H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck chlamydia?”
“How much would he lose his mind if he couldn’t find her one night, and then found her with me?
The thought made me smile.”
Source: Nightfall
“How much would our churches be transformed if each of us made it a practice to thank God for others and then to tell those others what it is about them that we thank God for?”
Source: A Call to Spiritual Reformation: Priorities from Paul and His Prayers
“How much would you give to make your dream a living reality? Use the time you have.”
“How much would you pay to avoid a second Depression?”
“How much would you pay...for the Universe?”
“How much would you want to stand at the wrong end of a shooting gallery?”
“How much wrong have we done unintentionally, meaning the best”
“How much you can learn when you fail determines how far you will go into achieving your goals.”
Source: The Light in the Heart
“How much you discipline your mind to step out of its routines and look into new ways of doing things that you haven't yet adopted, is what will determine your economic potential.”
“How much you groom somebody else is more important than who grooms you.”
“How much you love yourself and how you feel about yourself are directly proportionate to the quality and integrity of your word. When you are impeccable with your word, you feel good; you feel happy and at peace.”
“How much you move affects your strength, your power, your balance, how you look, how you think, how well you withstand the high winds and rain showers of life and how long you will stand. Everyone needs concentrated doses of several kinds of movement to remain functional.”
“How much you write, That much you learn!”
“How much your life sucks, or how awesome your life is, is really all determined by how much fear controls your life.”
“How Mughal paintings signified cannot be argued out here, but my point is that the work of categorizing must–if Indian paintings are to emerge from the margins of art history–make room for a return to questions about how they mattered to viewers.”
Source: A Magic World: New Visions of Indian Painting
“How must it have felt for Jayfeather to discover that she wasn't his mother? She'd lied to him since birth. Leafpool had too. Was that why he was so sharp with his Clanmates? Had bitterness hollowed out his heart? And yet she knew there was warmth there. His harshness was like snow in leaf-bare, hiding buds that would blossom when greenleaf returned. I have to live! She had so much still to share with him. "I'm sorry we deceived you," she whispered, wondering if there was any way he might hear. He is a medicine cat, after all. "It was wrong of us. But I hope one day you will let go of the hurt we caused you." She swished his tail along his spine, hope sparking in her chest as she saw his pelt smooth a little.”
Source: Squirrelflight's Hope
“How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!”
Source: Frankenstein: ; Or, The Modern Prometheus
“How my achievements mock me!”
“How my emotions starred as I played! During one of this tug-of-war contest between knowing right and doing wrong, I wrote the words to a song on my own for the first time.”
Source: I Still Believe
“How my eyes see, perspective, is my key to enter into His gates. I can only do so with thanksgiving. If my inner eye has God seeping up through all things, then can't I give thanks for anything? And if I can give thanks for the good things, the hard things, the absolute everything, I can enter the gates to glory. Living in His presence is fullness of joy- and seeing shows the way in.”
“How my fingers led me astray! Those who never sext —always stay out of trouble!”
“How my heart and soul are feeling Today?
In pieces”
“How my heart missed beating like this. For him. Only for him.”
Source: The Hardest Fall
“How? My longest relationship was two years and that was over when I was twenty-four.' // 'I'm talking about you and me,' she said”
Source: Everything I Know About Love
“How my relationship with my parents influenced my writing, really not at all. My dad was a mechanic, my mom a nurse.”
“How myopic it is to view His ministry as all crucifixion and no resurrection!”
“How mysterious it is that
I was betrayed by seeing
through the eyes and
only my blind heart
showed me the right path
- the interior life”
Source: ANAMIKA: BEYOND WORDS
“How mysterious it is, to be in love. For you can be in love with one who knows nothing of you. Perhpas our greatest happinesses spring from such longings-being in love with one who is oblivious of you.”
“How naive and foolish the young are to imagine that they understand the loneliness of great age, the outliving of your contemporaries, anyone to whom your century of memory might make any sense.”
Source: The Heart Can Be Filled Anywhere on Earth
“How naive Lore had been, despite being the daughter of a father no one spoke of, despite the strange, incomplete conversations at her mother’s deathbed; how again and again she was caught up short by the discovery that other people had stories they didn’t tell, or told stories that weren’t entirely true. How mostly you got odd chunks torn from the whole, impossible truly to understand in their damaged form.”
Source: Eleven Hours
“How narrow is the vision that exalts the busyness of the ant above the singing of the grasshopper.”
Source: The New Frontier and Sand and Foam
“How narrow our souls become when absorbed in any present good or ill! It is only the thought of the future that makes them great.”
“How narrow we selfish conceited creatures are in our sympathies! How blind to the rights of all the rest of creation!”
Source: The Wilderness Journeys
“How natural it is to destroy what we cannot possess, to deny what we do not understand, and to insult what we envy!”
“How natural that the errors of the ancient should be handed down and, mixing with the principles and system which Christ taught, give to us an adulterated Christianity.”
“How nature loves the incomplete. She knows If she drew a conclusion it would finish her.”
Source: Fry: Plays Two
“How near to good is what is fair!”
“How necessary it is at all times to watch against the attempted encroachment of power, and to prevent its running to excess.”
Source: Rights of Man: Being an Answer to Mr. Burke's Attack on the French Revolution
“How necessary it is to cultivate a spirit of joy. It is a psychological truth that the physical acts of reverence and devotion make one feel devout. The courteous gesture increases one's respect for others. To act lovingly is to begin to feel loving, and certainly to act joyfully brings joy to others which in turn makes one feel joyful. I believe we are called to the duty of delight.”
“How necessary Sundays have become. I reach for them like sleeping lovers on the other side of my earth or my mattress.”
“How next generation can become casteless?
Educating the next generation for a caste-free society requires more than tokenistic inclusion; it demands a pedagogical revolution rooted in equality, empathy, critical thinking, and epistemic justice. The present educational system, as Ambedkar noted in Annihilation of Caste, is complicit in “manufacturing obedient caste minds” that naturalize hierarchy rather than challenge it. Therefore, education must first deconstruct the hidden curriculum of caste—the ways in which textbooks, classroom practices, language, and institutional norms reinforce dominant caste narratives while marginalizing Dalit-Bahujan voices. Schools must be restructured as spaces of liberation, not discipline, by incorporating the writings, histories, and philosophies of Ambedkar, Savitribai Phule, Ayyankali, Periyar, and other anti-caste thinkers into core curricula, not just as electives or afterthoughts. Pedagogy must shift from rote memorization to dialogic, experiential learning that cultivates empathy and reflexivity in students. Teachers themselves must be sensitized through anti-caste training, and diversity in teaching staff—especially Dalit and Adivasi educators—must be actively pursued through affirmative hiring. Importantly, education should challenge caste not only intellectually but institutionally, through caste-free hostels, fair admissions, and safe grievance mechanisms. As Paulo Freire argued in Pedagogy of the Oppressed, “education is either a practice of freedom or a practice of domination”—and in caste society, it has largely been the latter. The next generation must be trained not just to understand caste, but to actively dismantle it, through critical consciousness, solidarity practices, and ethical citizenship. Only when children are taught that caste is not cultural heritage but a violation of human dignity—and are given the tools to resist it—can education become the foundation of a truly egalitarian India.”
“How nice -- to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”
Source: Conversations with Kurt Vonnegut
“How nice for you. Now I want you to promise me that if I move, you won't do something stupid." Macey was just starting to protest when Hale stopped and brought his hand to his ear. "Besides, there's someone who wants to talk to you." He held out the extra earbud, whispering softly in the too quiet room. "It goes in your ear and---"
But before he could finish, Macey rolled her eyes and placed the bud in her ear. "This is peacock," she whispered.
She watched Hale's eyes go wide as she heard a very familiar voice say, "You're not getting extra credit for this. Now"---Macey's teacher took a long, easy breath---"whats going on in there?”
Source: Double Crossed: A Spies and Thieves Story
“How nice for you to be related to such an important sort of demon,” said Alastair dryly.
“If it actually cared that James was related to an ‘important’ demon, it should have said something to me, too,” said Lucie. “I am his sister. I do not appreciate being overlooked.”
Source: Chain of Gold
“How nice it would be to be dead if only we could know we were dead. That is what I hate, the not being able to turn round in the grave and to say It is over.”
Source: The Annotated Collected Poems
“How nice of Acheron to send us a playmate. (Daimon) Play is for children and dogs. Now that you have identified which category you fall into, I'll show you what Romans do to rabid dogs. (Valerius)”
Source: Seize The Night
“How nice that must be, to blend in with unexceptional people in that banal, work-a-day banter. Like regular people.”
Source: Tied Within
“How nice the human voice is when it isn't singing.”
“How nice, then, to go to Waterstones and not to have to disinfect yourself when you get home; yet sometimes as a reader I feel nostalgic for disorder, for the random and unpredictable. I find myself wanting to be free from categorization, or to introduce another kind; I wish bookshops had a shelf called Really Interesting Books. We all know what a RIB is, I think. It's a book that is about more than you imagined when first you picked it up. RIBs are like treasure maps—the marks on the paper are only symbolic indications of the riches to be recovered. They tell you things you always somehow knew, but had never been able to articulate. A RIB is like going on your travels, but also somehow like arriving home.”
Source: A Memoir of My Former Self: A Life in Writing