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Hoes want attention, women want respect.
Wi' basket oft shoo walks abroad To some poor lonely elf; To ivery one shoo knaws t' reight way At's poorer nor(2) herself. Shoo niverr speyks o' what shoo gives, Kind, gentle-hearted sowl; I' charity her hands find wark, Shoo's good alike to all.
Wasabi. Now hoiteys. Seriously, you'd think I really didn't know English.
Don't Worry, Be Hapi.
A flatterer is a friend who is your inferior, or pretends to be so.
There is nothing outside of the text.
[Fr., Il n'y a pas de hors-texte.]
Hapmshire" typo,
Tinks titties Rache
Jenks
I won't compare him unfavorably to Fucker,
I have commanded that my [titulary] abide like the mountains; when the sun shines its rays are bright upon the titulary of my majesty; my Horus is high upon the standard ... forever.
This," said Laurent, "is a little more - "
It was a word of sharp points: " - intimate," he said, "than ice."
"Too intimate?" Damen said. Slowly, he was kneading Laurent's shoulders.
He did not usually think of himself as someone with suicidal impulses.
The next summer we went to France for six weeks, and I added another 420 words, most of them found in the popular gossip magazine, 'Voici'. "Man-eater", I'd say. "Gold digger, roustabout, louse".
"Who are you talking about?" my neighbors would ask. "What social climber? Where?
corn maque choux. He
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
boron - boro
The Earth, its life I am, hozhoni, hozhoni.
Holy shit, Ty-Ty, you were not wrong. He ... is ... hawt.
Happie is hee that chastens himselfe.
How Horrid has a slightly facetious tone that strikes me as Wildean. It appears to embrace the actual horror
puberty, public disgrace
then at the last second nimbly sidesteps it, laughing.
To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions than a vine filled with grapes.
It is ful fair a man to bere him evene,/For alday meeteth men at unset stevene.
Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name.
Ninety-nine percent of people now call me The Hoff - and it's out of respect.
His broad, flat face, made asymmetrical and inconceivably ugly by the scar, radiates friendly solicitude. Justineau
Remind me to show you the latest e-mail from Courtney," he said now, kicking at a rock on the sidewalk. "You won't believe how many different incorrect ways she spelled hors d'oeuvres within the span of a single paragraph.
No one can be so welcome a guest that he will not become an annoyance when he has stayed three continuous days in a friend's house. [Lat., Hospes nullus tam in amici hospitium diverti potest, Quin ubi triduum continuum fuerit jam odiosus siet.
Hodor twice as big, twice as strong, and half as clever.
Better and Stronger
gift.) I'm not bothered by the famous Parisian
There is none more beautiful than the lover of beauty.
Do not pursue with the terrible scourge him who deserves a slight whip.
[Lat., Ne scutica dignum horribili sectere flagello.]
Death aims with fouler spiteAt fairer marks.
The hobgoblin of a little mind may be the genius of a great one.
I'm an honest hoe, and all my hoes is honest.
People say 'Hofmann has different styles'. I have not. I have different moods; I am not two days the same man.
The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk, Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk, Is always happy, reign whoever may, And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away.
I am not at home in myself. I am my own stranger.
With friends, one is well; but at home, one is better.
No man stands so tall as when he stoops to help a homunculus.
Luster, bring me home.
Horticulture ]10w]
I am an advocate of horticulture and higher-education for sluts.
The more we deny ourselves, the more the gods supply our wants.
[Lat., Quanto quisque sibi plura negaverit,
A dis plura feret.]
Did you just say 'nerd'?"
"Not a 'nerd' - node."
"Oh.
One is too taken up with all that one sees and hears in Paris, however strong one is, and what I do here [in Etretat] will at least have the merit of being unlike anyone else, at least I believe so, because it will simply be the expression of what I, and only I, have felt.
Stranger! henceforth be warned; and know that pride,
Howe'er disguised in its own majesty,
Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt
For any living thing, hath faculties
Which he has never used; that thought with him
Is in its infancy ...
hob-gob of folks. And sometimes it's
I just gazed at the smoke haze above Lundene, the darkness darkening a summer sky, and wished I were a bird, high in that nothingness, vanishing. Haesten
Okay baby, let's take this rocket to Uranus. This hoor is perfect, and she can act as well.
The egotist is next door to a fanatic.
A distinctly ordinary player of extraordinary dirtiness.
When I speak of home, I speak of the place where in default of a better
those I love are gathered together; and if that place where a gypsy's tent, or a barn, I should call it by the same good name notwithstanding.
The language of Cat's generation was far harder than that of her own, and more pithily correct: in their terms, he was a hunk. But why, she wondered, should anybody actually want a hunk, when non-hunks were so much more interesting?
The more I see of the 'hounoured, famed, and great,' the more I see of the littleness, the unsatisfactoriness of all created good; and that no earthly pleasure can fill up the wants of the immortal principle within.
Friend, we are well met indeed. I think we are a pair of fools and that we should hasten to Nildren's Peak, where I shall buy ye such a dinner as even your great frame will find sufficient. And then we shall see who can drink the other under the table. Is that good by ye?
I bless the hoss from hoof to head -
From head to hoof, and tale to mane! -
I bless the hoss, as I have said,
From head to hoof, and back again!
The more holy, the more humble.
And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.
The first time Kiya met Hapi was over a year ago. On that day, she was at the temple - not to sell pigeons and bread as usual, but to pray and offer sacrifices on the altar of Horus - the God of protection.
I love you much less than my God, but much more than myself.
Good Hock (Hochheimer) keeps off the Doc.
The greasier, the better ...
Yol Bolsun" (May there be a road) [Louis L'Amour}
I am better than my reputation.
The only place that's holier than St. Andrews is Westminster Abbey.
In a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing.
I am both worse and better than you thought.
I am more than less, but less than worthy. Worthy to be heard, but heard in silence
The climax of absurdity to which art may be carried when led away from nature by fashion, may be best seen in the works of Boucher ...
Never be haughty to the humble or humble to the haughty.
To err is human. To loaf is Parisian.
I am Dracula;and i bid you welcome,Mr. Harker,to my house.
Chuse not an house neere an lnne (viz. for noise) or in a corner (for filth).
He [Moliere] pleases all the world, but can- not please himself.
From her father, Anna-Sophia had inherited a love of burning down houses. Dutch remembered exactly the first words he'd said to her. 'This is somebody's home.' Anna-Sophias face had been puzzled. 'Of course it is.' And then she dropped the burning rag onto the couch.
Nobody more welcome than yourself,
Never be haughty to the humble, never be humble to the haughty.
Together we are better
You look extra beautiful tonight, Ker."
"It's the collar."
"Maybe. I think it's the happiness. You wear it well."
"It's the same thing.
I can't think of anything in the world lovelier than you.
To err his human, to stroll is Parisian.
Belgian stranger - all
Il faut e pater le bourgeois. One must astound the bourgeois.
You made me feel less alone;
you made me feel not quite so
deformed, uninformed and hunchbacked.
Father Lenar Hoyt stepped away from the wall where he had been leaning, raised his right hand with thumb and little finger touching, three fingers raised, the gesture somehow including himself as well as those before him, and said softly, 'Ego te absolvo.
O, high the happy bosom heaves When love is in the dancer!
Auriele stepped in front of Henry when he would have gone to her. Her lips peeled back. "Hijo de perra!" she said, her voice alive with anger.
Henry flushed, so the insult hit home. Calling someone a son of a dog is a good insult among werewolves.
"Hijo de Chihuahua," said Mary Jo.
The hobo fell to his knees, trying to stem the flow of blood from his wide-open palm. It was impossible, and the pain was like nothing he'd ever felt before, even though he'd once been an altar boy.
Gardette-LePrete Mansion is
And one more thing ... You will never again refer to him as 'Hazara boy' in my presence. He has a name and it's Sohrab.
Horas non numero nisi serenas,' 'I count - no - hours but - unclouded ones,
Oh my God," she moaned as he pinched her again and she felt herself unraveling from the inside out.
"I prefer to be called Lucien."
-Horatia & Lucien.
His Wicked Seduction
Be happy, Feyre.
O Lord, I am further away from me than from You!Lord-- Sorin Cerin
Hoooodor," said Hodor, swaying. "Hooooooodor, hoooooodor, hoDOR, hoDOR, hoDOR." Sometimes he liked to do this, just saying his name different ways, over and over and over.
Hobos' (a slang term that combines the words 'hope' and 'bowl of beans given to me for free by a woman who then initiated intercourse')
He never said I was welcome
Jos de Vries
Petra Hermans
WORTHLESS, USELESS
I'm Santa Claus to these hoes without a reindeer.
The less my hope, the hotter my love
Son of a whore, God damn you! can you tell
A peerless peer the readiest way to Hell?
I've outswilled Bacchus, sworn of my own make
Oaths would fright Furies, and make Pluto quake;
I've swived more whores more ways than Sodom's