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Hail to the Beast Lord! I waved my spatula for emphasis.
Jim spared me an ugly look and turned to Dali.
Mister Hawe, you come along, not satisfied with ropin
Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!
Curse you Kakarrot!
Holy shit, Ty-Ty, you were not wrong. He ... is ... hawt.
Say hello to your life.
Get thee behind me, Satan!
Bless your sexy, sexy Viking heart,
Hee that hath all can have no more
Be happy, Feyre.
Dread lord and cousin, may the almighty preserve your reverence and lordship in long life and good fortune.
Curse us and crush us, my precious is lost!
Come athwart my hawse and I shall ride you down, you half-baked son of an Egyptian fart,' to a wool-gathering jolly-boat; and art echoed from either shore.
You look absolutely delicious today, Feyre?!
We do not want to be haunds, teacher. We just want the haunds to go elsewhere for easy prey.
Hands off the Precious, Gollum.
Shall I compare thee to a Shoggoth?
Hodor, said Hodor. Maester
I've finally graduated from 'I don't give a hoot.'
Lookit Gollum, bust me out of here and I'll help you find your precious
Velma you says? No Velma heah, brother. No hooch, no gals, no nothing. Jes' the scram, white boy, jes' the scram.
Come on you target for faraway laughter. Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
Hello, you sick twisted freak.
Be gone, you he-bitch!
Semper Fi! MotherFucker!
Fare thee well/ A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.
Come, thou tortoise!
Happie is hee that chastens himselfe.
It is the green eyed monster which doth mock.
Yoh: Being popular with guys isn't something you can just stitch together!
Haruna: What?! I Can't?!
Yoh: OF COURSE NOT!
Yoh: Mixing coke, tea and orange juice would taste nasty, right?! That's exactly what you're doing!
I am the ghost in Harrenhal.
Well, Kernel, they kilt us but they ain't whupped us yit, air they?
Fhat thouding do're.
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Hail holy light, offspring of heav'n firstborn!
Farewell, friend. I was a thousand times more evil than thou!
And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in his joy.
Rise and shine, you horny little humpers!
You're stifling me brother! Can I not have a moment to myself? I swear it wouldn't surprise me to find you sitting atop me one day as I do my morning business in the privy, like some great mother hen!" Elf
Milord, Knight in Shining Armor, methinks thou hast a present in thy chamber.
So put your costume on, honey! Ruby said. Set Harlequin free! That party monster of yours is screaming to come out. Let the monster out!
hey gallagher girl
And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.
Hail and Farewell, my brother.
Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!
All right. Go. Our brave little shank.
Hisssss!"
"Hiss, yourself!
Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you, Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you. Mumbo ... Jumbo ... will ... hoo-doo ... you.
Out, Himmler! Out of my sight! Go and visit your club-footed daughter! Bring her sauerkraut! Sauerkraut and heroin, Thorndike! She will love it! She will - !
CLOWN. Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness: thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.
To hell and back with you.
Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow.Wow-- Steve Jobs
I will beat thee into handsomeness
Hail to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert.
You are the monster I claim, mein Herr.
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
Sire, I am my own Rudolph of Hapsburg.
He that hath hornes in his bosom, let him not put them on his head.
Apparently, that morning both Lorne's doorman and Robert De Niro had stopped him to say how uncanny the resemblance was. Did we dare disappoint Frank the Doorman and Robert De Niro?
O Lord help us!
O Lord help us!
Wery weeny wight, plead for Morandmor! Notre Dame de la Ville, mercy of thy balmheartzyheat!
Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!
Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow!
Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!
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!
Get the fuck out of my face you heinous beast!
Lord of himself; that heritage of woe!
Harken to reason or shee will bee heard.
Me wretched! Let me curr to quercine shades!
Effund your albid hausts, lactiferous maids!
O, might I vole to some umbrageous clump,
Depart,
be off,
excede,
evade,
erump!
Heckle and Jeckle again
oh fear! I fear you not
How're we gonna bring the big hag round?" said Big Yan.
"I heard where ye has to put someone's heid between their legs," said Rob doubtfully.
Daft Wullie sighed and drew his sword. "Sounds a wee bit drastic tae me," he said, "but if someone will help me hold her steady-
So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.
You're on your own little quest, an there's a bit of Frodo Baggins in you, and a bit of Verne's Paganel, and just a tiny drop of Robinson Cursoe, and a smidgeon of Radishchev.
Out on the moors,
The lonely moors,
I roll around in sheep poo.
Heathcliff, it's youuuuu,
I hate you, I love you tooooo.
Let me in, I'm here, it's meeeee,
Catheeeeeeee.
Look out of your windooooow.
My Dear Reader Chum, a very hearty hello to you. What an honour and privilege it is to have you perusing my written word.
Hobbits, just another Tolkien Minority
Go, prick thy face and over-red thy fear,
Thou lily-livered boy.
Kincaid! Bolshevik Muppet!
Harlots shall be made pure by their own tears. But you publicans shall be held down by the chains of your own judgement.
Fee fi foe fum, she's scratching on my back. Oh, here she comes.
You had me at hello.
Um ... I am the ghoooooost of your dauuuuuuuughter! My spirit haunts the earthly realm! I shall never be at peace ... unless I have these jeans. Don't ask questions! Toodle-oooooooooooo.
... if yir gaunny git hung fir stealin a sheep ye might as well shag it n aw.
Dear Habicht, / Such a solemn air of silence has descended between us that I almost feel as if I am committing a sacrilege when I break it now with some inconsequential babble ... / What are you up to, you frozen whale, you smoked, dried, canned piece of soul ... ?
We hope you have found challenge in your path this morning.
Laniel, Abbot of Bilkar the Furred
You may wonder why I'm not in the Hab right now. Because I fled in terror, that's why! And I'm not sure what the hell to do next.
My glowing form was so heavy, its feet sank into the top of the tank.
"Sekhmet!" I yelled.
The lioness whirled and snarled, trying to locate my voice.
"Up here, kitty!" I called.
She spotted me and her ears went back. "Horus?"
'Unless you know another guy with a falcon head.
Come hither, my dear. Come hither, that I mightest protectest thou!
Freyre! someone roared. No, not someone - Rhysand.
Lately, I haph startet painting my torso in pretty, motley hews. I sit in phront oph the mirror in the sleepy-room. I atmire my hantyworg. I am a hooman apstrat paining.
Haruna: Rather than Yoh's appearance, I much prefer his character!
Yoh: To me those are fatal words...
For your sake I have braved the glen, and had to do with goblin merchant men. Eat me, drink me, love me. Hero, Wolf, make much of me. With clasping arms and cautioning lips, with tingling cheeks and fingertips, cooing all together.
Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.
Haun! Work your progress! Hold to! Now! Win out, ye divil ye!
Where'er ye sojourn, and whatever names Ye are or shall be called; fairies, or sylphs, Nymphs of the wood or mountain, flood or field: Live ye in peace, and long may ye be free To follow your good minds.
Happy Halloween, vampire boys and girls.
Where am I? What the hell difference is it? There's plenty o' fresh air and the moon fur a glim. Don't be so damn pertic'lar!
Wreath thyself in pitchest black!! I am now... quite evil.
May no Evil Eye peek thru window, keyhole or gunsight at his white haired face!