H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“How rare and wonderful is that flash of a moment when we realize we have discovered a friend.”
“How rare it is to come across a piece of writing that is unambiguous, unqualified, and also unblurred by understatements or subtleties, and yet at the same time urbane and tolerant. It is a vice of the scientific method when applied to human affairs that it fosters hemming and hawing and a scrupulousness that easily degenerates into obscurity and meaninglessness.”
“How rare it is to find a soul quiet enough to hear God speak.”
“How rare that an artist should make something which forces us to think, and encourages us to stop and think, to question why we behave the way we do.”
“How rare, that material is very expensive to write on. Only the highest nobles use it."
"We get it from a strange place called China,”
Source: Sensiti
“How rare to stare into the face of death...
Something I never intend to do again.”
“How rare true love maybe, it is less so than true friendship.”
“How rare were the tears of a dragon. We once lived in paradise and because of the corruption of an angel disgused as a dragon, all the world was cast into darkness. Now, as humans, we shed many tears-for what was lost, for what might of been, and for the end of friendships. Goodbye my true friends.”
“How rarely boyhood loves to paint in glowing tints his future bright, a picture where no line is faint--whose very clouds are touch'd with light. And girlhood hails a world unknown and reads it in her own glad dreams, as lilies see themselves alone reflected in their azure streams. But rosy clouds that morning brings, ere noon may deepen into thunder--and life's dark stream has sterner things than silver lilies growing under.”
“How rarely can happiness be really innocent and not triumphant, not an insult to the deprived.”
Source: A Word Child
“How rarely did other people’s faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?”
Source: Fahrenheit 451
“How rarely do our emotions meet the object they seem to deserve? How hopelessly we signal; how dark the sky; how big the waves. We are all lost at sea, washed between hope and despair, hailing something that may never come to rescue us.”
“How rarely in this world do men understand each other!”
Source: The Sorrows of Young Werther
“How rarely these few years, as work keeps up aloof,
Or fares, or one thing or another,
How we had days to spend under our parents' roof;
Myself, my sister, and my brother.
All five of us will die; to reckon from the past
This flesh and blood is unforgiving.
What's hard is that just one of us will be the last
To bear it all and go on living.”
“How rash to assert that man shapes his own destiny. All he can do is determine his inner responses.”
Source: Etty: The Letters and Diaries of Etty Hillesum, 1941-1943
“How ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene and dead ideas become obsessions.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)
“How readily our thoughts swarm upon a new object, lifting it a little way, as ants carry a blade of straw so feverishly, and then leave it.”
“How readily the bluebirds become our friends and neighbors when we offer them suitable nesting retreats!”
Source: John Burroughs' America: Selections from the Writings of the Naturalist
“How readily we crush our dreams, without even turning over the first stone, so willing to be the victims of circumstance! She felt utterly miserable on behalf of all the teenagers the world over and allowed herself a few minutes more self-pity for the life she’d wasted, and the ones so many more would throw away. Doing as you pleased at this age, without seeking the help and advice of those qualified to give it, equaled marching into a minefield.”
Source: The Watchmaker's Doctor
“How readily we push Jesus Christ off his judgment seat and take our place there to pronounce on others (though we've neither the knowledge nor the authority to judge anyone.)
None of us has ever seen a motive. Therefore, we don't know, we can't do anything more than suspect what inspires the action of another.”
Source: Reflections for Ragamuffins: Daily Devotions from the Writings of Brennan Manning
“How readily we wish time spent revoked, that we might try the ground again where once--through inexperience, as we now perceive--we missed that happiness we might have found!”
Source: The poetical works of William Cowper, ed: with notes and biographical introd. by William Benham
“How ready is heaven to those that pray!”
Source: Ben Jonson: Four Plays
“How real are reality shows on TV? I call them ‘acting on reality’. They’re not as real as reality.”
“How real is any of the past, being every moment revalued to make the present possible.”
Source: The Recognitions: A Novel
“How real is history? Is it just an enormous soup so full of disparate ingredients that it is uncharacterizable?”
Source: How the Irish Saved Civilization
“How red the rose that is the soldier”
Source: The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens
“How refreshing. A suspect beaten up BEFORE the LAPD showed up.”
“How regrettable it is to blush when you reveal yourself to others just as you are, and when you flee the oppotunity to examine yourself!”
Source: Frederick the Great's Philosophical Writings
“How reliable are the computer [climate] models on which possible future climates are based? Not very. All will agree that the task of modeling climate is vast, because of the estimates that have to be made and the rubbery quality of much of the data.”
“How Religion Works: If I obey, then God will love and accept me. The Gospel: I'm loved and accepted, therefore I wish to obey.”
“How remarkable,” Amelia said casually. “There’s still something left of you.” Plucking a handkerchief from her sleeve, she strode forward and tenderly wiped sweat and a smear of blood from his cheeks. Noticing his unfocused gaze, she said, “I’m the one in the middle, dear.”
“Ah. There you are.” Leo’s head bobbed up and down like a string puppet’s. He glanced at Merripen, who was providing far more support than Leo’s own legs were. “My sister,” he said. “Terrifying girl.”
“Before Merripen puts you in the carriage,” Amelia said, “are you going to cast up your accounts, Leo?”
“Certainly not,” came the unhesitating reply. “Hathaways always hold their liquor.”
Amelia stroked aside the dirty brown locks that dangled like strands of yarn over his eyes. “It would be nice if you would try to hold a bit less of it in the future, dear.”
“Ah, but sis…” As Leo looked down at her, she saw a flash of his old self, a spark in the vacant eyes, and then it was gone. “I have such a powerful thirst.”
Amelia felt the smart of tears at the corners of her eyes, tasted salt at the back of her throat. Swallowing it back, she said in a steady voice, “For the next few days, Leo, your thirst will be slaked exclusively by water or tea. Into the carriage with him, Merripen.”
Leo twisted to glance at the man who held him steady. “For God’s sake, you’re not going to put me in her custody, are you?”
“Would you rather dry out in the care of a Bow Street gaolkeeper?” Merripen asked politely.
“He would be a damn sight more merciful.” Grumbling, Leo lurched toward the carriage with Merripen’s assistance.”
Source: Mine Till Midnight
“How remarkable we are in our ability to hide things from ourselves - our conscious minds only a small portion of our actual minds, jellyfish floating on a vast dark sea of knowing and deciding.”
Source: The Story of a Marriage: A Novel
“How remorseless life is!”
Source: Selected Works of Virginia Woolf
“How remorseless must one be find pleasure in riding a Wilhelmina golden coach in the 21st century.”
Source: Roses in the Rainbow
“How remote we were too from the crazy musicians who arrived on a blustery fall day with the idea that, since this was a financial center, there would be a rain of coins from the tall buildings in response to their trumpet, guitar, and bass fiddle. The wind swirled their jazz among the canyons. I saw that no one was paying them the slightest attention. Feeling guilty, I threw them a quarter, but they didn't see it. They danced and made jazz in the cold, while upstairs we went on with our work, and they didn't exist, and it was nobody's fault.”
“How reprehensible it is when those blessed with commodities insist on ignoring the poor. Better to torment them, force them into indentured servitude, inflict compulsion and blows—this at least produces a connection, fury and a pounding heart, and these too constitute a form of relationship. But to cower in elegant homes behind golden garden gates, fearful lest the breath of warm humankind touch you, unable to indulge in extravagances for fear they might be glimpsed by the embittered oppressed, to oppress and yet lack the courage to show yourself as an oppressor, even to fear the ones you are oppressing, feeling ill at ease in your own wealth and begrudging others their ease, to resort to disagreeable weapons that require neither true audacity nor manly courage, to have money, but only money, without splendor: That’s what things look like in our cities at present”
Source: The Tanners
“How Republicans think: Healthcare for peasants is too expensive. Just let the sick ones die and tell the healthy ones to have more kids. Problem solved.”
Source: American Fascism: A German Writer's Urgent Warning To America
“How resilient was the body, to return to its prior form so quickly! Yet the mind was formed of a less pliable substance. The emptiness in her thoughts would not be so easily filled. Instead there was a hollowness among them-a place she had reserved for future joys which now would never arrive.”
Source: The Master of Heathcrest Hall
“How resistant we are to the logic, and to all the evidence, that those who delight to tattle with us about others, will tattle delightedly with others about us.”
Source: Mrs Clay: The Austen Expert's Companion to 'Persuasion'
“How responsible are you with what you are given? Are you the per- son who, when asked to do a job, can be counted on to get it done and get it done right? Don’t settle for just a field goal in life. Make the push for the last six inches and score a touchdown. Faithfulness, hard work, and dedication will gain the trust of others and take you further down the field.”
Source: First and Goal: What Football Taught Me About Never Giving Up
“How rewarding it would be" to “write the whole of one’s life thus bit by bit as a novel. . . . The pleasant parts would be doubly pleasant, the funny parts funnier, and sin and grief would be softened by a light of philosophic consolation.”
Source: The Sea, The Sea
“How rich a God our God is! He gives enough, but we don't notice it. He gave the whole world to Adam, but this was nothing in Adam's eyes; he was concerned about one tree and had to ask why God had forbidden him to eat it.”
Source: Table talk
“How rich are we that we can look on these worlds with the perspective of modern science ... that we do not have to wonder as did former men whether stars are jewels hanging from celestial drapery or peepholes in the astral skin of creation!”
“How rich art is, if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never empty of thoughts or truly lonely, never alone.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Vincent van Gogh (Illustrated)
“How rich is anyone who can simply see human faces.”
Source: The Hiding Place
“How ridiculous and how strange to be surprised at anything which happens in life”
Source: Marcus Aurelius and His Times
“How ridiculous it is to waste our lives experimenting with those things for which we already have the answers!”
“How ridiculous not to flee from one's own wickedness, which is possible, yet endeavor to flee from another's which is not.”
“how ridiculous we often are in our negations, our strutting self importance, our penchant for making labels and sticking them on people. As though labelling a person disposed of him!”
Source: It Occurred to Me
“How ridiculous! You're going to have the first black president apologize for slavery?”