H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“How terrible this darkness was, how bewildering, and yet mysteriously beautiful!”
Source: The Collected Novellas of Stefan Zweig: Burning Secret, A Chess Story, Fear, Confusion, Journey into the Past
“How terrible to be alcoholic. You just want to quietly soothe and maybe poison yourself, but you end up poisoning those around you as well, like trying to commit suicide with a gas oven and unwittingly murdering your neighbors.”
Source: Wake Up, Sir!
“How terrible when people are led to believe, or left to believe, that once they are in love they have nothing to do but live happily ever after, they have nothing further to learn.”
“How terrible would it be to just wait there pathetically alone for him never to show up?" Eudoxia's expression grew more serious. "That's what you're doing anyway, my dear.”
Source: Sisterhood Everlasting (Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants): A Novel
“How terrible would it have been if I had come out with some watered-down version of who I am? People fell in love with the real me, and I still feel blessed that that was how the journey began.”
“How terribly hard and almost impossible it is to tell the truth. More than anything else, the artist in us prevents us from telling aught as it really happened. We deal with the truth as the cook deals with meat and vegetables.”
“How terribly sad it was that people are made in such a way that they get used to something as extraordinary as living.”
“How terrifying and glorious the role of man if, indeed, without guidance and without consolation he must create from his own vitals the meaning for his existence and write the rules whereby he lives.”
Source: The ides of March
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“How thankful I am, how thankful we all must be, for the women in our lives. God bless them. May His great love distill upon them and crown them with luster and beauty, grace and faith.”
“How thankful we ought to be ... how thankful we are, for a prophet to counsel us in words of divine wisdom as we walk our paths in these complex and difficult times. The solid assurance we carry in our hearts, the conviction that God will make his will known to his children through his recognized servant is the real basis of our faith and activity. We either have a prophet or we have nothing: and having a prophet, we have everything”
“How that happened - how the money and the power arrayed itself and who got the share in that, who got cut out, who was exploited and who did the exploiting - that to me is a story of The Deuce that's more about almost the America that we inhabit today, more than just merely about pornography or prostitution.”
“How that is so I don't know. How Mama and Daddy know me sixteen years and hate me, how a stranger meet me and love me. (131)”
Source: Push: A Novel
“How that name comes up. Mixing memory and desire”
Source: FOR ESME- WITH LOVE AND SQUALOR
“How that one second had altered whatever course we were on, and things would never be the same, and all the parts of me that had become disconnected in that wreck would never fully reconnect.”
Source: Reminders of Him
“How that works is our first season was the year we had a threatened writers' strike, so what we did was that instead of doing 22 episodes, we did 30. We put 10 in the bank.”
“How the alternative reduces one's prospect and petrifies the imagination in a way that the possibility can never do. Possibilities, innumerable and tightly packed, could shower forth like mushroom spore between such alternatives as being here, or there; alive, or dead; and old, or young.”
Source: The Long View
“How the American right managed to convince itself that the programs to alleviate poverty are responsible for the consequences of poverty will someday be studied as a notorious mass illusion.”
Source: You Got to Dance with Them What Brung You
“How the bible is taught uses the same strategy that was used to take over lands and force religion upon the natives of those lands, they had to choose religion or death. The bible also gives you a choice, "obey this book or burn in hell" this is NOT a teaching of god, but a teaching of man.”
“How the bird cry seizes us …
The creation once, of any cry.
But even the children, playing in the open air,
Cry out, beyond all true cries.
Chance cries out. Into the spaces between
All of these vastnesses of a world, (where the broken
Bird cry insinuates itself, like men in dreams -)
They drive and pound in their screeching, like wedges.
So where on earth are we then? We break freer and freer,
Hunting, like kites which have snapped loose
Half way up, with laughing borders,
Shredded by the wind. – Array all those who cry out,
Oh god who sings! that they may awaken with a roar,
Bearing upon them as a current the head and the lyre.”
Source: Sonnets to Orpheus
“How the city attracts all types and how the unwary must suffer from ignorance of its ways.”
“How the English love playing at being naughty boys!”
“How the excitement comes upon me to tell it all! In the quest of writing, the heart can speed up with anticipation--as it does, indeed, during the chase itself of whales. I can swear it, having done both, and I will tell YOU though other writers may not. My heart is beating fast; I am in pursuit; I want my victory--that you should see and hear and above all feel the reality behind these words. For they are but a mask. Not the mask that conceals, not a mask that I would have you strike through as mere appearance, or, worse, deceitful appearance. Words need not be that kind of mask, but a mask such as the ancient Greek actors wore, a mask that expresses rather than conceals the inner drama.
(But do you know me? Una? You have shipped long with me in the boat that is this book. Let me assure you and tell you that I know you, even something of your pain and joy, for you are much like me. The contract of writing and reading requires that we know each other. Did you know that I try on your mask from time to time? I become a reader, too, reading over what I have just written. If I am your shipbuilder and captain, from time to time I am also your comrade. Feel me now, standing beside you, just behind your shoulder?)”
“How the false truths of the years of youth have passed!Have passed at full speed like trains which never stoppedThere where I stood and waited, hardly aware,How little I knew, or which of them was the oneTo mount and ride to hope or where true hope arrives.”
Source: Summer knowledge; new and selected poems, 1938-1958
“how the French can talk. About a stew, about a fly on the parapet, about death, about anything.”
“How the Freshwater Flows
The river runs through me,
for the burst of rain from clouds atop,
fell to the rivers that rushed to the sea.
In it, was the dying of grief.
How the clouds of torment die, so the river can rush!
So, I float as the clouds of dark
to break and become the flow of water.
The waters of salt, now they are;
the fresh water after rain.
So I become the mouth of a river
in a quiet murmur to the sea.
The stories buried in my depths,
I give out to the world,
where nothing remains unremembered.”
“How the fuck did she get that up there?" Killian thought out loud.
Brock followed his stare then grinned. "She always did like climbing trees." Looking back at Killian, he said, "Want me to go, Sheriff? I am younger and more spry."
"Fuck you.”
Source: Letting Go
“How the fuck was he supposed to function in the fucking real world if he couldn’t even break into his own god damn house?”
Source: Crash & Burn
“How the gentle ivy needs the brick walls to grow ...for the tender needs the strong...as a valley needs a mountain...as the flower needs a sun...”
“How the haunting music of this cry of hope
the words searching for encouragement
stabbed at your heart.
But this too of your creations made the days of incarceration more bearable.
--from "Ka wa hauʻlea”
Source: Hanai: A Poem for Queen Liliuokalani
“How the hell am I supposed to say goodbye to her tonight, knowing I’ll never talk to her again?”
Source: November 9
“How the hell are you supposed to know what God wants you to do with your life, eh?”
“How the hell can a person go to work in the morning
And come home in the evening and have nothing to say”
“How the hell can I make my teammates better by practicing?!”
“How the hell can I owe that much? That's not right.”
“How the hell did I get here? is a question that I believe everybody will have to face at some point during their passage through life. Perhaps even at multiple points. For who among us has never gotten lost, much to our own embarrassment? Who has not ended up in scenarios that are frightening, alienating, shameful, and spirit-crushing? Who has not kept secrets, or been betrayed, or tried to control the behavior of others? Who has not longed for escape from suffering? And who has not reached for substances, people, behaviors, or distractions that offer temporary respite from the built-in discomforts of existence itself?”
Source: All the Way to the River
“How the hell did you get to the cloister and back so fast?"
"I have a moose."
"A moose."
"Yeah, you know, big deer looking thing, likes water... antlers, well, not this moose, Una's female."
"I want a moose," Brede mumbled.”
Source: Brede: An erotic fairy tale
“How the hell did you know where I was?" Prophet demanded.
Cillian said simply, "Don't bother searching your phone for chips."
"Then how did you know?"
"Prophet, I know everything."
Fuck him. Cillian did.”
Source: Daylight Again
“How the hell do I know what I find incredible? Credibility is an expanding field... Sheer disbelief hardly registers on the face before the head is nodding with all the wisdom of instant hindsight.”
Source: Jumpers
“How the hell do I know why there were Nazis? I don't know how the can-opener works.”
“How the hell do you sum up your sister in three minutes? She's your twin and your polar opposite. She's your constant companion and your competition. She's your best friend and the biggest bitch in the world. She's everything you wish you could be and everything you wish you weren't.”
Source: The Princesses of Iowa
“How the hell do you wake up dead?”
Source: I Can't Make This Up: Life Lessons
“How the Hell is it we go to pick up Jenna Jameson and end up with the fucking chick from those Kill Bill movies?”
Source: Jesus Saves, Satan Invests
“How the hell should I know? I’m just a grunt.”
Source: Alien: Sea of Sorrows
“How the hell was she going to fight them?
With style. She could almost hear Niko's voice. She grinned, despite herself. Do try not to die, won't you? That was Tyler. It would have been followed by a delicate yawn. And Oz: Keep your head down and don't be stupid. Lise: Bitch, do not even think about leaving me alone with all this testosterone. Giselle: You can't win if you die, so suck it up. Tutresiel: Princess, you aren't even trying if you're dying.
And Alexander: Come home.”
Source: Shadow City
“How the holy and the profane mix in the light of day and at the end of life is sometimes the most beautiful thing in this world and a compassionate entry into the next. After failure and defeat, a concentration upon certain beauties, though forever lost and unretrievable, can lift the wounded past roundedness and the dying past dying, protecting them with an image, still and bright, that will ride with them on their long ride, never to fade and never to retreat.”
“How the horse dominated the mind of the early races especially of the Mediterranean! You were a lord if you had a horse. Far back, far back in our dark soul the horse prances...The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action in man!”
“How the human system is happening, in the same way the universe has happened. In the same way that the micro is happening, that is how the macro has happened. If you look at the micro and perceive it, you will also know existence.”
Source: Of Mystics & Mistakes
“How the Idolatry of Christian Same-Sex Marriage Advocates Takes Two General Forms”
“How the journey started is not necessarily a reflection of how it will end.”