H Quotes
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“How was confounding defined then, and how should it be defined? Armed with what we now know about the logic of causality, the answer to the second question is easier. The quantity we observe is the conditional probability of the outcome given the treatment, P(Y | X). The question we want to ask of Nature has to do with the causal relationship between X and Y, which is captured by the interventional probability P( Y | do(X)). Confounding, then, should simply be defined as anything that leads to a discrepancy between the two: P(Y | X) != P(Y | do(X)). Why all the fuss.”
Source: The Book of Why: The New Science of Cause and Effect
“How was Gengo to know, Saigyo reflected, that this unheroic existence imposed even greater torment than the icy lashings of the Nachi Falls in its thousand-foot leap? How was Gengo to realize that Saigyo had not slept a single night undisturbed since he had fled his home for the Eastern Hills, that his sleep was haunted by the cries of his beloved daughter from whom he had torn himself.
Who knew that during the day, when he went about his tasks of drawing water and chopping wood as he composed verses, the sighting of the wind in the treetops of the valleys below and the pines surrounding the temple sounded to him like the mourning of his young wife, and so troubled his nights that sleep no longer visited him? Never again would Saigyo find peace. He had wrenched asunder the living boughs of the tree that was his life. Remorse and compassion for his loved ones would dog him to the end of his days.”
“How was he murdered?”
“Asphyxiated.”
“Can you elaborate?”
“I can, but it’s rather gruesome.”
“I’m a private investigator, Mr. Kingsley. I’ve seen plenty of gruesome.”
Source: Uncanny Alliance
“How was he supposed to let Wymack lock the door every night with both of them under the same roof? He couldn't possibly sleep here; every time Wymack breathed Neil would wake up and wonder who was after him.”
Source: The Foxhole Court
“How was Houston?" I asked as he set me down.
Dad's warm brown eyes crinkled with his smile. "Hot. But the food was great, and I've got a lot to write about."
'What was your favorite bite?" I asked.
"Savory or sweet?" he asked, grinning.
"Savory first, then sweet," I said, grinning back.
"Well, I had an incredible pork shoulder in a brown sugar-tamarind barbecue sauce. It was the perfect combination of sweet and sour." Dad has an amazing palate; he can tell whether the nutmeg in a soup has been freshly grated or not.
"That sounds delicious. And the best dessert?"
"Hands down, a piece of pecan pie. It made me think of you. I took notes- it was flavored with vanilla bean and cinnamon rum. But I bet we could make one even better."
"Ooh," I said. "Maybe with five-spice powder? I think that would go really well with the sweet pecans."
"That's my girl, the master of combining unusual flavors.”
Source: Midsummer's Mayhem
“How was I able to live alone before, my little everything? Without you I lack self-confidence, passion for work, and enjoyment of life--in short, without you, my life is no life. [Written to his wife, Mileva]”
“How was I conceived? Was it love, was I meant, or was I just an accident?”
“How was I ever going to fight the blurring lines in our relationship when I enjoyed being with him so much?”
“How was I going to make a man fly? How was I going to convince the public that an actor could fly?”
“How was I gonna get an education, sitting right back of Bobby Ann Mason?”
“How was I supposed to concentrate on my mental health when my therapist was encased in orange sparkle madness?”
Source: Ruby Oliver 3: The Treasure Map of Boys
“How was I supposed to explain that it was the kind of kiss that kept me up at night for years on end? The kind of kiss that made my skin feel like pinpricks whenever I thought about it, even now. The kind of kiss I’ve been wanting to replicate since the day it happened but have yet to experience anything that even comes close.”
Source: The Soulmate Theory
“How was I supposed to know that you let two little bears hurt you, Goldilocks?" "Ah, yes, that mouth. I missed it. All mine now.”
Source: Magic Bleeds
“How was I supposed to know what's real and what's not? It feels like I'm the only one who doesn't know the difference.”
“How was I to know idiocy was only a temporary condition, especially in your case? It never has been before!”
“How was I to know that I'd be ok? I thought I'd lose it all when you walked away. How was I to know that I'd be this strong? I had what it takes all along. How was I to know?”
“How was I to know your pet was a god-killer? What kind of idiot ties herself down to one of his kind? (Dionysus) Well, gee, what was I supposed to do? Hook up with Mr. All-powerful God-killer or get myself a Mardi Gras float and hang out with him? (She pointed to Camulus, who looked extremely offended by her comment.) You’re such a moron. No wonder you’re the patron god of drunken frat boys. (Artemis)”
Source: Night Pleasures/Night Embrace
“How was I to know? ... You didn't say anything.""I said lots of things," he corrected gently. "You just didn't hear them.”
“How was is that life never worked out the way it did in his head?”
Source: Tales of the Ketty Jay: Retribution Falls, The Black Lung Captain, The Iron Jackal, The Ace of Skulls
“How was it in any way possible to defend himself against the words of a dead man?”
Source: The Hanging Girl
“How was it?
NEWT: They’re still convinced that you sent me to New York.
DUMBLEDORE: You told them I didn’t?
NEWT: Yes. Even though you did.
A beat. DUMBLEDORE inscrutable, NEWT wanting answers.
NEWT: You told me where to find that trafficked Thunderbird, Dumbledore. You knew that I would take him home and you knew I’d have to take him through a Muggle port.
DUMBLEDORE: Well, I’ve always felt an affinity with the great magical birds. There’s a story in my family that a phoenix will come to any Dumbledore who is in desperate need. They say my great-great-grandfather had one, but that it took flight when he died, never to return.
NEWT: With all due respect, I don’t believe for a minute that’s why you told me about the Thunderbird.”
Source: Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald: The Original Screenplay
“How was it possible for the world to be so beautiful and so cruel at the same time?”
Source: Across the Nightingale Floor: Tales of the Otori
“How was it possible that entire lives could change, could be destroyed, and that streets and buildings remained the same, she wondered.”
Source: Sarah's Key
“How was it possible that you could be in a room full of loud, jolly people and yet feel so alone?”
Source: Anything Could Happen
“How was it possible to be afraid and in love... The two things did not go together. How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every night was different, and every morning. Together they possessed a miracle.”
Source: The Price of Salt: (Illustrated Edition)
“How was it possible to be with someone and yet feel so utterly alone? How was it possible to be with someone as wonderful, warm and kind as Andrew and yet still wonder if love would ever find you?”
Source: Getting Personal
“How was it possible to wake up every day and be recognizable to another when so often one was barely recognizable to oneself?”
Source: Man Walks Into a Room
“How was it that Adrian Ivashkov, who never seemed to take anything seriously was the only one among these "responsible" people who paid attention to such small details? How was he the only one to really understand the magnitude of what I was feeling?”
Source: The Golden Lily: A Bloodlines Novel
“How was it that danger felt more like home?”
Source: Bloodline
“How was it that destruction could be so beautiful? Was there something in the scale of it? Was there some shadow in people, lusting for it? Or was it just a coincidental combination of the elements, the final proof that beauty has no moral dimension?”
Source: Red Mars
“How was it that he haunted her imagination so persistently? What could it be? Why did she care for what he thought, in spite of all her pride in spite of herself? She believed that she could have borne the sense of Almighty displeasure, because He knew all, and could read her penitence, and hear her cries for help in time to come. But Mr.Thornton-why did she tremble, and hide her face in the pillow? What strong feeling had overtaking her at last?”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Elizabeth Gaskell (Illustrated)
“How was it that her self's container, her only true protection from the world's elements, had only ever betrayed her, surprised her, and enforced uncertainty and strangeness?”
Source: Shark Heart
“How was it that the one man who could take their company down appeared to be the only one who believed in her?”
Source: Heart and Sole
“How was it that we were all so blind?”
Source: Attachment, Trauma and Multiplicity: Working with Dissociative Identity Disorder
“How was it that, even in the common tasks of an ordinary life, Jesus drew the praise of heaven? At the core of His being, He only did those things which pleased the Father. In everything, He stayed true, heartbeat to heartbeat, with the Father's desires. Jesus lived for God alone; God was enough for Him. Thus, even in its simplicity and moment-to-moment faithfulness, Christ's life was an unending fragrance, a perfect offering of incomparable love to God.”
“How was it they had cut to Hollywood Boulevard for a fluff piece and ended up with Gangs of New-Fucking-York?! Bonnie looked to her co-Anchor. He was wearing a good mouth for cooling soup.”
Source: Heroes of Hollywood Boulevard
“How was Kosovo recognized? They forgot about the territorial integrity of a state, as well as UN Security Council Resolution 1244, which they had themselves adopted and supported. Why could it have been done there, but not in Abkhazia and South Ossetia? Why not?”
“How was life before Pop-Tarts, Prozac and padded playgrounds? They ate strudel, took opium and played on the grass.”
“How was life in the $25 electric home? It was just like most peoples lives in homes, I just did not have regular hot water or a refrigerator. I was watching my LED TV under LED electric lights every night and using my internet computer daily. My internet security camera system was on all the time. I was eating just fine using the propane stove to make hot meals.”
Source: Magee’s Disease
“How was Savannah supposed to pretend this glamorous life was what she’d always known? She was from a slummy neighborhood in a town outside San Francisco. These people were going to see right through her.”
Source: The Secret Diamond Sisters
“How was she created? I'm not sure if you realize this, but it was in God's image. How can anybody dare to speak ill of something which bears such a noble imprint?”
Source: The Book of the City of Ladies
“How was she supposed to bear the prospect of never seeing him again? Never seeing his face light up simply because she had walked into the room? Never catching his eye in a crowd, feeling the subtle heat that came with standing alongside a man she knew wanted her more than any other?”
Source: The Giver of Stars
“How was she to tie herself to a man without permitting him to imprison her? And was there some means of acquiring things without those things possessing her?”
Source: Near to the Wild Heart
“How was the kiss with Alex?"
"Nice," I say, thinking about how sensual it was. "Actually, Isabel, it was more than nice. It was fucking incredible."
Isabel starts laughing, and I laugh right along with her this time.”
Source: Perfect Chemistry
“How was the ride on the plane?" Questioned Yuan.
"It wasn't that bad."
Yuan sat on the chair bench. "I needed to see you for us to finish the enigmatic parts of my childhood."
"I could say the same thing," responded Samuel.
"How have you been these past few years?" Yuan wanted to know more about him.
"Not as bad as you, where have you been in the past ten years? With my research in computer science and astrophysics, I still couldn't find you."
"I was taken to some faraway place that was quite awful to overcome.”
Source: Sensiti
“How was the sex?” he asked casually.
“Excuse me?”
“How was it,” said Nicholas, emphasizing each syllable, “when he fucked you? I'm assuming it was a he. Tell me all about it. I want to know.”
Jay set her fork down with a ping. “It was fine.”
“Dinner is fine. Cable television is fine. I'm asking if, when he was pounding into you at night with his college boy cock, were you screaming the walls down, or were you just lying there calculating last night's tips?”
Source: Quid Pro Quo
“How was the wolf to blame, if the sheep were roaming free?”
Source: Tess of the Road
“How was your childhood?" "Not good," I scrawled and handed the questionnaire back to him.”
Source: Show Them a Good Time
“How was your day?’ ought to be ‘How did you look at your day?”
“How was your day? If your answer was "fine," then I don't think you were leading.”