H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“How sweet for those faring badly to forget their misfortunes even for a short time.”
“How sweet I roamed from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide!”
Source: William Blake: Selected Poetry and Prose
“How sweet is life, can we but choose with whom to live it: to live for oneself is no life.”
“How sweet is rest after fatigue! How sweet will heaven be when our journey is ended.”
Source: Letters of George Whitefield, for the Period 1734-1742
“How sweet is that? I know I'm no boy expert, but I have heard entire lectures on reading body language, and I have to say that assuming that a person will have forgotten your name is way high on my "indicators of humbleness" list (not that I have one, but I totally have a starting point now).”
Source: I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have to Kill You
“How sweet is the assurance, how comforting is the peace that come from the knowledge that if we marry right and live right, our relationship will continue, notwithstanding the certainty of death and the passage of time. Men may write love songs and sing them. They may yearn and hope and dream. But all of this will be only a romantic longing unless there is an exercise of authority that transcends the powers of time and death.”
“How sweet it is to be a floating, white cloud of love in someone's weary mind.”
“How sweet it is to die if one has lived on the Cross!”
“How sweet it is to love, and to be dissolved, and as it were to bathe myself in thy love.”
“How sweet Japanese woman is! All the possibilities of the race for goodness seem to be concentrated in her.”
Source: The Life and Letters of Lafcadio Hearn Including the Japanese Letters
“How sweet the harmonies of the afternoon!
The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze
His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon;
Rich breath of hayfields streams thro' whispering trees;
And birds of morning trim their bustling wings,
And listen fondly--while the Blackbird sings.”
Source: Days and Hours
“How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony”
“How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica: look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.”
“How sweet the morning air is! ...How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!”
Source: The Complete Sherlock Holmes
“How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!”
Source: The Complete Sherlock Holmes
“How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.”
Source: Olney hymns: in three books. I. On select texts of Scripture. II. On occasional subjects. III. On the progress and changes of the spiritual life
“How Sweet the name of Jesus... the rock on which I build, my shield and hiding place, my never failing treasury, filled with boundless stores of grace.”
Source: The Works of the Rev. John Newton ... to which are Prefixed Memoirs of His Life, &c
“How sweet the past is, no matter how wrong, or how sad.
How sweet is yesterday's noise”
Source: The World of the Ten Thousand Things: Poems 1980-1990
“How sweet to be a Cloud. Floating in the Blue!”
“How sweet to die after one's enemies.”
Source: Chief Plays of Corneille
“How sweet to move at summer's eve
By Clyde's meandering stream,
When Sol in joy is seen to leave
The earth with crimson beam;
When islands that wandered far
Above his sea couch lie,
And here and there some gem-like star
Re-opes its sparkling eye.”
“How sweet to remember the trouble that is past.”
“How sweet war is to such as know it not.”
“How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!”
“How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.”
Source: The Works: Comprising His Poems, Correspondence and Translations : in Eight Volumes. ¬The poetical works, Vol. 1
“How sweet, the presence of Jesus to the longing, harassed soul! It is instant peace, and balm to every wound.”
“How sweetly delirious are the tinkling and trilling of mirth that draw to their sounds the friendliest hearts.”
Source: A Heart Made of Tissue Paper
“How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled!”
“How sweetly he came to her, she thought. Even with his bulk and power, he came to her...sweetly.”
“How sweetly sounds the voice of a good woman! It is so seldom heard that, when it speaks,it ravishes all senses.”
Source: The city madam. The guardian. A very woman. The bashful lover. The old law
“How swiftly fate can make or unmake kings.”
Source: Mithridates
“How swiftly the strained honey
of afternoon light
flows into darkness
and the closed bud shrugs off
its special mystery
in order to break into blossom:
as if what exists, exists
so that it can be lost
and become precious”
“How swiftly you dismiss our love...”
Source: City of Bones
“How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike. They stood like the naked pipes of a vast derelict calliope, their mouths cut into frantic vents. And now the great hand of mania descended upon one hundred-throated, unending scream.”
“How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike.”
Source: The Stories of Ray Bradbury
“How tall are you big boy? Six foot nine inches! Let's go up to my place and talk about the nine inches!”
“HOW TEARABLE A PAPER AIRPLANE THAT CANNOT FLY”
Source: The Fearless Moral Inventory of Elsie Finch
“How tedious is a guilty conscience!”
Source: The Duchess of Malfi: John Webster
“how tedious is retirement! You cannot imagine to yourself the monotony with which day comes after day.”
Source: Agatha Christie: Five Complete Murder Mysteries
“How tedious is time, when his wings are loaded with expectation!”
Source: Felicia To Charlotte: Being Letters From A Young Lady in the Country, To Her Friend in Town : Containing A Series of the Most Interesting Events, Interspersed with Moral Reflections ...
“How tedious life would be if life after twenty-two was nothing more than a repetition of what you've already done before. Knowing that, why grow older and become an adult? I hate kids, but I think it's the greatest disaster to become an adult. I'm not talking about actual age. Those who know, know what I'm talking about. Those who pretend they don't can do as they please. But unfortunately, the characteristics of adulthood manifest themselves in relation to one's age, so actual age, in reality, isn't altogether irrelevant.”
Source: Mannequin
“How terrible and foul to squander time by seeking money. What could be worse than giving up your existence to earn such filthy lucre?
Look at the poverty here. You die if you don’t have dollars.”
Source: Exit Rostov
“How terrible is wisdom, when it brings no profit to the man that's wise”
Source: Sophocles I: Antigone, Oedipus the King, Oedipus at Colonus
“How terrible it is to be woman...but only because of men.”
“How terrible it is to have no cares, no longings. I do not fit. I feel too deeply and want too much. As cages go, it is a gilded one, but I shall not live well in it or any cage for that matter.”
Source: The Sweet Far Thing
“How terrible it is to have wisdom when it does not benefit those who have it.”
“How terrible it is to recognize that one’s brilliance rests solely upon the small-mindedness of others.”
Source: Madeleine Is Sleeping
“How terrible it was to love people when you could not really share their lives!”
Source: O Pioneers!
“How terrible," said Eragon, "to die alone, separate even from the one who is closest to you."
Everyone dies alone, Eragon. Whether you are a king on a battlefield or a lowly peasant lying in bed among your family, no one can accompany you into the void.”
Source: Eldest
“How terrible the need for God.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke, 1943-63