H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“How right it had felt at each moment he had met them all. How certain that they plunged towards something bigger than even this moment.”
Source: The Raven King
“How right it is to love flowers and the greenery of pines and ivy and hawthorn hedges; they have been with us from the very beginning.”
Source: Vincent van Gogh
“How right politicians are to look upon their constituents as cattle! Anyone who has any experience of dealing with any class as such knows the futility of appealing to intelligence, indeed
to any other qualities than those of brutes.”
“How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas of experience, a testament to life and one's capacity to endure it.”
“How right the working classes are in their "materialism." How right they are to realize that the belly comes before the soul, not in the scale of values but in point of time!”
Source: Facing Unpleasant Facts: Narrative Essays
“How right- how incredibly, utterly right- and how impossible!”
Source: The Witch of Blackbird Pond
“How romantic and dreamy.” My mistress sighed. “I should make someone pick a lover’s quarrel with me.”
“I could do it.” The jest slipped out, my brain catching up seconds later to what my mouth had just said.
“Would you, really?” Viola asked quietly.
The mood shifted, the light, playful air between us dissolving.”
Source: The Maid's Secret
“How rough your hands still are.”
Embarrassed, she made to pull them away, but he held them fast. “Yet never have I longed to kiss any woman’s hands as I long to kiss these.”
Source: The Maid of Fairbourne Hall
“How rude could you get? She was treating a boy she'd only just met as an inferior being. The only other person I can think of who does that is a Saiyan prince.”
Source: やはり俺の青春ラブコメはまちがっている。1
“How rude for the created to tell the Creator "I wasn't worth it. You didn't do a good job when you made me. I wasn't worth dying for." You don't get a choice! He's the one who gets to decide.”
“How rude of me, we haven’t even introduced ourselves. We’re the Andersons. I’m Evan, the lovely size-zero lass in the floppy sun hat is my wife Amy, and these are our best friends/children, Evan and Amy Jr. As you can see, we’re very fit and active. You know what our family’s average percentage of body fat is? Three. Yes, really. We got it tested last year when we all became organ donors.
You may have noticed that I’m carrying Amy on my back. We do that a lot. At least once a day, and not just when we’re in fields like this; we do it on beaches and in urban environments as well. That’s what happens when your love is deep and playful like ours. You should also know that we also dab frosting on each other’s noses every single time we eat cupcakes, which is both mischievous and very us. Do you guys even eat cupcakes?”
“How rude would I be, walking around and saying: 'Hello. I'm Eleanor Mondale. My father was vice president of the United States. Treat me differently.”
“How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun." Jem still had his eyes closed. "If they mean it gives you a headache, they aren't wrong.”
Source: The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Angel; Clockwork Prince; Clockwork Princess
“How ruthless and vile and hard and right the young are.”
“How's it go--- Whoa."
Jae stood in front of the full-length multisided mirror in the back as Quinn fussed with his outfit. He was dressed in a slim-fitting maroon suit that somehow highlighted all of his best assets and drew attention to ones I didn't even know he had.
He met my eyes in the mirror. "You approve?"
It took everything in me to not shout, YES, ABSOLUTELY, BUY IT NOW AND WEAR IT OUT OF THE STORE, so I just nodded like a bobblehead on the dashboard of a car hitting every single pothole on a Chicago street.”
Source: Guilt and Ginataan
“How's it going, man."
"They found a carrot in my brain."
"Sounds like a weird trip.”
Source: Elephant Bangs Train
“How's it looking out there, Mama?"
"Like all the Mardi Gras revelers have converged on this place," Eudora said. "The line of people waiting for tables stretches all the way to the French Quarter. You'd better put on a second pot of gumbo, because you have a whole lot of hungry mouths to feed."
"That's just the way I like it," Tiana said as she added a few dashes of Tabasco to the pot. Her daddy's dinged-up pot might not shine like the new copper and steel cookware in her gleaming kitchen, but Tiana refused to use anything else to cook her gumbo.”
Source: Almost There
“How's married life?" Hayley had asked, a sly tilt to her smile
"He's being awaful. He wants to change everything"Callie wailed to hayley a bit melodramatic even to her own ears.
"Of course he wants to change things."
"Why" Callie demanded so petulantly. "We did things just fine before he got here."
"Because he's a ranchman, not a trained pony" Hayley said exasperatedly”
Source: A Mail-Order Groom for their Unexpected Family
“How's Mother?"
"In and out." As I said it I wondered which was the bad way: in or out? Was she lost when she was in her mind or out of it?”
Source: Erasure
“How’s my guest keeping? Is she showing signs of cracking?” It amused her to know that the men hearing her on the other end of the transmission got nothing but a very mechanical simulation of her voice, a little precaution that kept her identity and voice pattern unrecognisable.
“She’s holding out well. A tough cookie, probably ex-services. She knows she’s being watched.”
“Good, more fun for later. Fleet Security are searching section by section down there. Make sure your perimeter monitors are functioning properly. I want no slip-ups.”
“There won’t be, Leader.”
“Make sure of it. I expect Heron will persuade his superiors he should be allowed to accept my terms soon, and I want him captured and shipped. But first I’m looking forward to a little sport with him.”
Source: First into the Fray
“How's my hair? Is there trouble in the west wing? (Refers to large curls.) These are actually my lungs. My Aquanet lungs. They kick in on the high notes.”
Source: Hedwig and the Angry Inch
“How’s that for emotion?” He said, wielding that grin against me. “Very convincing,” I said, the words coming out as a heavy exhale. “If this whole god thing doesn’t work out, you should try the theater.”
Source: For the Gods' Sake
“How's that sister of yours?" I ask, changing the subject.
"She's waiting to beat you again at checkers."
"Is that right? Well, tell her I was goin easy on her. I was tryin' to impress you."
"By losing?"
I shrug. "It worked, didn't it?"
I notice her fidgeting with her dress as if she needs to fix it to impress me. Wanting to ease her anxiety, I slide my fingers down her arm before capturing her hand in mine.
"You tell Shelley I'll be back for a rematch," I say.
She turns to me, her blue eyes sparkling. "Really?"
"Absolutely.”
Source: Perfect Chemistry
“How's that wrestling match with God going?" Pigpen asks. "From here you look mighty tired.”
Source: Walk the Edge
“How's the job hunt going? I said. She sighed. I can't help laughing when people do stupid things, she said, so basically I'm unemployable.”
Source: Theories of Everything
“How's the training?'
She gave him a smile- a true one. 'Good. We're learning how to disembowel a male.'
Lucien choked on his drink, nearly spewing it onto her head. Cassian appeared, a cup of tea steaming in his hands, and passed it to her before he declared proudly to Lucien, 'As you'd expect, Nes excels at it.'
Mor lifted her glass in a mockery of a toast. 'My favourite part of training.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“How’s things, man?” The black man extended his hand for a handshake. Mathematical formulae were jotted on the sleeve of his shirt, right up to the elbow.
“Very good,” said Peter. It had never occurred to him before that dark-skinned people didn’t have the option of jotting numbers on their skin. You learned something new about human diversity every day.”
Source: The Book of Strange New Things
“How's your career looking?'
'Well, I don't have an arse two inches in front of my nose, so my view beats yours.”
Source: Slow Horses
“How's your current air supply?"
"Enough to get us home if we don't stop for pizza.”
Source: Dragon
“How’s your dance card look?” “Double-check your century Jules. No dance cards.” Jules shrugged & gave me his most flirtatious smile.”
Source: Until I Die
“How's your day?"
"Weird," he said with a shake of the head.
"A flower shushed me today."
He huffed a laugh. "You win.”
Source: Wonderland Academy
“How’s your first week so far?” Isabele asks.
“Well, let me see,” I begin. “Chloe says my penmanship is shit, and I was only thirty minutes early this morning, which apparently means I’m late, but on the bright side, she thinks her non-fat, half-sweet, no-whip soy latte didn’t taste right and then she told me she’s not paying for it. Other than that, work is just fine.”
Source: Hello, Privet! #1 : Hello/Привет
“How's your girlfriend? Sorry I didn't stay for an introduction."
"She's not my girlfriend. We worked together on a downsizing."
Layla lifted an eyebrow. "What exactly did you downsize that involved the removal of your pants?”
Source: The Marriage Game
“How's your hand?'
He flexed his bandaged hand, studying the white bindings, stark and clean against his sun-kissed skin. 'I didn't thank you.'
'You don't need to.'
But he shook his head, and his golden hair caught and held the morning light as if it were spun from the sun itself.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“How's your humor? What can you do to have more humorous lines to use in the right place at the right time? I highly recommend it! Laughter is the best medicine indeed. Not only will you enjoy the experience yourself, but the people around you will enjoy the entertainment.”
Source: The Art of Connection: 8 Ways to Enrich Rapport & Kinship for Positive Impact
“How's your room?"
"You could see for yourself if you popped in."
"Is that a line?"
"I don't know. Is it? Do you feel the compulsion to rush over to room 306 and see me right now? I promise I'll make it worth your while."
"Sorry, no compulsion."
"Too bad." He lowered his voice. "I'm still sore from hefting all those heavy platters in Auckland, and if you want me at the top of my beefcake game for your shoot tomorrow, you could give me that massage."
She laughed, a joyous sound that shot straight to his heart. Head. Gut. Wherever. "Nice try, but I'll pass."
"Your loss, sweetheart. Just think, you could be here right now, having me splayed on the bed at your mercy, all that bare skin to explore, running your hands over my pectorals, my biceps, my latissimus dorsi---"
"I hope that's not a fancy anatomical term for anything below the waist."
He guffawed, enjoying their sparring way too much. "You sure I haven't tempted you?"
She hesitated for a moment, before replying. "Maybe a little, but I really have to prep for tomorrow. I'm meeting with the head chef in thirty minutes to run through the dishes, then I'll need a few hours to go through my planning."
"Anything I can do to help?"
"Just bring the beefcake at eight sharp in the morning."
"Yes, ma'am."
"And Manny?"
"Yeah?"
"If I ever lose my mind and decide to give you a massage, I'll be starting at your very impressive gluteus maximus.”
Source: The Man Ban
“How sacredly do [we] regard the good name of another?...Do we pass on spicy bits of entertaining conversation...repeating rumors and stories which have not been submitted to the test of truth?”
“How sad and astonishing a spectacle it is to see a man near the coast of eternity--namely, to behold a wretched sinner in his cold sweats and dying groans with his precious and immortal soul standing on his pale, cold, quivering lips; and death, the great conqueror and king of terrors, marching furiously with his writ of removal in one hand, not to be reversed, and his deadly dart and sting in the other hand; conscience on the rack, barking, biting, and tearing him like a lion; the devil, God's executioner, looking on and standing by; the heart under dejecting and sinking despair; the eyes dim and fixed; his heart strings ready to break with anguish; his wife, children, and friends at the bedside, weeping, sighing, crying, wring their hands, beating their breasts; the wife crying out, "Alas, my husband!"; the child crying out, "Alas, my father!"; the poor perishing soul all this while looking backward on his misspent time and bypast sins, inward on his own heart--a dreadful sight! Where he sees no Christ, no grace, no purity, nothing but sin, guilt, death, darkness. Then, looking upward to that God who has been provoked, to that Christ who has been rejected, to that heaven and eternity that he has lost. And looking downward to that dark and dreadful pit that must be his place and portion (with a fearful looking for judgment), seeing the devils come and ready to seize on him. Oh what a dreadful outcry and shriek will the soul make when it departs! Perceiving itself sinking down, down to the burning lake and bottomless pit, where he must take up his lodging with devouring fire to all eternity.”
Source: Time and the End of Time: Discourses on Redeeming the Time and Considering Our Latter End
“how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet”
“How sad, empty, and lonely to live a life without love based solely upon control and manipulation?”
“How sad for those who cannot enjoy what are after all prime pleasures of daily life, and perhaps for some the only ones, eating and drinking.”
Source: The Sea, The Sea
“How sad, he thought, that desire found new objects but did not abate, that when it came to longing there was no end.”
Source: The Cookbook Collector
“How sad, however, if we're given
Our youth as something to betray,
And what if youth in turn is driven
To cheat on us, each hour, each day,
If our most precious aspirations,
Our freshest dreams, imaginations
In fast succession have decayed,
As leaves, in putrid autumn, fade.
It is too much to see before one
Nothing but dinners in a row,
Behind the seemly crowd to go,
Regarding life as mere decorum,
Having no common views to share,
Nor passions that one might declare.”
Source: Eugene Onegin
“How sad, I think now, to live an entire life blinded by the ordinary.”
Source: The Sea Keeper's Daughters
“How sad if we pass through life and never see it with the eyes of a child.”
Source: Awareness: Conversations with the Masters
“How sad it is that we give up on people who are just like us.”
“How sad it is when a luxurious imagination is obliged in self defense to deaden its delicacy in vulgarity, and riot in things attainable that it may not have leisure to go mad after things that are not.”
Source: Selected Letters of John Keats
“How sad it is when someone comes to you looking for Jesus and all they see is you.”
“How sad it is!" murmured Dorian Gray with his eyes still fixed upon his own portrait. "How sad it is! I shall grow old, and horrible, and dreadful. But this picture will remain always young. It will never be older than this particular day of June… . If it were only the other way! If it were I who was to be always young, and the picture that was to grow old! For that—for that—I would give everything! Yes, there is nothing in the whole world I would not give! I would give my soul for that!”
“How sad it must be for you to be nothing more than a hollow statue, to have your tomb preserved and your story forgotten.”
Source: The Realm of Possibility