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This muck heaves and palpitates. It is multi-directional and has a mayor.
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea.
Lord Macon:"Went for a wee nightly run. Needed peace and quiet. Needed air in my fur. Needed fields under my paws. Needed, oh I canna -hic- explain ... needed the company of hegehogs."
Professor Lyall:"And did you find it?"
Lord Macon:"Find what? No hedgehogs. Stupid hedgehogs.
World" as thought through Heidegger's work would be the mutually achieved composite of meaning and matter; what is disclosed - that is, what presents itself to us through our doing, saying, and making - is disclosed as already fitted into material environments and holistic forms of significance.
Hail holy light, offspring of heav'n firstborn!
Our house has its back to the sea,' writes Hester in her journal. 'Below us, the ocean spreads to the sky, twitching wide and blue and hungry. One would think it to be infinite. But we, of course, know better.
Behjet eased the horse forward again. "The harvest is failing. There will be no crop at all if this rain doesn't stop - not even hay."
The rain. The rain she'd been so grateful for, the rain that concealed the warping of her shadow. It was going to kill people.
And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.
As long as they were talking, it was easy. And Levi was always talking.
He told her about 4-H.
"What do the H's stand for?"
"Head, heart, hands, health. They don't have 4-H in South Omaha?"
"They do, but it stands for hard, hip-hop, and Homey-don't-play-that.
Shewa good man his errour and he turnes it to a vertue, but an ill, it doubles his fault.
Hester bade little Pearl run down to the margin of the water, and play with the shells and tangled sea-weed, until she should have talked awhile with yonder gatherer of herbs.
Jacob: I've never seen so much manure. Wade: Baggage stock horses. They pack'em in 27 a car. Jacob: how do you stand the smell? Wade: what smell?
Hapmshire" typo,
Is it ... dead?" asked Tom, his voice all quivery with fright.
"A town just ran over him," said Hester. "I shouldn't think he's very well ...
he - I do wish somebody would think up a new collective pronoun -
about a he. Nothing about Rutherford.
True ahimsa lay in running into the mouth of himsa.
As the ample Hedda, who disguised her ampleness behind a billow of yellow summer dress, told it, her life up 'til she hoisted this very bloody mary in her hand was a convoluted tale of bubbly love gone flat, fine talents unnoticed and similarly woeful bullshit.
Heifers, younger, are another matter,
Goofy, quick to spook, gangly. They
Galumpf about, attack afraid and
Retreat feeling real brave. There's no
Understanding 'em, that's just
The way they are.
--Ars Docentis
Ziege hits it high for Heskey who isn't playing
I hate you! I hate you!" Hester was yelling
"Well I care about you, whether you like it or not!" Tom screamed.
Flirting with random women in a tavern? That sounds like Helios. Well, it sounds like most of the gods, actually.
Hulga the whole while hollering like a half-slaughtered hog. (Attention, students of literature! Alliteration - have you noticed? - is my least vice.)
I am Hel," she agreed. "Sometimes called Hela, though most mortals dare not speak my name at all. No jokes, Magnus Chase? Who the Hel are you? What the Hel do you want? You look Hela bad. I was expecting more bravado.
I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
Some letter of that After-life to spell:
And by and by my Soul return'd to me,
And answer'd: 'I Myself am Heav'n and Hell
If you think of ice cream, it (Helvetica) is a cheap, nasty, supermarket brand made of water, substitutes and vegetable fats. The texture is wrong and it leaves a little bit of a funny aftertaste.
After another long silence, bit by bit, realisation dawned upon Edmund and he became even paler than Hecate herself which was, in itself, a fantastic achievement. Adele Rose, Awakening.
What is aught but as 'tis valued?
Hephaestus glowered up at us. "I didn't make you, did I?"
Uh," Annabeth said, "no, sir."
Good," the god grumbled. "Shoddy workmanship.
For Heidegger, boredom is a privileged fundamental mood because it leads us directly into the very problem complex of being and time.
Hekate smacked the mirror down. "I'd never fancy you," she retorted to Hermes. "And if you ever try to kiss me, I'll
I'll keep a snake hidden in my clothes and make it bite you. On the lips. And on both ears."
"See, your threats are still age twelve," Hermes said. "I'll help you work on that.
Helios thought he looked pretty hot, and he had an annoying habit of calling the sun his chick magnet.
With mouths agape, they stared in awe at the floor of fire and wall of flame. Atop a horse of golden flames that whipped and licked the leather reins, untouched by the fire that twisted and burned, sat Heimdallr, guardian of the Bilrost.
Hello, pretty hag," he said.
"Wolf," she teased. "You look good enough to eat."
One of his eyebrows rose. "Why is it when I tell you that, you look ready to bolt for the door?"
She braced her hands on her hips. "I do not," she said, indignant. "At least not anymore.
To read Helen Macdonald's memoir, H Is for Hawk, is to feel as though Emily Bronte just turned up at your door, trailing all the windy, feral outdoors into your living room.
Shew me a lyer, and I'le shew thee a theefe.
No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n, Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n; But such plain roofs as Piety could raise, And only vocal with the Maker's praise.
Why does the brave druskelle Matthias Helvar eat no meat? 'Tis a sad story indeed, my child. His teeth were winnowed away by a vexatious Grisha, and now he can eat only pudding.
Shekinah means the glory or the radiance of God dwelling in the midst of his people. It denotes the immediate Presence of God as opposed to a God who is abstract or aloof.
A prison! heav'ns, I loath the hated name,
Famine's metropolis, the sink of shame,
A nauseous sepulchre, whose craving womb
Hourly inters poor mortals in its tomb;
By ev'ry plague and ev'ry ill possess'd,
Ev'n purgatory itself to thee 's a jest.
What makes Helvetica more beautiful is the word "Helvetica" as a logotype in its typeface. It just makes the rest of the alphabets effective.
I love her," Kane suddenly remarked from the other side of the room. "God bless her heart. I love her."
He was chuckling wickedly as he looked back at the Felines staring at him. "Wolves eat cats for dinner.
By God, I wanna be a wolf." He looked at Sherra and growled.
Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Old longings nomadic leap, Chafing at custom's chain; Again from its brumal sleep Wakens the ferine strain.
Then pretty soon Sherburn sort of laughed; not the pleasant kind, but the kind that makes you feel like when you are eating bread that's got sand in it.
Heartmating hesitating unafraid
But manly set the world on sixe and sevene; And, if thou deye a martir, go to hevene.
Havaa, standing on a stepstool and stirring the broth, found an unfamiliar gratitude for the smallness of her life. Everywhere beyond these four walls smelled of smoke and gasoline, but here, no calamity was greater than an egg falling to the floor.
[H]is mouth pursed, but pursed in American, more generous than English pursing, ready for broader vowels and less mincing sounds. His body was long and lean and trim; he had American hips, ready for a neat belt and the faraway ghost of a gunbelt.
What need for feathers now? What need to confirm their loss? While the womb-red sky swelled with the promise of tomorrow, and he rode the warm, crimson currents, skimming, wheeling and gliding.
A recluse, like Hepzibah, usually displays remarkable frankness, and at least temporary affability, on being absolutely cornered, and brought to the point of personal intercourse; like the angel whom Jacob wrestled with, she is ready to bless you when once overcome.
Light quirks of music, broken and uneven,Make the soul dance upon a jig to Heav'n.
[YSL creative director] Hedi [Slimane] is a music-obsessed guy. I might've originally met him through Sky.
Anthony Heilbut has been a guide and a mentor to me. I know of no one who has the love and depth of knowledge of this extraordinary author.
Weyler, the brute, the devastator of haciendas, and the outrager of women . . . is pitiless, cold, an exterminator of men," ran one such account. "There is nothing to prevent his carnal, animal brain from running riot with itself in inventing tortures and infamies of bloody debauchery.
Experiments that measure readers' comprehension times to the thousandth of a second have shown that singular they causes little or no delay, but generic he slows them down a lot.
The act of language or the act of denying language carries its own heaviness.
Hegel's philosophy is very difficult - he is, I should say, the hardest to understand of all the great philosophers. Before entering on any detail, a general characterization may prove helpful.
It glistens, it gleams, I
Hegel remains of great importance to understand ourselves, but essentially because we have all grown out of a reaction against Hegel.
The Danish phenomenon "hygge" is about creating an atmosphere that is warm, relaxed, friendly, close, loving, comfortable and welcoming - a state of feeling connected and loved.
Ruthan Gudd drew off his gambeson and paused to luxuriate in the sudden escape from unbearable heat as his sweat-slicked skin cooled.
'Well,' said Skanarow from her cot, 'that woke me up.'
'My godlike physique?'
'The smell, Ruthan.
He could sense the word resting on her tongue as a hedonist sensed a tongue resting on something else.
Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief.
[H]is skin was the color of age and his features the shape of a saint's.
Hee lookes not well to himselfe that lookes not ever.
O, high the happy bosom heaves When love is in the dancer!
The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness.
Even if (as I myself believe) almost all Hegel's doctrines are false, he still retains an importance which is not merely historical, as the best representative of a certain kind of philosophy which, in others, is less coherent and less comprehensive.
But enough of that
here I am. Hineni! How marvelously beautiful it is today. He stopped in the overgrown yard, shut his eyes in the sun, against flashes of crimson, and drew in the odors of catalpa-bells, soil, honeysuckle, wild onions, and herbs.
Hedwig clicked her beak with a sort of dignified disapproval.
Before I could retrieve the bullet off the floor, Helsing jumped down, grabbed it in his mouth, and raced to tuck it under the purple pillow in his bed, where he also kept Gloria's feathers. Then he crouched, glowering, as if daring any of us to take it away. Great. My cat was a hoarder.
For contemplation he and valour formed; / For softness she and sweet attractive grace, / He for God only, she for God in him: / His fair large front and eye sublime declared / Absolute rule.
Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid
The world according to Heidegger is like a prep school for Calvinists.
I live in company with a body, a silent companion, exacting and eternal. He it is who notes that individuality which is the seal of the weakness of our race. My soul has wings, but the brutal jailer is strict.
Whither thou goest...
Might they just be two ways of saying the same thing? Suppose 'Heave' and 'Hell' are just other universes.
His suave loins of darkness, dark-clad and suave
Somethin' about the lad draws her to 'im, just like somethin' about her draws 'im to 'er. You understand?"
"No, not at all." Ryder exhaled. "You say the word 'him' and 'her' so messed up, do you know that? The letter H is just completely disregarded.
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard ... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Proves to be a devastating hunter. Hyenas attack
That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.
Hyt is not al golde that glareth.
You do like them thin, don't you?" Pyrlig said, amused. "Now I like them meaty as well-fed heifers! Give me a nice dark Briton with hips like a pair of ale barrels and I'm a happy priest. Poor Hild. Thin as a ray of sunlight, she is, but I pity a Dane who crosses her path today.
For raging wind blows up incessant showers
Gundhrold's head lowered until his massive beak was only inches away from Amos's nose. "I am a son of the desert. This was once my home - the home of all my kind. I know every crag, every slope, every crick and hollow-"
Amos rolled his eyes. "Every blatherin' speck o' sand?
Your body is a hyacinth,
Into which a monk dips his waxy fingers.
Our silence is a black cavern,
From which a soft animal steps at times
And slowly lowers heavy eyelids.
On your temples black dew drips,
The last gold of expired stars
You realise good girls don't really go to heave, right?
Outside, the sky was clear, stars gleaming in its ebony vastness like celestial fireflies. It was bitterly cold, and Hywel's every breath trailed after him in pale puffs of smoke. The glazed snow crackled underfoot as he started towards the great hall.
H is for Hardware store: I'd rather go to the hardware store than the opera. And I like the opera.
Histhry is a post-mortem examination. It tellsye what a counthry died iv. But I'd like to know what it lived iv.
I crave fit disposition for my wife;
Due reference of place, and exhibition;
With such accommodation, and besort,
As levels with her breeding.
What happiness the rural maid attends, In cheerful labour while each day she spends! She gratefully receives what Heav'n has sent, And, rich in poverty, enjoys content.
H is for Habit, winners make a habit of doing the things losers don't want to do.
Hygge" is like a good hug - but without the physical contact.
Look at him, look how he drips unhealth - shudder object!
Heidegger's concept for the kind of being we ourselves are is Dasein. Literally it means 'being-there'.We are the sort of beings who are there, in the world. What characterizes Dasein is that its existence is a concern for it in its existence.
The soft wool blend of his sweater felt itchy compared to his skin.
Even though we'd been together all night, I couldn't get over the
feel of him, his taste, that potent, delicious smell of his neck. I was
higher than a fan at a Bob Marley concert.
This flour of wifly patience.