H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“How often we sin, how much we deceive, and all for what?... All will end in death, all!”
Source: War and Peace
“How often when we are comfortable, we begin to long for something new!”
Source: Grimm's Fairy tales: A new translation
“How often you are irresistibly drawn to a plain, unassuming woman, whose soft silvery tones render her positively attractive! In the social circle, how pleasant it is to hear a woman talk in that low key which always characterizes the true lady. In the sanctuary of home, how such a voice soothes the fretful child and cheers the weary husband!”
“How often you impress people when you have nothing and how often you oppress them when you have everything is what defines your real character!”
Source: Daily Drive 365
“How often, being moved under a false cause, if the person offending makes a good defense and presents us with a just excuse, are we angry against truth and innocence itself?”
Source: Essays of Montaigne
“How often, in this cold and bitter world, is the warm heart thrown back upon itself! Cold, careless, are we of another's grief; we wrap ourselves in sullen selfishness.”
Source: Life and literary remains of L.E.L. [ed.] by L. Blanchard
“How often, you wonder, has the direction of your life been shaped by such misunderstandings? How many opportunities have you been denied--or, for that matter, awarded--because someone failed to see you properly? How many friends have you lost, how many have you gained, because they glimpsed some element of your personality that shone through for only an instant, and in circumstances you could never reproduce? An illusion of water shimmering at the far bend of a highway.”
Source: The View from the Seventh Layer: Stories
“How often-even before we began-have we declared a task 'impossible'? And how often have we construed a picture of ourselves as being inadequate?...A great deal depends upon the thought patterns we choose and on the persistence with which we affirm them.”
“How old are you?"
"About fifteen, I think. Though I still feel the same as I always did," Bod said, but Mother Slaughter interrupted, "And I still feels like I done when I was a tiny slip of a thing, making daisy chains in the old pasture. You're always you, and that don't change, and you're always changing, and there's nothing you can do about it.”
Source: The Graveyard Book
“How old are you, anyway?"
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen."
I raise a brow.
"Almost. I'll be seventeen in two weeks. You?"
Part of me doesn't want to tell her. She'll be horrified. But part of me wants to know what she will do when she knows the truth. "How old do you think I am?"
She lifts a slender shoulder. "At first I thought maybe eighteen, but now I'm thinking at least nineteen. Maybe even twenty?"
"why's that?"
"You seem very ... experienced."
I nod. "You're close. Today's my birthday. I'm thirteen.”
Source: Brighter Than the Sun
“How old are you?" asks Plastic again.
"That doesn't matter," says StingRay. "What matters is how much stuff I know. People who know a lot of stuff don't need birthdays.”
Source: Toys Go Out: Being the Adventures of a Knowledgeable Stingray, a Toughy Little Buffalo, and Someone Called Plastic
“How old are you, Billie?”
“Thirty-three.”
“With such innocent eyes for a cutthroat Illicit reporter.”
She studied his expression, found it sincere. “Despite rumors to the contrary, not all of us fit the hard-hitting mold.”
“I see that.” He reached up and brushed an errant strand of hair from her cheek, a tender gesture that caught her completely off-guard. “And I like it.”
Source: The Fifth Favor
“How old are you exactly?"
The corner of his mouth curved up, the grin so ridiculously sexy it made butterflies take flight in her stomach. "Thirty-two."
"Hmm, eight year difference. Not exactly robbing the cradle, but I think I might have to rethink this whole thing between us." She kept her voice light, teasing.
He snorted and pinched her butt, making her yelp. "Think all you want, I'm not going anywhere.”
Source: Sworn to Protect
“How old are you Johnny" she asked. Sixteen." And what's that-a boy or a man?" He laughed. "A boy in time of peace and a man in time of war.”
Source: Johnny Tremain: and related readings
“How old are you?”
“Old enough to know better, but still young enough to do it again.”
Source: Her Knight in Black Leather
“How old are you?"
"Ten," answered Tangle.
"You don't look like it," said the lady.
"How old are you, please?" returned Tangle.
"Thousands of years old," answered the lady.
"You don't look like it," said Tangle.
"Don't I? I think I do. Don't you see how beautiful I am!”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-seven.”
Twenty-seven. Older than she’d thought. But still… “I’m thirty-four.”
He lifted a shoulder. “So?”
So? Joss sighed. “That’s seven years older than you.”
He grinned. “Seven years more experienced.”
Joss suppressed the urge to laugh hysterically. If he thought he’d be getting some kind of well-honed tantric experience from her, he’d be sorely let down. She was too damn tired to be some kind of Mrs. Robinson.
Like he even needed one.
“Look, you’re very sweet—”
His dramatic wince interrupted her. “Is there where you pat me on the head and tell me to run along now?”
It was Joss’s turn to laugh. “Something like that.”
“Are you sure I can’t interest you?” He set his broad grin to stun. “I’m really very good with my hands.”
Joss didn’t doubt it. “To which my flat tire can attest. But trust me, there are plenty of pretty girls your age in town who would happily volunteer for a demonstration.”
And Joss was blindingly envious of every one of them.
He slid his hands into his back pockets and set his jaw. “What if I don’t want a girl? What if I want a woman?”
Source: Troy
“How old are you? 'I'm four and a half!' You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key.”
“How old are you? I asked her. "Old enough to know better." she said.”
Source: THE CATCHER IN THE RYE
“How old are you? If your first reflex is to reply with your chronological age, the number on your birth certificate, you are only one-third correct. There are actually two additional, and more important, indicators of age. And the exciting news is that it is within your power to adjust both of these other "age indicators" and truly grow younger and live longer.”
“How old are you? Sixteen? S-seventeen? [asks security guard] Is seventeen legal?”
“How old are you? Twelve?" "Fourteen & three quarters." His eyes sparkled. "You're kind of little for fourteen and three quarters." "Am not," I replied indignantly. "I'm a sophomore this year. How old are you?" "Seventeen and two fifths." Hardy Cateses & Liberty Jones.”
“How old are you?" asked Door. Richard was pleased she had asked; he would never have dared. "As old as my tongue," said Hunter, primly, "and a little older than my teeth.”
Source: Neverwhere
“How old are you?” she asked. My answer was automatic and ingrained. “Seventeen.” “And how long have you been seventeen?” I tried not to smile at the patronizing tone. “A while,” I admitted. “Okay,” she said, abruptly enthusiastic. She smiled up at me.”
“How old are you?” – Nick “That many zeros and you just get tired of counting.” – Caleb”
“How old are you?” “Seventeen,” he answered promptly. “And how long have you been seventeen?” His lips twitched as he stared at the road. “A while,” he admitted at last.”
Source: Twilight: Twilight
“How old did they tell you I am?” she demanded, hurrying to match his pace.
Joel shook his head. “If my mother ever taught me anything, it was to never question a lady’s age.”
Source: Blistered
“How old do you have to be to make a bad drawing?”
Source: Making Comics
“How old do you have to be to think: this is forever?”
Source: Inseparable
“How old do you have to get before wisdom descends like a plastic bag over your head and you learn to keep your big mouth shut? Maybe never. Maybe you get more frivolous with age.”
“How old does a recipe have to be in order to be traditional? What should we think when an old industrial food like salted (corned) beef or pickled herring becomes a part of “traditional” ethnic cuisine?”
Source: Home Cooking in the Global Village: Caribbean Food from Buccaneers to Ecotourists
“How old is she now?" he asked. "Hard to say. She was a tree for a while. Now she's immortal.”
“How old is the lad?' inquired Barceló, inspecting me out of the corner of his eye.
'Almost eleven,' I announced.
Barceló flashed a sly smile.
'In other words, ten. Don't add on any years, you rascal. Life will see to that without your help.”
“How old is the sun? Sun not temporary, not chronological. There is the terra-celestial and the celestial. I am celestial, mon. I am here, there and everywhere. I live among men so I must adjust myself. When I go to other planet, I must adjust myself there, too, mon.”
“How old is too old to stop believing in, like, the tooth fairy? Like 12? I've got a cousin who is 18... Yeah, still believes in gay marriage.”
“How old is too old when you've a right knack with the sick?”
Source: Nerilka's Story
“How old the world is! I walk between two eternities.... What is my fleeting existence in comparison with that decaying rock, that valley digging its channel ever deeper, that forest that is tottering and those great masses above my head about to fall? I see the marble of tombs crumbling into dust; and yet I don't want to die!”
“How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?”
“How old you are has nothing to do with how wise, smart, or mature you've actually become.”
“How on earth can cow’s milk be considered an essential part of our diet when its purpose is to feed calves until they are old enough to be weaned? How does it make any sense at all that people are supposed to have it? Just because we have been doing it for centuries does not mean it is rational or good for us; it just means it was an available food source at some point, and has since become an acceptable part of the human diet.
"But essential? Not on your life. Good for you? No way. Talk about putting diesel fuel in a car that requires petrol. At least both diesel and petrol operate similar types of vehicles.”
Source: The Power and Simplicity of Self-Healing: With scientific proof that you can create your own miracle
“How on earth can otherwise sensible people get so involved in a football game? You could measure the lasting impact on the lives of the people who played it at just about zero.”
“How on earth can religious people believe in so much arbitrary, clearly invented balderdash?....The acceptance of a creed, any creed, entitles the acceptor to membership in the sort of artificial extended family we call a congregation. It is a way to fight loneliness. Any time I see a person fleeing from reason and into religion, I think to myself, There goes a person who simply cannot stand being so goddamned lonely anymore.”
Source: Palm Sunday: An Autobiographical Collage
“How on earth could that be done? If you try to laugh and say 'No' at the same time, it sounds like neighing - yet people are perpetually doing it in novels. If they did it in real life they would be locked up.”
“How on earth did it come about that all the things denounced in the Gospels are violently defended by the Christian sects?”
“How on earth do we have any chance at all finding men who match up? You have to take your chances on the ones who aren’t half bad.”
Source: Pride, Prejudice, and Other Flavors
“How on earth Traore gets into this team is beyond me. And he's a Champions League winner? Gimme a break.”
“How on earth was this woman a spinster? She was an earl's daughter, surely possessed of a large dowry. If none of the title-hungry, debt-ridden layabouts in Mayfair had seen fit to propose marriage, simple logic dictated there must be something remarkably off-putting about her. An unbearably grating voice, perhaps. A snaggletooth, or poor personal hygiene.
But she displayed none of those features. She was young and pretty, with no detectable odor. Her teeth were a string of pearls, and she had a voice like sunshine. There was nothing off-putting about her whatsoever. She was... on-putting, in every way.”
Source: The Wallflower Wager
“How on Earth was Uber, with its reported $10 billion loss from operations since 2016, and other gigantic creatures of the Internet Economy, able to flip the tedious “viability-profitability-expansion” route into an entirely new direction—“viability-expansion (maybe) profitability”?
Elementary—by ensuring consistent financing or, simply put, by having access to capital on the fly and turning their business models into platforms instead of building traditional pipes, so that acquiring new businesses is not a question—it is the answer.”
Source: Raise and Rise: Funding Sources for Your Startup in the Era of Digital Transformation & Blockchain
“How on the face of the earth could a man enjoy his religion, when he had been told by the Lord how to prepare for a day of famine, when, instead of doing so, he had fooled away that which would have sustained him and his family.”
“How one can live without being able to judge oneself, criticize what one has accomplished, and still enjoy what one does, is unimaginable to me.”