H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“How somebody is different?? Not different but genius?? (Find the answer, that's my quiz for you... No, jokers it's to easy with jokers)”
“How someone is responding to you may have nothing to do with you.”
Source: Passion Profit Power
“How someone's emotions could shift so quickly, Ember didn't understand. The fating was said to be immediate, irreversible, and incomprehensible until experienced.”
Source: Ember Dragon Daughter
“How someone speaks to you reveals more about their character than yours.”
“How someone treats a waiter or doorman can tell you so much about a person.”
“How someone treats me (kind or cruel), is only between them and God, And my reaction the experience is only between myself and God.
Put another way, the giving of a gift is between the giver and God. The receiving of a gift is between the receiver and God. So when giving a gift... truly let it go with no concern of how or even if it is used, the work was accomplished in the moment of giving.”
“How something important happens is the business of historians and newspapers, the effect it has is the business of philosophers and writers and especially poets.”
“How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms!”
Source: The plays of William Shakespeare
“How soon are we broken on the soft pillow of ease! Adam in paradise was overcome, when Job on the dunghill was a conqueror.”
Source: Extracts from the Writings of Thomas Watson
“How soon country people forget. When they fall in love with a city it is forever, and it is like forever. As though there never was a time when they didn't love it. The minute they arrive at the train station or get off the ferry and glimpse the wide streets and the wasteful lamps lighting them, they know they are born for it. There, in a city, they are not so much new as themselves: their stronger, riskier selves.”
“How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!”
“How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!”
“How soon the labor of men would make a paradise of the earth were it not for misgovernment and a diversion of his energies to selfish interests.”
“How soon we cover up the horror of death and loss, if we can, with almost any sort of explanation, as if we had to justify the very fate which had maimed us.”
Source: The Sea, The Sea
“How soon will time cover all things.”
Source: Stoic Six Pack: Meditations of Marcus Aurelius The Golden Sayings Fragments and Discourses of Epictetus Letters from a Stoic and The Enchiridion
“How soon will we accept this opportunity to be fully alive before we die? (88)”
“How soon will you realize that the only thing you don't have is the direct experience that there's nothing you need that you don't have?”
“How soon would faith freeze without a cross!”
Source: Letters of Samuel Rutherford: With a Sketch of His Life
“How souls can hold onto each other and refuse to go; how souls can attach themselves and leave tiny pieces of their own light in other Little Lights.”
Source: The Little Light
“How southern belle of her.”
Source: Puppy Love
“How spacious are these squares,
How resonant bridges and stark!
Heavy, peaceful, and starless
Is the covering of the dark.
And we walk on the fresh snow
As if we were mortal people.
That we are together this hour
Unseparable -- is it not a miracle?
The knees go unwittingly weaker
It seems there's no air -- so long!
You are my life's only blessing,
You are the sun of my song.
Now the dark buildings are stirring
And I'll fall on earth as they shake --
Inside of my village garden
I do not fear to awake.
Escape
"My dear, if we could only
Reach all the way to the seas"
"Be quiet" and descended the stairs
Losing breath and looking for keys.
Past the buildings, where sometime
We danced and had fun and drank wine
Past the white columns of Senate
Where it's dark, dark again.
"What are you doing, you madman!"
"No, I am only in love with thee!
This evening is wide and noisy,
Ship will have lots of fun at the sea!"
Horror tightly clutches the throat,
Shuttle took us at dusk on our turn.
The tough smell of ocean tightrope
Inside trembling nostrils did burn.
"Say, you most probably know:
I don't sleep? Thus in sleep it can be"
Only oars splashed in measured manner
Over Nieva's waves heavy.
And the black sky began to get lighter,
Someone called from the bridge to us,
As with both hands I was clutching
On my chest the rim of the cross.
On your arms, as I lost all my power,
Like a little girl you carried me,
That on deck of a yacht alabaster
Incorruptible day's light we'd meet.”
“How special it was, that first sip, and each sip that came after.
How it had settled and warmed her, made her feel that she was welcome.
That's what Sara did.”
Source: Yerba Buena
“How spiritually cruel modern life appears, no appearance so carefully crafted, yet so fragile in composition. So is the modern human person, or so it appears.”
“How stagnant and tepid the whole British political scene is now is just beyond belief.”
“How stand I, then,
That have a father killed, a mother stained,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep, while to my shame I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men
That for a fantasy and trick of fame
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough and continent
To hide the slain? O, from this time forth
My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth!
He exits.”
Source: Hamlet
“How starved you must have been that my heart became a meal for your ego.”
“How sterile my soul and my mind are, and yet constantly tormented by empty voluptuous and excruciating labor pains!”
Source: The Essential Kierkegaard
“How sternly we reproach virtue for its failings, how indulgent we are to the better qualities of vice!”
“How still the morning of the hallow'd day! Mute is the voice of rural labour, hush'd The ploughboy's whistle, and the milkmaid's song.”
Source: The Poetical Works of Henry Kirke White and James Grahame
“How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water To be so still that way. ~ "Sea Calm”
Source: The Collected Works of Langston Hughes: Works for children and young adults: poetry, fiction, and other writing
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“How stormy this mind too,violent the inner-
throbs similar,in an immeasurable count,like the high surging waves,one after another.youth—my desolated form destined to lament?”
Source: Venus and Crepuscule
“How strange a checker-work of Providence is the life of man!”
Source: The Life and Strange Surprizing Adventures of Robinson Crusoe, of York, Mariner
“How strange! A dog is more humane than a human is.”
“How strange a scene is this in which we are such shifting figures, pictures, shadows. The mystery of our existence--I have no faith in any attempted explanation of it. It is all a dark, unfathomed profound.”
“How strange a thing is death, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlers The buck in the snow . . . Life, looking out attentive from the eyes of the doe.”
Source: Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems
“How strange a thing is the heart of man!”
Source: The Tale of Genji
“How strange a thing this is! The Priest telleth me that the Soul is worth all the gold in the world, and the merchants say that it is not worth a clipped piece of silver.”
Source: The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: Novel, Short Stories, Poetry, Essays and Plays
“How strange and abandoned and unsettled I am. Like a snowdome paper weight that's been shaken. There's a blizzard in my bubble. Everything in my world that was steady and sure and sturdy has been shaken out of place, and it's now drifting and swirling back down in a confetti of debris. (p30)”
“How strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day!”
Source: The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions
“How strange and delicious it was to sit here like this, entwined and filled, while sea breezes rustled through the marram grass on the dunes and quiet waves lapped at the shore.
Eventually Keir lifted his head, his eyes very light in his flushed face. "Put your legs around my waist," he said. He helped to rearrange her limbs until they were pressed together closely in a seated embrace, with his bent knees supporting her. It was surprisingly comfortable, but didn't permit much movement. Instead of thrusting, they were limited to a rocking motion that allowed only an inch or two of his length to withdraw and plunge.
"I don't think this is going to work," Merritt said, her arms looped around his neck.
"Be patient." His mouth sought hers in a warm, flirting kiss. One of his hands searched beneath her skirts to settle on her naked bottom, pulling her forward as they rocked rhythmically.
Feeling awkward, but also having fun, Merritt experimented by bracing her feet on the ground and pushing to help their momentum. The combination of pressure and movement had a stunning effect in her. Every forward pitch brought her weight fully onto him, in deep steady nudges that sent bolts of pure erotic feeling through every nerve pathway. The tension was building, compelling her toward a culmination more intense than anything she'd ever felt. She couldn't drive herself hard onto the heavy shaft, her body taking every inch and clenching frantically on each withdrawal as if trying to keep him inside. Nothing mattered except the rhythmic lunges that pumped more and more pleasure into her.
Keir's breath hissed through his teeth as he felt her electrified response, the cinch of her intimate muscles. His hand gripped over her bottom, pulling her onto him again, again, again, until the relentless unfaltering movement finally catapulted her into a climax that was like losing consciousness, blinding her vision with a shower of white sparks and extinguishing every rational thought.”
Source: Devil in Disguise
“How strange and foolish is man. He looses his health in gaining wealth. Then to regain health he wastes his wealth. He ruins is present while worrying about his future - but weeps in the future by recalling his past. He lives as though death shall never come to him - but dies in a way as if he were never born.”
“How strange and how lovely it is to be anything at all.”
“How strange and ironic it is-
all the words i long to say
are lost in words.”
“How strange and wonderful is our home, our earth, with its swirling vaporous atmosphere, its flowing and frozen liquids, its trembling plants, its creeping, crawling, climbing creatures, the croaking things with wings that hang on rocks and soar through the fog, the furry grass, the scaly seas.”
Source: Slumgullion stew: an Edward Abbey reader
“How strange are the tricks of memory, which, often hazy as a dream about the most important events, religiously preserve the merest trifles.”
“How strange are the tricks of memory, which, often hazy as a dream about the most important events of a man's life, religiously preserve the merest trifles.”
“How strange are we? We don't have claws like a tiger, yet we growl at others, don't have venom like snakes, yet harbour animosities; don't have wings like birds, still keep flying in the fantasy world. When you do not possess any human quality, how will you achieve success in life?”
“How strange is it
that our beloved
finds its way to us
in everything?
The orange moon,
a freckle,
the smell of coffee—
are all bridges
to the one we desire.
How does our beloved find us
in this way?
Or
are we the ones instead
who find our beloved in everything?
Our intense want of them
necessitates the nearness of them.
And so we seek beauty
only to be flooded with the beauty
of our beloved.
And we write ellipses on the page
only to be thrice reminded
of the freckle
below their lips...”
“How strange is man that when he is afraid of something he runs away from it, but when he is afraid of Allah, he gets closer to Him.”