H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“How have you been sleeping? I would like to assume poorly. That makes my job easier. See, you did not know it before, but every time you sleep I am watching you. And those horrible dreams you tried so hard to forget about, yet could not get out of your head? You are welcome.”
Source: Sempiternal
“How have you been? You’re still as beautiful as ever.” “As are you, my dear. I love your shoes.” “Aren’t they delightful? I saw them and just had to have them. Their previous owner wasn’t too keen to let them go, but I can be very persuasive when I want to be.” “Is that her blood on the left one?” “And no amount of scrubbing will get it out, either.”
“How have you kept this quiet for so long when your face does that when you talk about him?”
Source: Unrivaled
“How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forced, the notes are few!”
Source: Collected Poems
“How hazardous are high powered industrial sodium LASER exposures to night shift summit staff working at very high altitudes across their full lifespan?”
Source: Summit Brain
“How he could be a good user of LSD," I asked, "And know about the spiritual dimension - all that sort of thing - and still be a crook? I don't understand." "Then it's time you did. Psychedelic drugs don't change you - they don't change you character - unless you want to be changed. They enable change; they can't impose it.”
“How he handled those different perspectives would reflect his true strength as a leader – his ability to manage the paradox of diverse viewpoints on a single piece of the truth.”
“How he lies in his rights of a man! Death has done all death can. And absorbed in the new life he leads, He recks not, he heeds Nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike On his senses alike, And are lost in the solemn and strange Surprise of the change.”
Source: The Works of Robert Browning
“How he loved and yet
wished to leave you: always both, at once.”
“How heartening it is to know that Ken Loach is still out there making committed, polemical cinema, so long as you don't have to watch it. Never go near a Ken Loach film unless you're trying to sleep with a socialist. If you are, however, Land And Freedom should do the trick.”
“How heavy a body that has been traversed by death is, life is light, there's no need to let anyone make it heavy for us”
Source: The Days of Abandonment
“How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel’s end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
“Thus far the miles are measur’d from thy friend!”
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider lov’d not speed, being made from thee:
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide;
Which heavily he answers with a groan,
More sharp to me than spurring to his side;
For that same groan doth put this in my mind;
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind
—William Shakespeare[”
“How heavy is the toll of sins and wrong that wealth, power and prestige exact from man.”
“How heavy it is to be the only one that carries all the boulders of burdens when once agreed to be a mutual share of suffering?”
Source: Muted: Poetic Abstraction
“How heavy my mind is,
filled with the past.
Is there enough room
for the world to penetrate?
It must go somewhere,
it cannot simply sit on the surface--
Stars gleaming over the water.
The leaves piled, waiting to be lit.
Insight, my sister said.
Now it is here.
But hard to see in the darkness.
You must find your footing
before you put your weight on it.”
Source: Winter Recipes from the Collective
“How helpless we are, like netted birds, when we are caught by desire!”
Source: Evergreen
“how her eyes dream
how her lips say heaven
how that heart holds a universe
and that sweet in her smile means…
let go and run wild with me”
“How her fist fits my palm,
A bunch of consolation.”
“How heroic to be able to suppress one's vanity to the extent of confessing that the game is too hard.”
“How heron comes It is a negligence of the mind not to notice how at dusk heron comes to the pond and stands there in his death robes, perfect servant of the system, hungry, his eyes full of attention, his wings pure light”
“How hidden the heart, Nance thought. How frightened we are of being known, and yet how desperately we long for it.”
Source: The Good People
“How hideous is the semicolon.”
Source: Watt
“How high a price we pay for the burden of habit! I am fitted for life here where I do not want to be, I want to live there but am unfit for it, and on both counts I am miserable.”
Source: The Confessions
“How high can you fly before you crash?
How long can you stay intoxicated beyond all recognition?
How long can you sustain a buzz, a bender, a peak experience, a magic carpet ride, a hot-burning flame of mania, a trip to Venus on a pink cloud?
How many days can you cut Earth School before you get called to the principal’s office?
These are all very good questions that addicts do not generally like to answer.
When pushed, however, an addict’s short response to all these questions is usually something along the lines of: As long as I can.
We will keep this ride going for as long as we can.
And we will not put it down until there is nothing left to smoke, drink, fuck, eat, spend, hoard, shoot into our veins, disappear into, or lick off the carpet in crumbs.”
Source: All the Way to the River
“How high does a sycamore grow? If you cut it down, then you’ll never know.”
“How high your awareness level is determines how much meaning you get from your world. Photography can teach you to improve your awareness level.”
“How highly should we honor the Macedonians, who for the greater part of their lives never cease from fighting with the barbarians for the sake of the security of Greece? For who is not aware that Greece would have constantly stood in the greater danger, had we not been fenced by the Macedonians and the honorable ambition of their kings?”
Source: Polybius: the histories
“How hindsight embarrasses us. It’s almost as if that’s her sole function, not reflection, not contextualisation, no. Just a note to let you know, on private moments of contemplation, just to say ‘oh dear, look what an idiot you were then’.”
“How historians explain time is one thing, but how we live time is quite another.”
“How hollow is the heart of man, and how full of excrement!”
“How hollow must your life be for you to waste it hating and oppressing others, whose lives are of no consequence to your own?”
“How hollow to have no secrets left; you shake yourself and nothing rattles. You're boneless as an anemone.”
Source: The Story of a Marriage: A Novel
“How honest is it that we drink until we are dehydrated?”
“How horrible it is to have so many people killed! And what a blessing that one cares for none of them!”
“How horrible, fantastic, incredible, it is that we should be digging trenches and trying on gas-masks here because of a quarrel in a faraway country between people of whom we know nothing.”
“How horribly rapid everything has been, from the days when men were not ashamed to talk of souls and of suffering and of hope to these low days of smiles that will never again be sly enough to hide the knowledge of betrayal and deceit.”
Source: The Beautyful Ones are Not Yet Born
“How Horrid" has a slightly facetious tone that strikes me as Wildean. It appears to embrace the actual horror--puberty, public disgrace--then at the last second nimbly sidesteps it, laughing.”
Source: Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic
“How horrifying that morning when you wake up and your first thought is not of the person who has left. That’s when you know, I will never die of a broken heart.”
Source: Salt and Saffron
“How...how do you feel about me?”
“I think it’s pretty obvious.”
“Let’s just say I need a detailed account.”
His lashes lifted and his eyes met mine. “I can do that for you.”
“Okay.” I leaned toward him.
“I never once stopped thinking about you when you were taken away. Four years. All I could hope was that you were in a good place. Never expected you to walk into school. Didn’t even allow myself to dream about that. And then you did, and seeing you blew me away. You were just like I remembered, but different. The hints of the girl I saw in you when we were younger were now right in front of me. The moment you said my name—the moment you hugged me I knew.” Rider reached between us, folding his hand around mine. “I knew I’d fall in love with you and I did. I love you, Mallory.”
My lips parted on an inhale. “What?”
“I love you, and not the kind of love we had for each other when we were younger, you know? Paige knows that. So does Hector. So did Jayden. I love you.”
Source: The Problem with Forever
“How?
How do you pull the sun from her sky?
Watch her spiral into darkness as planets shake and cry
How do you separate a star from her moon?
And ponder why nights are restless, blackened skies filled with an eerie doom
How do you contain the rain that aches to pour and play?
A summer’s day is lesser than she is because you took her rain away
How?
How can lovers so profound end in such shock and dismay,
Ripped from each other,
Just as love felt she'd found the one to stay,
How?”
Source: The Stars In Our Scars: A Collection of Unique, Healing and Inspirational Poetry
“How... how long do I have to go away for?'
He didn't reply.
'A week?' No answer. 'A month?' He shook his head slowly. My upper lip curled, but I forced myself in to neutrality. 'A year?' That much time away from him...
'I don't know.'
'But not forever, right?' Even if the blight spread to the Spring Court again, even if it could shred me apart... I would come back. He brushed the hair from my face. I shook him off. 'I suppose it'll be easier if I'm gone,' I said, looking away from him. 'Who wants someone around who's so covered in thorns?'
'Thorns?'
'Thorny. Prickly. Sour. Contrary.'
He leaned forward and kissed me lightly. 'Not forever,' he said onto my mouth.
And though I knew it was a lie, I put my arms around his neck and kissed him.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“How? How will it help to tell you that I see his face every time I close my eyes? That I wake up and cry when he's not there? That the memories are so strong I can't separate hers from mine anymore?”
“How Human beings are, that is how the society will be. So, creating human beings who are flexible and willing to look at everything rather than being stuck in their ideas and opinions definitely makes for a different kind of society. And the very energy that such human being carry will influence everything around them.”
“How human, to ruminate even when in mortal danger”
Source: Foundation's Fear
“How humans can allow such a place to exist right there in their greatest city is beyond my comprehension. This is the hell we create for ourselves in an unchecked capitalist democracy. Sink or swim. Well, I sank.”
Source: Hitler in the Madhouse
“How humans love plundering a forest, like spoiled children with their parents' ATM cards and no concept of moderation”
Source: Mother of God: An Extraordinary Journey into the Uncharted Tributaries of the Western Amazon
“How humid the heart, its messy rooms! We eat spicy food, sweat like wood and smolder like the coal mine that caught fire decades ago, yet still smokes more than my great-uncle who will not quit- or go out-”
Source: For the Confederate Dead
“How hurtful it can be to deny one's true self and live a life of lies just to appease others.”
“How hypocritical we are: We run after rewards in Ramadan, then forget Allah for 11 months. We sin anyway, blame the chained devil, and end up losing everything we earned.”
“How I act with her is my normal personality, he said. Maybe I’m just a weird person.”
Source: Normal People