H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“How had he suffered the old arrangement for that long? Part of moving up in the world is realizing how much shit you used to eat.”
Source: Harlem Shuffle
“How had I become middle-aged while the ravages of time ignored her? I didn't know and didn't care, and before I could stop them, the words were already out. "You're beautiful," I murmured.”
Source: The Wedding
“How had I come to be here? Where could I run? Where could I hide from my pursuer in the Enchanted Forest, where everything seemed to want to stop me?”
Source: Dreams
“How had I deserved to be so blessed by such confessions? —how had I deserved to be so cursed with the removal of my beloved in the hour of her making them, But upon this subject I cannot bear to dilate.”
“How had I managed to tie my boots? I didn’t even remember getting dressed. I was out here in public at the mall. What was I wearing? Jeans. I could feel socks. I had my boots on. I plucked at the edge of my t-shirt and saw it was red. I was wearing Dad’s spare Army jacket, and there was a heavy weight in the right pocket that had to be something deadly.”
“How had I never noticed before how dear she was? How dear, in fact, was everyone in my village, and every house and tree and garden. How comforting the whisper of the wheel of the mill, the clanging of the smith’s hammer, the lowing of the cattle, the laughter of the women.”
Source: Keturah and Lord Death
“How had I not seen that there was nothing more important than an execution, and that when you come right down to it, it was the only thing a man could truly be interested in?”
Source: The Stranger
“How had it come about that these particular designs were chosen as our letters? Who decreed what sound would accompany each shape? And how was it decided the manner they would come together to form a word?
'Why is this so?' I demanded to know.”
Source: The Medici Seal
“How had it happened that when choosing the men and women who were to be torn from this subjugated plain, the hand of destiny had stayed so far inland, away from the busy coastlines, to alight on the people who were, of all, the most stubbornly rooted in the silt of the Ganga, in a soil that had to be sown with suffering to yield its crop of story and song? It was as if fate had thrust its fist through the living flesh of the land in order to tear away a piece of its stricken heart.”
Source: Sea of Poppies
“How had it happened, Simon thought, that he was bound to these people—to people who thought of him as nothing more than a Downworlder, half human at best?”
Source: Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instrument Series (3 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass
“How had it turned into this? I had lived my whole stupid life without him, and now I could barely make it through the hour.”
Source: Switched
“How had she become so thoroughly trapped? And it wasn’t like she was forced to stay there. It wasn’t like someone was telling her that she didn’t have other options. She had done it to herself—let the darkness in, let it consume her—and now the darkness wouldn’t let her leave.”
Source: All the Little Things
“How had so many men conspired against him for so long?”
Source: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story
“How had the seasons kept on turning for me, when time had stopped forever for him that May?”
Source: Human Acts
“How had they met? By chance, like everybody else. What were there names? What's it to you? Where were they coming from? From the nearest place. Where were they going? Does anyone really know where they're going?”
“How had this happened? Everyone in the world knew more than us, about everything, and this I hated then found hugely comforting.”
Source: You Shall Know Our Velocity
“How had this weird idea been conceived, how had it grown until it seemed inevitable?”
Source: The Green Knight
“How happily some people would live if they troubled themselves as little about other people's business as about their own.”
“How happily, how happily, the flowers die away! / Oh! Could we but return to earth as easily as they.”
Source: The birth-day; a poem: to which are added, occasional verses
“How happily, said Austerlitz, have I sat over a book in the deepening twilight until I could no longer make out the words and my mind began to wander, and how secure have I felt seated at the desk in my house in the dark night, just watching the tip of my pencil in the lamplight following its shadow, as if of its own accord and with perfect fidelity, while that shadow moved regularly from left to right, line by line, over the ruled paper.”
Source: Austerlitz
“How happy a thing were a wedding,
And a bedding,
If a man might purchase a wife
For a twelvemonth and a day”
Source: Poems and songs
“How happy are the pessimists! What joy is theirs when they have proved there is no joy.”
“How happy can you be when you think every action and thought is being monitored by a judgmental ghost ?”
Source: Losing Faith in Faith: From Preacher to Atheist
“How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away!”
“How happy he must be, this Hobgoblin," exclaimed Sniff.
"He isn't a bit," replied Snufkin, "and he won't be until he finds the King's Ruby. It's almost as big as the black panther's head, and to look into it is like looking at leaping flames. The Hobgoblin has looked for the King's Ruby on all the planets including Neptune -- but he hasn't found it. Just now he has gone off to the moon to search in the craters, but he hasn't much hope of success, because in his heart of hearts the Hobgoblin believes that the King's Ruby lies in the sun, where he can never go because it is too hot.”
Source: Finn Family Moomintroll
“How happy he who can still hope to lift himself from this sea of error! What we know not, that we are anxious to possess, and cannot use what we know.”
“How happy he whose toil Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams. His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve In soft repose; on him the balmy dews Of Sleep with double nutriment descend.”
“How happy I am to go to the front at last. To do my bit. To prove with my life what I think I feel.”
“How happy I am to see myself as imperfect and to be in need of God's mercy.”
Source: Story of a Soul The Autobiography of St. Therese of Lisieux: Third Edition Translated from the Original Manuscripts
“How happy I will be if I keep my heart free from attachment to anyone, and chained to Jesus, my God, alone... I will devote all my efforts to this end... I will go before the Blessed Sacrament, and there sign these resolutions with my blood.”
“How happy I would be if I could give figurative expression to the unconscious feeling that often murmurs so softly and sweetly within me.”
“How happy is it for us, that the admiration of others should depend so much more on their ignorance than our perfection!”
“How happy is that guardian angel who accompanies a soul to Holy Mass!”
“How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.”
“How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.”
Source: The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson
“How happy is the lot of the mathematician! He is judged solely by his peers, and the standard is so high that no colleague or rival can ever win a reputation he does not deserve. No cashier writes a letter to the press complaining about the incomprehensibility of Modern Mathematics and comparing it unfavorably with the good old days when mathematicians were content to paper irregularly shaped rooms and fill bathtubs without closing the waste pipe.”
“How happy is the Optimist / To whom life shows its sunny side / His horse may lose, his ship may list, / But he always sees the funny side.”
“How happy is the sailor's life, from coast to coast to roam; in every port he finds a wife, in every land a home.”
“How happy it is to believe, with a steadfast assurance, that our petitions are heard even while we are making them; and how delightful to meet with a proof of it in the effectual and actual grant of them.”
Source: The Works of William Cowper: The life of William Cowper. Letters, 1765-1783
“How happy the life unembarrassed by the cares of business!”
“How happy the lot of the mathematician. He is judged solely by his peers, and the standard is so high that no colleague or rival can ever win a reputation he does not deserve.”
“How happy the lover,
How easy his chain,
How pleasing his pain,
How sweet to discover
He sighs not in vain.”
Source: The Dramatick Works of John Dryden, Esq: In Six Volumes
“How happy the station which every moment furnishes opportunities of doing good to thousands! How dangerous that which every moment exposes to the injuring of millions!”
“How happy they are, in all seeming, How gay, or how smilingly proud, How brightly their faces are beaming, These people who make up the crowd!”
Source: Complete Poetical Works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Delphi Classics)
“How happy we would be if we could find the treasure of which the Gospel speaks; all else would be as nothing. As it is boundless, the more you search for it the greater the riches you will find; let us search unceasingly and let us not stop until we have found it.”
“How happy you are depends to a very large degree on your relationships with other people.”
“How hard a thing 'twould be to please you all.”
Source: Dramatic Works with Biographical and Critical Notices by Leigh Hunt. - London, Moxon 1840
“How hard a thing is life to the lowly and yet how human and real is it? And all this life and love and strife and failure, - is it the twilight of nightfall or the flush of some faint-dawning day? The answer lies in each of us. For somewhere in your past ... somewhere some 100 years ago?there rose from the smoldering ashes of slavery?a proud and humble family who suffered and struggled with life. A family who found the strength to endure all the indignities of life in America, and that family had the hope for a taste of her bounties in the future.”
“How hard can it be to blow up a room full of gasoline?!”
“How hard can it be to find a girl and an elephant for Christ's sake?”