only withers and dies.”
“How could politics be a science, if laws and forms of government had not a uniform influence upon society? Where would be the foundation of morals, if particular characters had no certain or determinate power to produce particular sentiments, and if these sentiments had no constant operation on actions?”
Source: Essays Moral, Political, and Literary
“How could Rose think anything else? Because as she held the rose in her hands, delicate as a beating heart, and looked up at the boy in front of her, she wondered how someone like him could possibly exist. Hart wasn't like any other boy she'd met. He wasn't like the boys out at the party, at least. He was charming and earnest and gorgeous and he had a head full of flowers.”
Source: Of Earthly Delights
“How could science be an enemy of religion when God commanded man to be a scientist the day He told him to rule the earth and subject it?”
“How could sexuality be anything but God? It's the creation of life. Life is experiencing itself in endless forms.”
“How could she admit that it wasn’t the cold that had made her shiver, but forbidden thoughts of her stepbrother?”
Source: Lover by Moonlight
“How could she be someone’s mistake?”
Source: Unexpressed Feelings
“How could she compare the lives lost? One genocide against another—how did they balance on the scale of justice? And who was she, to imagine that she could make that comparison?”
Source: The Poppy War
“How could she even think what she’s thinking? Alessandro wondered silently as he watched Brianna glare pure murder at the misguided Gertie smiling up at him. Alessandro cocked an amused eyebrow and gave her a polite smile when he noticed the look on Brianna’s face. Didn’t she know that if it weren’t for all these people, Alessandro would drag her onto the bar and fuck her madly? As it was, his body had maintained its state of semi arousal for most of the morning and into this late afternoon. He was half-tempted to drag her into the nearest closet. And she was jealous. Alessandro wanted to laugh at the ridiculous notion. While he could still appreciate the beauty of young Gertie on an aesthetic level, Brianna really had ruined him for other women. If anything, the fact that she had carried his son in her body, given birth to his child, made his primal need and want of her all that more intense. Alessandro considered himself sophisticated and well-schooled in the ways of women and how to seduce them. With Brianna, he just wanted. Her strength, her heart, her passion, her courage, all coupled with a body that kept him hard as a rock for more time than was surely healthy, created the only woman he would ever love. Ever.”
Source: The Betrayal
“How could she ever understand that there isn't any way could be disappointed since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to?”
Source: American Psycho: Picador Classic
“How could she feel nostalgia when he was right in front of her? How can you suffer from the absence of a person who is present? You can suffer nostalgia in the presence of the beloved if you glimpse a future where the beloved is no more.”
“How could she go on without him? And, at the same time, how could she go on knowing that every moment of their time together had meant so little to him”
“How could she have believed such an artificial life as the theatre was suitable?”
“How could she have reacted like that? She didn’t understand what had come over her. She’d felt his passion and her own. It made her anxious. On edge. For something. Something that made her skin prickle whenever he was in the room with her. Indeed, she found it difficult to concentrate when he was
around. He was big and strong and smelled incredible. She wanted to curl up against his chest and never leave. She’d never had such strong urges. But then again, she’d never met a man who made her feel so protected simply by his solid presence and his confident command of everything around him. His strength was strangely soothing. She couldn’t remember a time in her life when she’d felt so…content.”
Source: Highlander Unchained
“How could she just leave me here to live without her? I miss her so much. I love her. I want her to grow up and become who she was meant to be. I wanted her to grow up with me.”
Source: Love Letters to the Dead
“How could she know? We discover things about our spouses no one else ever will. Marriage is one long striptease of the soul.”
Source: The Dog of the North
“How could she lie without lying?”
Source: Ironside
“How could she not understand? First, she had believed he was in love with Meg! Next thing he knew, she would be marrying him off to Amy or some other such rot. He shuddered.”
Source: Jo & Laurie
“How could she possibly explain the way she felt about New York? She loved it, in that strange way you can love something thaat never loves you back, because it has left its imprint on your soull. Calliope belonged in New York, or maybe she belonged to New York.”
Source: The Towering Sky
“How could she possibly keep her daughter safe from all that being black in this country weaponized against her? Protect her life, of course, but proportionally protect her mind and heart? Did any place exist where the path to her daughter finding herself wasn't obstructed? Was there ever any room in this country for little black girls to fully self-actualize?”
Source: Sky Full of Elephants
“How could she simply disappear from our lives like that and not come back? It’s been two years, and I know she’s not coming back. I still have conversations with her in my head, though.”
Source: One Good Thing
“How could she tell him that we come to love those who save us?”
“How could so many intelligent people be so grievously wrong for such an extended period of time? How could they ignore so much overwhelming evidence that contradicted their most basic theories? These questions, too, deserve their own discipline: the sociology of error.”
Source: The Ghost Map: The Story of London's Most Terrifying Epidemic--and How It Changed Science, Cities, and the Modern World
“How could someone as good looking as him not fall for someone as stunning and sexy as me?”
Source: Cinnamon Bizarre : Collection of Short Stories
“How could someone know exactly who they are?”
Source: Monsters in My Mind
“How could someone like me survive a plane crash? I didn't look like someone who could do that. I wasn't someone who could do that
Maybe I hadn't Maybe I was dead. Maybe I was l was lying on the ground somewhere, rain falling over me, into my open eyes. I looked at myself in the mirror and didn't see anything. I didn't see me.”
Source: Miracle
“How could someone possibly be that beautiful? She wondered for the hundred thousandth time. What higher power orchestrated such a perfect union of genes? Who decided that one single solitary soul deserved skin like that? It was so fundamentally unfair.(Chasing Harry Winston)”
Source: Chasing Harry Winston: A Novel