Quotes 2501 till 2520 of 8601.
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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
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Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all.
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Hopefully, at some point, people will at least credit the Republicans with carrying out their oversight responsibilities and with pursuing a principled course of action even in the face of everyone's short-attention spans.
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Hopefully, one day people will be able to look at Mumford & Sons and say, 'that's a career band.' It's all about time instead of sales.
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Hot water is my native element. I was in it as a baby, and I have never seemed to get out of it ever since.
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How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt.
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How can one know anything at all about people?
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How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because some day in life you will have been all these.
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How it infuriates a bigot, when he is forced to drag out his dark convictions!
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How little praise warms out of a man the good that is in him, as the sneer of contempt which he feels is unjust chill the ardor to excel.
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How much abuse is a fighter expected to endure before he can be allowed to show some concern for his own welfare? Anyone who has been around fighters knows they all share the same secret: They are more afraid of embarrassment and humiliation than injury. Do fans and writers use this fact against them in what we celebrate or criticize?
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How much do you smoke a day sir? Pack! What a little puss. Gosh, why don't you just put a dress on and show it all to us while you smoke your little faggoty pack. C'mon, swish around for us. Damnit that pisses me off. I go through two lighters a day, dude. I'm starting to feel it.
Sane Man -
How often I found where I should be going only by setting out for somewhere else.
Richard Buckminster Fuller
American architect, systems theorist, author, designer, and inventor (1895 - 1983) -
How sick one gets of being ''good,'' how much I should respect myself if I could burst out and make everyone wretched for twenty-four hours; embody selfishness.
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How simple the writing of literature would be if it were only necessary to write in another way what has been well written. It is because we have had such great writers in the past that a writer is driven far out past where he can go, out to where no one can help him.
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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.
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How the mother is to be pitied who hath handsome daughters! Locks, bolts, bars, and lectures of morality are nothing to them: they break through them all. They have as much pleasure in cheating a father and mother, as in cheating at cards.
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How to gain, how to keep, how to recover happiness is in fact for most men at all times the secret motive o all they do, and of all they are willing to endure.
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How true Daddy's words were when he said: all children must look after their own upbringing. Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person's character lies in their own hands.
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How unbearable at times are people who are happy, people for whom everything works out.
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