H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“How nice. Now the Germans can sleep in peace, knowing that they will not be invaded by us.”
“How Nietzsche saw it: Of course hope is an evil. In reality it is the worst of all evils, he said, for it prolongs the torments of man.”
Source: The Vulnerables
“How noble and good everyone could be if, every evening before falling asleep, they were to recall to their minds the events of the whole day and consider exactly what has been good and bad. Then without realizing it, you try to improve yourself at the start of each new day.”
Source: Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl
“How noble. Oh we would fell many...-you with magic and blade, whilst my weapons would be tooth and claw-but it would be futile in the end. They are too numerous.... We cannot defeat them, only be defeated. - Saphira”
“How noiseless falls the foot of time!”
Source: Poems
“How not to choose is the whole art of religion, how to drop into a choicelessness. But remember, don`t choose choicelessness! Otherwise, listening to me or to Sosan or Krishnamurti you will become enchanted by the word `choicelessness.` Your mind will say, "This is very good. Then ecstasy is possible and much bliss will happen to you if you become choicelessness. Then the door of the mysteries of life will be opened." The mind feels greedy. The mind says, "Okay, so I will choose choicelessness." The door is closed, only the label is changed, but you have fallen a victim of the old trick.”
“How not to imagine the tumors ripening beneath his skin, flesh I have kissed, stroked with my fingertips, pressed my belly and breasts against, some nights so hard I thought I could enter him, open his back at the spine like a door or a curtain and slip in like a small fish between his ribs, nudge the coral of his brains with my lips, brushing over the blue coil of his bowels with the fluted silk of my tail.”
“How not to miss those days when the sun was a happy companion that stayed to play all year round and kissed me a careless nut brown? When Mother caught the sweet rain in her well behind the house, and the air was so clear that the grass smelled green?”
Source: The Rice Mother
“How not to think of loss,
how it takes hold and grows: like lacuna
snails, slow and deliberate, on a reed?
Why is everything I see the past
I've tried to forget?”
Source: Monument: Poems New and Selected
“How Not to Use AI (Sonnet 2651-2652)
Every artist has a central art,
an art that defines their life,
keep that art pure and human,
till the day you die.
The medium may change with time,
but the material must be human.
I repeat, AI may assist humanity,
but not substitute humanity.
Humans are not much bright to begin with,
with all our jungle biases and prejudices,
and leaning heavily on generative ai,
would only turn society into meatmarket.
AI is not the problem, mindlessness is,
in fact, it's stupid not to make use of
a marvelous new instrument out of rigidity,
but you must draw a clear line between
human originality and ai assistance.
For example, I literally cannot remember when
was the last time I picked up a physical pen,
as all my books are written on a computer.
And at some point, I might even consider
using AI for minor bookcover edits,
not generate the cover mark you,
but strictly for tweaks of the images.
I won't even let your little bards and byrons
anywhere near my writing, let alone algorithms.
I am Naskar, the canon is Naskar, it'll remain Naskar,
till the universe collapses and the next one begins.”
Source: With Love From A Blue Rock
“How now! Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.”
“How now, my sweet creature of bombast! How long is't ago, Jack, since thou saw'st thien own knee?”
Source: King Henry IV, Part 1
“How now, wit! Whither wander you?”
“How Obama approaches judicial selection - and how Republicans respond - now becomes an important story and will remain so until the Senate shuts down judicial confirmations, probably in the summer of 2016 if Senate custom in presidential-election years is followed.”
“How obvious can it be? ... The purpose of makeup is to defy the degradations of time, and time is just a synonym for death.”
Source: False Memory
“How obvious it is now--the gift you gave him. All those letters, they were you... All those beautiful powerful words, they were you!.. The voice from the shadows, that was you... You always loved me!" Roxanne”
Source: CYRANO DE BERGERAC
“How obvious it is that color has its various connotations-hue, value, and intensity - and without the basic understanding of these three determining factors, we are somewhat limited in the proper use of color in rooms.”
“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.”
“How odd it is that sewing is thought to be 'women's work' when surgeons, sailors, and cowboys sew too. Yet how many female thoracic surgeons are there? And if precision motor activities are thought to be performed better by women, why wouldn't they make better surgeons too?”
Source: A Match to the Heart: One Woman's Story of Being Struck By Lightning
“How odd it is that we judge a woman by her clothes and the place she eats lunch and the subjects she talks about with her colleagues
on her coffee break, yet we don’t judge a man if he doesn’t grow his beard or if he works with women or speaks to them. Why do Saudi women allow subjugation to a man and adhere to men’s rules and conditions? Why did I?”
Source: Daring to Drive: A Saudi Woman's Awakening
“How odd it is that we so often weep for each other's distresses, when we shed not a tear for our own!”
Source: The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (Diversion Illustrated Classics)
“How odd Of God To choose The Jews.”
“How odd that Americans, and not just their presidents, have come to think of their Constitution as something separable from the government it's supposed to constitute. In theory, it should be as binding on rulers as the laws of physics are on engineers who design bridges; in practice, its axioms have become mere options. Of course engineers don't have to take oaths to respect the law of gravity; reality gives them no choice. Politics, as we see, makes all human laws optional for politicians.”
“How odd that girl's life looks Behind this soft eclipse! I think that earth seems so To those in heaven now. This being comfort, then That other kind was pain; But why compare? I'm wife! stop there!”
Source: Poems (EasyRead Comfort Edition)
“How odd that we spend so much time treating the darkness, and so little time seeking the light. The ego loves to glorify itself by self-analysis, yet we do not get rid of darkness by hitting it with a baseball bat. We only get rid of darkness by turning on the light.”
Source: Tears to Triumph: The Spiritual Journey from Suffering to Enlightenment
“How odd to watch a mortal kindle / Then to dwindle day by day / Knowing their bright souls are tinder / And the wind will have its way”
Source: The Name of the Wind: The Kingkiller Chonicle:
“How odd, that light should prevent one from seeing.”
Source: Dark Matter: A Ghost Story
“How odd, to suddenly glimpse a facet of me I didn't know existed. I guess it really isn't all that unusual to surprise oneself with an ugly bit of ego.”
Source: Identical
“How oddly akin is the hero to the early dead. Duration
doesn't interest him. For him, only ascent matters, steadfastly
he drives on and enters the altered constellation
of his constant danger. There few would find him. But
fate, which grimly shuts us in silence, suddenly inspired
sings him into the storm of his uproaring world.”
Source: Duino Elegies
“How oddly do life and death jostle each other in this strange world of ours! How nearly allied are smiles and tears!”
“How oddly holiness situated itself among the things of the world, how endlessly creation wrenched and strained under the burden of its own significance.”
Source: Home
“How oft a summer shower has started me; to seek the shelter of a hollow tree”
Source: Careless Rambles: A Selection of His Poems
“How oft, amid those overflowing streets,
Have I gone forward with the crowd, and said
Unto myself, "The face of every one
That passes by me is a mystery!”
Source: The Prelude
“How oft do they rescue or ruin us, through whimsy or design or a combination of both, the adults to whom we entrust our care!”
Source: The Monstrumologist
“How oft review; each finding, like a friend, Something to blame, and something to commend.”
“How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!”
“How oft, - be witness, Guardian of our days!... The sky besprinkled o'er with rainbow hues, As if angelic wings had wanton'd there.”
Source: A universal prayer ; Death ; A vision of heaven ; and A vision of hell
“How oft, in nations gone corrupt, And by their own devices brought down to servitude, That man chooses bondage before liberty. Bondage with ease before strenuous liberty.”
“How often a mother initiates a conversation with her child is not predictive of the language outcomes - what matters is, if the infant initiates, whether the mom responds.”
“How often a new affection makes a new man! The sordid, cowering soul turns heroic. The frivolous girl becomes the steadfast martyr of patience and ministration, transfigured by deathless love. The career of bounding impulses turns into an anthem of sacred deeds.”
“How often are the beauties of nature unheeded by man, who, musing on past ills, brooding over the possible calamities of the future, building castles in the air, or wrapped up in his own self-love and self-importance, forgets to look abroad, or looks with a vacant stare.”
“How often are you worrying about the present moment? The present moment is usually all right. If you're worrying, you're either agonizing over the past which you should have forgotten long ago, or else you're apprehensive over the future which hasn't even come yet. We tend to skip over the present moment which is the only moment God gives any of us to live.”
“How often could things be remedied by a word. How often is it left unspoken.”
“How often do I lull my seething blood to rest, for you have never seen anything so unsteady, so uncertain, as this heart.”
“How often do our heroes stand still? It's hard to imagine Spock and Kirk landing on a planet and just relaxing for a month or two. Just hanging out has nothing to do with boldly going where no one has gone before. What makes us different from every other creature is that we go places, places we've not gone before. We do it willingly, and often. What makes our work and our life interesting is discovery, surprise, and the risk of exploration.”
Source: Poke The Box: When Was the Last Time You Did Something for the First Time?
“How often do the poor daydream of a better life? Plenty, no doubt, and where does it get them? It is the poor who begin with a daydream and realize at some point that they have to get up, roll their sleeves, and start doing something about those day dreams who succeed. And there are many who have.”
“How often do the poor in the US get to stand in front of their nation's Marie Antoinette's and shove the stale, mass-produced cake of lower class reality back into their mouths?”
“How often do we contradict ourselves without ever knowing?”
“How often do we contradict the right rules of reason in the whole course of our lives! Reason itself is true and just, but the reason of every particular man is weak and wavering, perpetually swayed and turned by his interests, his passions, and his vices.”
Source: The Works ...: With the Author's Life and Character, Notes [etc.] In Eight Volumes
“How often do we do that, he wondered--look at someone and fail to see what's really there?”
Source: The Mermaid Chair