H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“How precious is the family as the privileged place for transmitting the faith.”
“How precious you are in my life. I am forever grateful that God sent an angel to me. I love you most dearly.”
“How preposterous and ruthless time is; just a slight hesitation, and it will strip your life down. You will be left heartbroken, and there will be no turning back.”
Source: 镇魂
“How presumptuous of someone to think the world is interested in a half-dozen or eight or 10 of their kids.”
“How presumptuous they had both been never to consider growing old as an achievement and a challenge. Aging was something they'd both wanted so much to avoid.”
“How pretty she was...how pretty, I thought, to have vanished without a trace.”
Source: Human Acts
“How privileged you are, to be still
passionately
clinging to what you love;
the forfeit of hope has not destroyed you.”
Source: Averno
“How promising you are as a Student of the Game is a function of what you can pay attention to without running away. Nets and fences can be mirrors. And between the nets and fences, opponents are also mirrors. This is why the whole thing is scary. This why all opponents are scary and weaker opponents are especially scary. See yourself in your opponents. They will bring you to understand the Game. To accept the fact that the Game is about managed fear. That its object is to send from yourself what you hope will not return.”
Source: Infinite Jest
“How prone all human institutions have been to decay; how subject the best-formed and most wisely organized governments have been to lose their check and totally dissolve; how difficult it has been for mankind, in all ages and countries, to preserve their dearest rights and best privileges, impelled as it were by an irresistible fate of despotism.”
Source: The Papers of James Monroe: Selected correspondence and papers, 1776-1794
“How prone poor Humanity is to dam up the minutest remnants of its freedom, and build an artificial roof to prevent it looking up to the clear blue sky.”
“How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!”
Source: The Odyssey of Homer
“How prone we are to come to the consideration of every question with heads and hearts pre-occupied! How prone to shrink from any opinion, however reasonable, if it be opposed to any, however unreasonable, of our own! How disposed are we to judge, in anger, those who call upon us to think, and encourage us to enquire! To question our prejudices seems nothing less than sacrilege; to break the chains of our ignorance, nothing short of impiety!”
Source: Course of popular lectures
“How protean are the devices available to human intelligence when it lends itself to the persistence of the conformist error.”
“How proud I am, dancing in the air full of eyes rubbing at me uncovered, unable to look away because of what I am. Those poor hop toads behind me are silent. I've conquered them. They thought to use and shame me but I win out by nature, because a true freak cannot be made. A true freak must be born. (20)”
Source: Geek Love
“How proud I am to be compared to Oprah. I really admire her. She's a minority woman and she's done all this by herself... I'm very happy to be Oprah with salsa and not Donahue in drag.”
“How prudently most men creep into nameless graves, while now and then one or two forget themselves into immortality.”
“How pure your longing to be anything other than yourself.”
Source: Lucifer at the Starlite: Poems
“How puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what I'm going to be, from one minute to another.”
Source: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass
“How puzzlingly fitting one can be, a couple of opposites. She was loud and fiery; he was quiet and cold. She always defended him verbally; he always defended her physically.”
“How queer, this old armchair had outlived him, this old chair--' And feeling the creases in its leather, the dent in its back where her father's head had lain, she would hate the inanimate thing for surviving, or perhaps love it and find herself weeping.”
Source: The Well Of Loneliness
“How quick and rushing life can sometimes seem, when at the same time it's so slow and sweet and everlasting.”
Source: Tomorrow
“How quick come the reasons for approving what we like!”
Source: Persuasion In Modern English
“How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!”
“How quickly a person in pain whom you can't help becomes a reproach. And then, no doubt, a thorn.”
Source: Without a trace
“How quickly a truly benevolent act is repaid by the consciousness of having done it!”
“How quickly a zek (a prisoner) gets cheeky-or, putting it in literary language, how quickly a man's requirements grow.”
“How quickly do we grow accustomed to wonders. I am reminded of the Isaac Asimov story Nightfall, about the planet where the stars were visible only once in a thousand years. So awesome was the sight that it drove men mad. We who can see the stars every night glance up casually at the cosmos and then quickly down again, searching for a Dairy Queen.”
“How quickly he fell; how soon it was over.”
Source: The Secret History
“How quickly jealous I become of the wind when it, and not I, gets the privilege of properly messing up your hair.”
Source: Chasers of the Light: Poems from the Typewriter Series
“How quickly my life has become another life. How pitiless this becoming is, and yet how slow am I to adapt.”
Source: Notes on Grief
“How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry.”
Source: The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
“How quickly one accepts the incredible if only one sees it enough.”
Source: I Am Legend
“How quickly people can forget you, until they want something from u" and when they are done with you, you are not even a stranger but an invisible person who doesn't even exist.”
“How quickly people can forget you, until they want something from you and when they are done with you, you are not even a stranger but an invisible person who doesn't even exist.”
“How quickly people changed, with their interests, their feelings. Well-made phrases replaced by well-made phrases, time is a flow of words coherent only in appearance, the one who piles up the most is the one who wins.”
Source: The Story of a New Name
“How quickly pettiness returns, and that most ignoble form of real estate, the possessive occupation and tyranny over two square inches of human flesh, the wife's cunt.”
Source: Beautiful Losers
“How quickly revolutions grow old; and, worse still, respectable.”
“How quickly self rises to the surface, and the instrument is ready to believe he is something more than an instrument! How sadly easy it is to make of the very service God entrusts us with a pedestal on which to display ourselves. But God will not share His glory with another, and therefore does He "hide" those who may be tempted to take some of it unto themselves. It is only by retiring from public view and getting alone with God that we can learn our own nothingness.”
Source: Elijah
“How quickly the apparently solidly laid foundation of one's existence could crumble.”
Source: The Pigeon
“How quickly the dragon of addiction began to roar through Rayya’s blood—demanding what it always demands: more, more, more.
Soon Rayya went from needing one morphine pill a day to two pills a day to three a day, to one pill every hour, to two pills every hour, to clusters of pills at a time—until, within a matter of a few weeks, she was yelling into the phone to her doctors, “This shit doesn’t fucking work on me! You gotta give me something stronger, or I swear to fucking God I will go out there on Fourteenth Street and find something stronger and shoot it right into my fucking veins—and don’t think I don’t know how!”
So then they gave her methadone. And then they gave her fentanyl patches (“something stronger,” to be sure), which worked beautifully until they didn’t—until her addict’s brain became resistant to the powers of even this most formidable and dangerous of drugs.
That’s when Rayya had the inspired idea to add a bit of cocaine to the mix, “to give me a little bump and help me stay awake”—and she bought her first gram of coke in nearly twenty years and put it right up her nose, to tremendous and obvious relief.
Was that when she officially lost her sobriety and sanity?
Or was it the next night—when she shot the remainder of the cocaine into her arm (“better than the nose, as always,” she said) and then chased it with a few morphine pills, then downed a handful of muscle relaxants just for good measure, and then informed me as she was nodding off into oblivion that “a hole just opened up through our bedroom ceiling and my ancestors are rolling in, four layers deep”?
Was that the moment of relapse?
Or had it started long before the cancer even appeared? Had she fallen off the wagon many years earlier, when she decided to start drinking and hide it from everyone? Or had she begun sliding back into addiction when she had stopped going to twelve-step meetings because she got annoyed with all those “rigid bitches” in the rooms, and because she didn’t want to work a program anymore? Or had her decline begun even before then, when she stopped letting people know how much emotional pain she was in, and decided to keep her suffering a secret from those who loved her?
Or was it all of that combined?
Does an avalanche happen suddenly, or does it begin with the first flake of snow that sticks to the edge of the mountain?”
Source: All the Way to the River
“How quickly the new and strange becomes old and familiar.”
Source: Shadows
“How quickly the shell of a routine is shattered.
Any routine, however solid it may be, is obliterated by the unexpected.”
Source: La encomienda
“How quickly they grow apart, when there is something to be superior about.”
Source: Down Among the Sticks and Bones
“How quickly was every bad thing discovered to be the fault of the previous administration (an evil set of men who wedded general stupidity to wickedness of purpose).”
Source: Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell
“How quickly we forget God's great deliverances in our lives. How easily we take for granted the miracles he performed in our past.”
Source: God Is Faithful: A Daily Invitation into the Father Heart of God
“How quickly we forget winter when summer comes, the terrible storm when the dark clouds go, the horrible floods when the rain stops, how quickly we forget the nightmares of darkness when the sun rises! Forget, my friend, forget, but do not forget that you will always be reminded of what you have forgotten!”
“How quiet it is,' Danny said, digging in his knapsack for the canteen full of water he had brought. 'You don’t realize how scary it is, having a whole mountain on top of you, until you’re in the dark as I was in that tunnel, or when you begin hearing the silence.'
'I didn’t know you could hear silence,' said Irene.
'Then just listen.'
They sat still, and Danny added, 'Put out the flashlights for a minute.'
In the dark, they understood what he meant. All the familiar noises of the upper world were gone: the wind, the rustle of branches or leaves, the chirping of birds, the sounds of automobiles and doors slamming, and people laughing. There was nothing but the faint tinkle of droplets of water, each drop like a distant musical chime, and each one pursued by tiny echoes. Then, after such a note had sounded there would be a long and empty quiet in which they could hear their own breathing and the steady beating of their hearts. They found themselves straining their eyes to see something, anything — the slightest sign of light, but they could not even tell the difference between opening their eyes and shutting them.
Irene burst out suddenly, 'Put on the lights!'
Danny let out his breath with a whoosh. They all snapped on their lamps, and as the welcome light flooded the chamber, he said, 'It’s — it’s like being buried alive.'
'Don’t let’s try that experiment again,' Irene said, with a shiver. 'I just hope we get out of here before our flashlights give out.”
Source: Danny Dunn and the Fossil Cave
“How quiet the writing, how noisy the printing.”
“How radiant is the heart that endures the fiercest storms, yet remains gentle and humble, carrying a quiet grace that shines like dawn after the night.”
Source: The Light in the Heart
“How rare and beautiful a thing, I thought, that this child of two worlds exists at the same time, in the same place as me.”
Source: Voyage of the Damned