H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“How little praise warms out of a man the good that is in him, as the sneer of contempt which he feels is unjust chill the ardor to excel.”
“How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.”
Source: La Fanfarlo
“How little room Do we take up in death, that, living, know No bounds!”
“How little that occurs to us in any way are we prepared at once to appreciate! We discriminate at first only a few features, and we need to reconsider our experience from many points of view and in various moods, to preserve the whole fruit of it.”
Source: The Journal, 1837-1861
“How little the color of a life jacket matters when we fall overboard. If something is important, it will be important under all circumstances. Otherwise, it's not important.”
“How little the public realizes what a girl must go through before she finally appears before the spotlight that is thrown upon the stage.”
“How little those things matter to me after all the loss, all the terrible things I have seen in this cursed war. But now, of course, it is too late. Perhaps this is a just punishment for those whohave been heartless, to understand only when nothing can be undone. Now all I can say that you were a good daughter, Miriam jo., and that I never deserved you. Now all I can do is ask for your forgiveness. So forgive me, Miriam jo. Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me.”
Source: A Thousand Splendid Suns
“How little those who are schoolgirls of today can realize what it was to be a schoolgirl in the fifties or the early sixties of the last century!”
Source: Marcella
“How little thought he had given to her since, how little imagination of her feelings — and after the great honour which she had done him. She had offered him herself and said she loved him.”
Source: The Message To The Planet
“How little we have, I thought, between us and the waiting cold, the mystery, death--a strip of beach, a hill, a few walls of wood or stone, a little fire--and tomorrow's sun, rising and warming us, tomorrow's hope of peace and better weather . . . What if tomorrow vanished in the storm? What if time stood still? And yesterday--if once we lost our way, blundered in the storm--would we find yesterday again ahead of us, where we had thought tomorrow's sun would rise?”
“How little we know of what there is to know.”
Source: The Hemingway Collection
“How little we know of what there is to know. I wish that I were going to live a long time instead of going to die today because I have learned much about life in these four days; more, I think than in all other time. I'd like to be an old man to really know. I wonder if you keep on learning or if there is only a certain amount each man can understand. I thought I knew so many things that I know nothing of. I wish there was more time.”
“How little we realize things till they come upon us personally. I believe I have been a perfect fiend of indifference, even intolerance, of deaf people, and now it's me. Well, I am determined to become the most Delightful Deaf Old Lady that ever existed and I am practicing to that end.”
Source: Letters of Susan Hale
“How little we really know about the life all around us. Would we be so cavalier and ruthless with it if we understood it better?”
“How little we understand
of the gifts we have been given
or the shape of the path
we took to reach our salvation.”
Source: What I Was Meant To Forget
“How little wives may realize that a biting, stinging word in the morning will rob a husband of efficiency the whole day long. But a loving, tender, beautiful word—a little prayer word—will fill him with music and will lead him into victory.”
“How little you know about the age you live in if you think that honey is sweeter than cash in hand”
“How little you know the age you live in," says a god in Ovid, "if you fancy that honey is sweeter than cash in hand.”
Source: Caesar and Christ - The Story of Civilization 03
“How living hurt. Living was an open wound.”
Source: The Complete Stories
“How lonely it is going to be now on the Yellow Brick Road.”
“How lonely it is!
To be drowning,
in a place
where everyone can swim.”
“How long a book tends to illustrate depends on the book. The Awful Aunty took me 10 days.”
“How long a time lies in one little word?”
“How long an actress lives professionally depends on her stamina, the extent of her masochism, her imagination, and her yearning for recognition or approval.”
“How long are women to remain a wholly unrepresented body of the people? This is a question that has of late been agitated in England, and women in this colony read, watch, and reflect...Why should not New Zealand also lead?...Why has a woman to power to vote, no right to vote, when she happens to possess all the requisites which legally qualify a man for that right?”
“How long are you going to keep watching others live their dreams without going after your own?”
“How long are you gonna ignore the fact that you can only be ignored so many times before you must start ignoring those who are ignoring you?”
“How long are you planning on us sitting up here, kid?" Brendan asked.
I looked over at him. He sat still, with his head leant back against the rooftop wall, his eyes closed, his hands resting on his lap.
"Sorry, is being here getting in the way of your beauty sleep?"
"I don't need beauty sleep, kid. I'm naturally this good-looking."
I snorted.
"Whatever makes you feel good, Shifter." No point boosting his ego.”
Source: Cranberry Blood
“How long?’
‘As long as it takes. Your time will be best spent acquiring a gift appropriate to the illegality of what you’ve asked me to do. Now go away.”
Source: Santa Grint
“How long before married people answer the dictators thus: Regardless of law, marriage has only one definition, and any government that attempts to change it is my mortal enemy. I will act to destroy that government and bring it down, so it can be replaced with a government that will respect and support marriage, and help me raise my children in a society where they will expect to marry in their turn.”
“How long before my dignity is reclaimed?”
“How long before the moonrise?" I asked.
"Not long," the Goblin King said. A grin spread across his face. "Not long enough for you to escape, at any rate."
"You have to give me a chance."
He crossed his arms. "No."
"A gentleman would honor the rules."
"Ah, but I am not a gentleman, Elisabeth.”
Source: Wintersong
“How long before we have, not just homosexual marriage, but homosexual unions between adult men and small boys?”
“How long before we white people get over our bitter resentments about being demoted to the status of equality with non-whites? . . . How long until we white people will stop insisting that blacks exercise personal responsibility, build strong families, educate themselves enough to edit the Harvard Law Review, and work hard enough to become President of the United States, only to threaten to assassinate them when they do?”
“How long can a man live on the outside before he loses his ability to love? How long before there's no more hope?”
“How long can a sea level adapted human withstand very high altitude exposures and company supplied drug use? In me, it took about three years to start displaying a variety of concerning health issues.”
“How long can I be a wall, keeping the wind off?
How long can I be
Gentling the sun with the shade of my hand,
Intercepting the blue bolts of a cold moon?
The voices of loneliness, the voices of sorrow
Lap at my back ineluctably.
How shall it soften them, this little lullaby?”
Source: The Collected Poems
“How long can I sit here not doing the thing
I want to do.”
Source: The Last Usable Hour
“How long can interest rates stay negative? Think about this. Not only are you lending your money to governments, but you're paying them interest for the privilege of doing so.”
“How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of oil, growing, working, dying, with hardly a thought of wind, and sky, and fields of grain, seeing only machine-made beauty, the mineral-like quality of life?”
“How long can we close our hearts to the despised and dispossessed? What are our slums, our penitentiaries, and our refugee camps if not a reflection of our own lovelessness?”
from the novel Hotel Noir”
“How long can we go without real leadership? It's like an experiment. It's [a problem with] both parties, it's beyond belief.”
“How long can we maintain? I wonder. How long before one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family. Will he make that grim connection.”
Source: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream
“How long can you fool yourself about the purpose of your life if you're not actually doing what defines you? An insurance salesman who doesn't sell insurance is just a man. A lifeguard away from the pool is just a person. Dance is what I do. It was a simple and as messed up as that.”
Source: The Ballerinas
“How long can you hear someone crying - how long can you hear someone dying - before you ask yourself why?”
“How long can you keep me invisible?" "As long as were in physical contact." My throat felt dry. "Holding hands?" That's how we'd done it last time. "Unless you had something else in mind?”
“How long can you tread water?”
“How long can you walk in a desert? Until your body can no longer move forward without water? No! The last point you can go is the point at which your mental strength is completely gone!”
“How long could we do this before you started bitching?" Simon said as we turned down another street of apartment buildings. "What?" "We've been walking for two days now, and you haven't complained once. It's damned annoying, you know." I looked at him. "If you don't complain, then I can't complain. Not without sounding like a whiny little snot.”
“How long could you love a woman who didn't love you, Cecil? A woman who didn't love me? Oh, all my life!”
Source: The Plays of Oscar Wilde