Hc Quotes

If you looked down to the bottom of my soul, you would understand fully the source of my longing and – pity me. Even the open, transparent lake has its unknown depths, which no divers know.

I'd rather love a million times and have my heart broken every time, than hold a permanitely empty heart forever.

Love is a violent recreational sport. Proceed at your own risk. Helmets, armor, and steel-toe boots are required by law.

Where did you hear that song?" I ask her without sitting up. "From the HC," she says, blushing. "A little girl sang it. It's soothing." "It's sad." "Most things are.

It takes one to tell, and two to missunderstand.

Let your motto then always be 'Excelsior', for by living up to it there is no such word as fail.

The Divine Voice is not always expressed in words. It is made known as a heart-consciousness.

E: When one has at last reached freedom, can one even contemplate going back? HC: But if it is not possible to go back, or to choose to go back, then it is not freedom! ~Ericsson; Hilary Craven

Es ist ein Brauch von Alters her: Wer Sorgen hat, hat auch Likör. Doch wer zufrieden und vergnügt, sieht zu, daß er auch welchen kriegt.

Several people toss and turn in their sleep, startled by the lines of the newspapers in their dreams, knives out, lights out, lights out, knives out!

You’re a monster,” I whisper.  He just blinks at me – unfazed. “You knew that already,” he says quietly and strokes the mark he left on my neck. “But I’m a monster infatuated.

HC: You think I shall differently tomorrow? [about suicide] J: People do. HC: Yes, perhaps. If you're doing things in a mood of hot despair. But when it's cold despair, it's different. I've nothing to live for, you see. ~Hilary Craven; Jessop

In truth, if I admitted to the world that I believe God made me as I am, the church would excommunicate me, but I know this to be true. I am not an evil man—nor greedy, nor cruel to those in need. Yet the law would have me hang for love, the purest of human emotions.

. . . it is called 'camel case' or 'intercapping' -- of writing small letters next to large in the same word, as in such popular significations as iPod, eBay, iTunes, etc. which few would argue is a distinct sign of illiteracy.

To belong and to be loved. That was truly what mattered.

Life's bound to give you lemons, so eat those suckers like a champ and at least you won't die of scurvies.

I never wanted you to not be around.

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If Gege has a million fans, then I am one of them. If he has one fan, that’s me. If she has no fans, that is because I am dead. - HC

Because I see you now,” he breathes so quietly I know I’m the only one who hears. “So say yes or I’ll make a scene so bad this entire room will be begging for your expulsion before the day’s over.

Den lille havfrue måtte tænke på den første gang hun dykkede op af havet og så den samme pragt og glæde, og hun hvirvlede sig med i dansen, svævede, som svalen svæver når den forfølges, og alle tiljublede hende beundring, aldrig havde hun danset så herligt; det skar som skarpe knive i de fine fødder, men hun følte det ikke; det skar hende smerteligere i hjertet.

Det kan du stole på. Liker du detektivfortellinger? Det gjør jeg. Jeg leser alle sammen, og har navnetrekkene til Dorothy Sayers og Agatha Christie og Dickson Carr og H.C. Bailey.

Dead. Supposedly Suicide. That's how they'll kill Michael too. Make it look like a suicide or an accident of some sort.

Everybody knows that I don’t want to let them get too close.

All eyes turned to Liberty, expecting her to deliver a killer last line for them to ponder for the rest of their lives.

Whatever he typed next would affect her greatly. He held her heart. And everything depended on his next message.

I’d rather die helping someone than live allowing them to suffer.

He thought about the many unknowns of life: love and its many layers; hope and its many heights; truth and its many treasures.

There are too many variables and uncertainties; too much in this world is either unpredictable or unlucky.

It’s not love, it's limerence.

...ze sun don’t rise in ze east anymore. Ze sun don’t seem to rise for us at all.

I don’t care what I have to do. Who I have to kill. I’ll break you into tiny pieces and rebuild you myself if it means I get to keep you. You’re never leaving me, sweetheart.

Not right now. You’ve just become the most interesting thing on campus, Poppy Davis.

You’re mine now.” “Just what I’ve always wanted,” I reply sarcastically. “A relationship built on a foundation of blackmail and secrets.

Clarity could sometimes be a harsh creature.

Beaucoup de petit riens laissent sans raison particulière une profonde empreinte dans le coeur des gens ordinaires comme nous, devenant avec le temps des souvenirs d'une valeur inestimable.

She didn’t turn back. She knew his eyes were still on her, but she wouldn’t allow herself to look back. One more look at him and… That would do it. That would reverse everything. That would change her mind.

My original intention with The 4-Hour Workweek (4HWW), The 4-Hour Body (4HB), and The 4-Hour Chef (4HC) was to create a trilogy themed after Ben Franklin’s famous quote: “Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.” People constantly ask me, “What would you put in The 4-Hour Workweek if you were to write it again? How would you update it?” Ditto for 4HB and 4HC. Tools of Titans contains most of the answers for all three.

I remember thinking how wise a man was HC Andersen. The king told his secrets down a well, and his secrets were safe. A man who tells secrets or stories must think of who is hearing or reading, for a story has as many versions as it has readers. Everyone takes what he wants or can from it and thus changes it to his measure. Some pick out parts and reject the rest, some strain the story through their mesh of prejudice. Some paint it with their own delight.

Please,” he cuts me off sharply. “This morning, when you looked at him, it took every ounce of my self-control to avoid walking over to Freddy Rook and bashing his skull in till he was no longer worth looking at. You do this to me.

I stare at him but say nothing. His lips slice into a smile because I unnerve him. I always have. “You’re frightened of me,” I tell him. He laughs. “Am I? Oho! Am I now, my boy?” “Yes. You’re used to knowing what’s what. You think like the rest of them.” I nod to the HC’s reflection. “Things are set in stone. Things are well ordered. Reds at the bottom, everyone else standing on our backs. Now you’re looking at me and you’re realizing that we don’t bloodydamn like it down there. Red is rising, Mickey.

Plainly it is not every error made by a witness which affects his credibility. In each case the trier of fact has to make an evaluation; taking into account such matters as the nature of the contradictions, their number and importance, and their bearing on other parts of the witness's evidence.

These three weeks…I couldn’t stand it. All I can think about is you. I can’t stop worrying that if I let you slip through my fingers – even for a moment – you’ll decide you’re done with me, and there will be nothing I can do to convince you otherwise. And it’s terrifying. For the first time in a long time, I am terrified.” 

And that was when she simply forgot about everything: her fears, who she was, her hopes, where she was, her dreams, what time it was, her worries, how she got there; they all paled in comparison to how she felt in that moment. The past was a distant memory. The future would take care of itself. Presently, she was simply being.

Ideas and theories, I have suggested, are like quicksilver in our hands. We can lose an idea altogether by being too tight fisted or too open handed, but if we carry an idea we cannot avoid imposing our own shape upon it. And when we do, we ought to know what we have done, for only in this way does the practice of history raise the consciousness of us all.

I can’t feed you a line. I can’t curate a version of myself that you’ll respond to because you already know exactly who I am. It’s why I’m so drawn to you. “And now I don’t know what to do with all these…” He shakes his head. “Feelings. You say that I’m standing on solid ground, but you’ve stolen every bit of it right out from underneath me. You have a hold on me that nobody ever has.

Brother, we’ve gotta find you a woman.” The sound of a huge yawn came across the line. “Or a therapist. Calling for a work-out partner before dawn has to be a cry for help.

No daughter so strange could be better loved.

For your sorrows, I'm feeling true pity, Alba, but we can’t be destroying our home to end them, for it’s your own heart which gives the pain.

And you sinners are so, so appreciative of your own ways, as though God made no other people, and the world is your marketplace.

You should go home, mighty prince. You are not welcome here." "Welcome or not, I am home. This is my land and I am its rightful king. Soon all will acknowledge that, or die." "You will be king of the dead then in a land of ruins, even if you succeed." "If that is how it must be, then so be it.

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Every breath was another reminder of all she had lost. All the pain, all the suffering. Fuck fate. Fuck the Divines. Fuck everything.

She didn’t have time to feel anything as life was moving at such a fast pace.

Intuition is a manifestation of our magic. It gives us guidance during key moments. If you listen to yourself and be conscious of your magic you can gain valuable insight.

He had convinced himself of a ‘truth’, mostly because it was a very welcome sight for sore eyes. To see something meant that it was probable, and to consider something probable meant that it was believable.

Christianity must stop competing with non-Christian religions for adherents. What I mean specifically is that it is a self-defeating trap for Christians to try to outdo the other religions on their own ground. But isn't that what Christians are supposed to do? Aren't we supposed to work at increasing the number of people who identify with Christianity? Not really. Creating numbers of official converts has never been the Church's mission from God. The task of the church is to present the gospel, to make it possible for people to make a decision for Christ, and to nurture the new converts. God will provide the numbers (Acts 2:47).

Rachel Cooley was different than any other girl I met. Even when we were officially stepsiblings, she was a tomboy princess.

I fantasized about my stepsister. Technically, she wasn’t my stepsister anymore.

God, she was a dream. Every men’s fantasy girl. Long blonde hair. Big, blue eyes. Freckles on high cheeks. Red lips, dimples.

wanted to eat her until she came on my face, her juices coating me like sweat from an hour of power skating.

I never used condoms in my fantasy. I wanted to feel her wetness soak me up. I wanted to feel her folds stretch around me. I wanted to mold her to my dick and make her mine.

When I was a kid, I had a big crush on my stepbrother.

Some things are hard to see because they are so scarce; other things may be hard to see at first because they are so fundamental.

But I pointed out that her family made jellies and they were thinking of opening their own jam shop, and that

And as she looked into that mirror, other trivial, nonsensical thoughts ravaged her consciousness, making it clear that her youthful innocence had descended into the deep waters of adolescence.

Rejection on all levels, no matter how small or great, shows absolutely no mercy to its victims.

Love should always begin with truth.

This is the time when darkness reigns.

All her worries and cares were in hiding.

We get that old familiar sting when they say Image is everything

There’s a Lyre of Lore in the dark With a band of little following hearts Building an army cloning the Harp Hope she don’t lead you down the garden path

Security is only found in things that cannot be seen. No one can ban, steal or discredit what you keep inside your mind…or in your heart.

…of all the places he could’ve chosen to be, and of all the things that he could’ve chosen to do, at this very moment he was here. With her.

You don’t see you the way I do.

A powerful darkness rules our world and we cannot fight against it.

Viona felt somewhat better. Being enveloped like a letter.

Ambition didn’t come without apprehension.

He had convinced himself of a ‘truth’, mostly because it was able to be seen. To see something meant that it was probable, and to consider something probable meant that it was believable.

It’s never too early to start hoping!

Too many dreamers sell their souls in the pursuit of fame and gold; time and again they make this mistake, only realising when it’s too late.

I feel like I’m chasing the unattainable. Trying to catch the wind. Reaching for…I don’t know what I’m reaching for.

Plan for destruction and plan for peace.

This wrld is dezined to either make u feel really GUILTY or to NOT CARE at all.

In the land of dreams It all tastes so sweet But soon you’ll see What lies beneath

She couldn’t believe the peculiar and pretentious state of the world that she had once felt so at home in...

Difficult people…they always insist on being difficult.

Silence was a breeding ground for doubt.

Keep looking up!

Music isn’t about perfection.

Jealousy was a brutal player in the game of love and it often brought on brutal actions from those whom it teamed up with.

I should have held my tongue; I should have succumbed to the fact that facts were not facts anymore; I should have accepted the truth that truths were no longer considered true; I should have stayed silent.

What felt like love for the boy also felt a lot like frustration, and her happiness about being his girlfriend was already tinged with bitterness. Was it worth riding the twists and turns of their emotional rollercoaster, especially when she had no idea where it was really going?

Right is the new wrong; good is the new bad.

He made a resolution to pursue the requiting love of Education herself. No one was more desirable than her; no one could match her impressive looks or intelligence.

The mysteries of life are few and far between; we learn from the unknown, we wait for the unseen.

What I do know is that the truth can hurt; truth can be confronting; truth doesn’t change; and no lie will ever come from the truth.

You may work for Lyre but you’re the worst liar I know.

Who cared about manners when their whole life was falling apart?

Everything has a hidden meaning.