H Quotes
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“How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else?”
Source: The Poppet and the Lune
“How shall I ever tell Aunt Shaw?' she whispered, after some time of delicious silence. 'Let me speak to her.' 'Oh, no! I owe it to her, - but what will she say?' 'I can guess. Her first exclamation will be, "That man!" ' 'Hush!' said Margaret, 'or I shall try and show you your mother's indignant tones as she says, "That woman!"”
Source: North and South
“How Shall I Ever Thank You?
An ode to my precious Mother
For saving my life
When there was a plot to end it
For loving me
When I felt unloved
For treating me with kindness
When some were unkind
For standing by my side
When it was not easy
For providing unwavering support
When I needed you the most
For brightening up my days
As I faced dark clouds
For finding solutions
When I went through challenges
For offering courage
When I was afraid
For bringing me hope
When I was in despair
For showing me the way
When I went astray
For being able to pray
When I asked for a prayer
For everything you have done
How shall I ever thank you?”
Source: From My Mother's Classroom: A Badge of Honour for a Remarkable Woman
“How Shall I Ever Thank You?
Ode to my precious Mother
For saving my life
When there was a plot to end it
For loving me
When I felt unloved
For treating me with kindness
When some were unkind
For standing by my side
When it was not easy
For providing unwavering support
When I needed you the most
For brightening up my days
As I faced dark clouds
For finding solutions
When I went through challenges
For offering courage
When I was afraid
For bringing me hope
When I was in despair
For showing me the way
When I went astray
For being able to pray
When I asked for a prayer
For everything you have done
How shall I ever thank you?”
Source: From My Mother's Classroom: A Badge of Honour for a Remarkable Woman
“how shall I get through the months or years of my future life, in company with that man -- my greatest enemy -- for none could injure me as he has done? Oh! when I think how fondly, how foolishly I have loved him, how madly I have trusted him, how constantly I have laboured, and studied, and prayed, and struggled for his advantage, and how cruelly he has trampled on my love, betrayed my trust, scorned my prayers and tears, and efforts for his preservation --crushed my hopes, destroyed my youth's best feelings, and doomed me to a life of hopeless misery -- as far as man can do it -- it is not enough to say that I no longer love my husband -- I HATE him! The word stares me in the face like a guilty confession, but it is true: I hate him -- I hate him!”
Source: The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
“How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city. 8Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?
Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache.
It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.
Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst.”
“How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city.
Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?
Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache.
It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.
Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst.”
“How shall I help myself? By withdrawing into the garret, and associating with spiders and mice, determining to meet myself face to face sooner or later. Completely silent and attentive I will be this hour, and the next, and forever.”
Source: The Journal, 1837-1861
“How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, and love the offender, yet detest the offence?”
Source: The poetical works of Alexander Pope, esq., to which is prefixed the life of the author
“How shall I remember thee? As a drop of eternal summer, or a blossom of tender spring? As a spark of autumn's stirring fire, or perhaps as the frost of winter's longest night? No, it shall not be as one of these, for these shall all come to pass, and you and I, though parted by sea and earth, will never fade.”
Source: The Queen's Rising
“How shall I speak of Doom, and ours in special, But as of something altogether common?”
Source: Collected Poems
“How shall I speak thee, or thy power address Thou God of our idolatry, the Press. . . . . Like Eden's dead probationary tree, Knowledge of good and evil is from thee.”
“How shall I sum up my life?
I think I’ve been particularly lucky.”
“How shall I sum up my life? I think I've been particularly lucky. Does that have something to do with faith also? I know my mother always used to say, 'Good things aren't supposed to just fall in your lap. God is very generous, but he expects you to do your part first.' So you have to make that effort. But at the end of a bad time or a huge effort, I've always had - how shall I say it? - the prize at the end. My whole life shows that.”
“How shall I tell you of the world you face
Strident with sound of weapons and of hate,
Make you aware now of the narrowing space
Between the hope of mortal and his fate?”
“How shall I unwind me from the spool of you?”
Source: Heaven
“How shall Integrity face Oppression?”
“How shall Integrity face Oppression? What shall Honesty do in the face of Deception, Decency in the face of Insult, Self-Defense before Blows? How shall Desert and Accomplishment meet Despising, Detraction, and Lies? What shall Virtue do to meet Brute Force? There are so many answers and so contradictory; and such differences for those on the one hand who meet questions similar to this once a year or once a decade, and those who face them hourly and daily.”
“How shall man measure Progress there where the dark-faced Josie lies? How many heartfuls of sorrow s hall balance a bushel of wheat? How hard a thing is life to the lowly, and yet how human and real! And all this life and love and strife and failure, -- is it the twilight of nightfall or the flush of some faint-dawning day?”
“How shall not man, whose nature stands bound up with forces vast, innate with strength, reveal his life In mould of holiest cast. His law is action: gates of power stand open in his view; a restless soul, a holy zeal, shall give him entrance through.”
“How shall one who is so weak in his childhood become really strong when he grows older? We only change our fancies.”
Source: Thoughts
“How shall the heart be reconciled / To its feast of losses?”
“How shall the mind keep warm
save at spectral
fires--how thrive but by the light
of paradox?”
Source: Collected Poems
“How shall the murdered man convince his assassin he will not haunt him.”
Source: Under the Volcano: A Novel
“How shall the soul of a man be larger than the life he has lived?”
Source: Spoon River Anthology: Literary Touchstone Classic
“how shall we be beautiful? By loving the One who is always beautiful. The more love grows in you, the more beauty grows: for love itself is the beauty of the soul.”
“How shall we celebrate the day,When God appeared in mortal clay,The mark of worldly scorn;When the Archangel's heavenly Lays,Attempted the Redeemer's Praise,And hail'd Salvation's Morn!”
Source: The Works of Thomas Chatterton ...: Life of Chatterton, by G. Gregory. Miscellaneous poems
“How shall we define occultism? The word is derived from the Latin occultus, hidden; so that it is the study of the hidden laws of nature. Since all the great laws of nature are in fact working in the invisible world far more than in the visible, occultism involves the acceptance of a much wider view of nature than that which is ordinarily taken. The occultist, then, is a man who studies all the laws of nature that he can reach or of which he can hear, and as a result of his study he identifies himself with these laws and devotes his life to the service of evolution.”
“How shall we ever know if it's morning if there's no servant to pull up the blinds?”
“How shall we ever make the world intelligent of our movement? I do not think that the answer lies in trying to render feminism easy, popular, and instantly gratifying. To conjure with the passive culture and adapt to its rules is to degrade and deny the fullness of our meaning and intention.”
Source: On Lies, Secrets, and Silence: Selected Prose 1966-1978
“How shall we expect charity towards others, when we are uncharitable to ourselves?”
Source: Religio Medici: A Letter to a Friend, Christian Morals, Urn-burial, and Other Papers
“How shall we go about becoming the greatest empire on earth? Say, I know. Let’s have our manliest sport involve butt-slapping, shoulder pads, and prancing.”
Source: Mark Cooper versus America
“How shall we know that we obey [God]? There is but one method by which we can know it, and that is by the inspiration of the Spirit of the Lord witnessing unto our spirit that we are His, that we love Him, and that He loves us. It is by the spirit of revelation we know this.”
“How shall we pass most swiftly from point to point, and be present always at the focus where the greatest number of vital forces unite in their purest energy?”
Source: The Renaissance: Studies in Art and Poetry
“How shall we plan, that all be fresh and new--
Important matter yet attractive too?
[Ger., Wie machen wir's, dass alles frisch und neu
Und mit Bedeutung auch gefallig sei?]”
“How shall we praise the magnificence of the dead,
The great man humbled, the haughty brought to dust?”
Source: Selected poems
“How shallow can you be? You're splitting hairs over a word used to describe the same exact type of demon!" Trinity grumbled. "In North America, the many Native American tribes called your kind 'Wolf Spirits' in their many different languages. In Japan, your species is referred to as 'Wolf Demons.' In parts of Europe, we call them 'Werewolves.' The list goes on and on!"
- Trinity to Fang, Chapter 27”
Source: Forbidden
“How shallow is the stage on which this vast drama of human hates and joys and friendships is played! Whence do men draw this passion for eternity, flung by chance as they are upon a scarcely cooled bed of lava, threatened by the beginning by the deserts that are to be, under the constant menace of the snows? Their civilizations are but fragile gildings: a volcano can blot them out, a new sea, a sand-storm.”
Source: Wind, Sand and Stars
“How shameful it is that you remain estranged from Your authority! ‘You’, the holder of all the authority, the owner of a vast kingdom, have ended up a prisoner!”
“How shameful it is to hurt those who love us.”
“How shameful. How predictable! How insipid. And how sweet.”
Source: The Complete Vampire Chronicles 12-Book Bundle
“How sharper than a serpent's tooth, I remember Jeeves saying once, it is to have a thankless child, and it isn't a dashed sight better having a thankless aunt.”
Source: Aunts Aren't Gentlemen
“How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!”
“How she could walk out his door, that she was strong enough to break the connection his body was glued into, even when she wasn’t there, had stunned him stupid. He’d always figured they’d drown together in the endlessness of their attraction. He loved her so much—it was like the devil himself was squeezing his heart. And she’d said she loved him…”
Source: Return to Poughkeepsie
“How she could walk out his door, that she was strong enough to break the connection his body was glued into, even when she wasn’t there, had stunned him stupid. He’d always figured they’d drown together in the endlessness of their attraction. He loved her so much—it was like the devil himself was squeezing his heart. And she’d said she loved him…” Beckett Taylor #ReturntoPoughkeepsie”
Source: Return to Poughkeepsie
“How she loved it when he sprinted right over the lines and reduced her boundaries to smithereens.
Chloe no longer had any fears of being controlled and Chase no longer held back to make sure he didn't push her too far. All that remained was the sweet ecstasy of trust.
And pure love.”
Source: The Look of Love
“How she might have felt had there been no Captain Wentworth in the case, was not worth enquiry; for there was a Captain Wentworth: and be the conclusion of the present suspense good or bad, her affection would be his forever. Their union, she believed, could not divide her more from other men, than their final separation.”
Source: Persuasion In Modern English
“how she moves. That's just like Jell-O on springs. She must have some sort of built-in motors. I tell you, it's a whole different sex! Joe: What are you afraid of? Nobody's asking you to have a baby.”
“How she still thought of Max every day and it was like someone had emptied her lungs of air, and she would catch at her heart, afraid she was dying.”
Source: City of Lost Souls
“How she would push her identity further down into a cacophony of fiend-infested darkness where she couldn't hear her proper voice anymore, just pleasing those who demanded a distorted version of her.”
Source: Within Paravent Walls