W Quotes
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“What a pity that Bilbo did not stab that vile creature, when he had a chance!' Pity? It was Pity that stayed his hand. Pity, and Mercy: not to strike without need. And he has been well rewarded, Frodo. Be sure that he took so little hurt from the evil, and escaped in the end, because he began his ownership of the Ring so. With Pity.”
Source: The Fellowship of the Ring: Being the First Part of The Lord of the Rings
“What a pity that in life we only get our lessons when they are of no use to us.”
Source: Aphorisms
“What a pity that life robs the rich of its beauty, and what’s worse, entices them with its ugliness.”
Source: Glaring Shadow - A Stream of Consciousness Novel
“What a pity that the only way to heaven is in a hearse.”
“What a pity that we are being eaten up by the very food that we eat.”
“What a pity there had been nothing handy to throw at him.”
Source: The Legendary Inge
“What a pity when editors review a woman's book, that they so often fall into the error of reviewing the woman instead.”
Source: Ginger-Snaps
“What a pity, when Christopher Colombus discovered America, that he ever mentioned it.”
“What a place, George thought. Greasy, grim and ripe for murder.”
Source: Lord of the Atlas
“What a place to be in is an old library! It seems as though all the souls of all the writers that have bequeathed their labours to these Bodleians were reposing here as in some dormitory, or middle state. I do not want to handle, to profane the leaves, their winding-sheets. I could as soon dislodge a shade. I seem to inhale learning, walking amid their foliage; and the odor of their old moth-scented coverings is fragrant as the first bloom of the sciential apples which grew amid the happy orchard.”
Source: Works: Including His Most Intesesting Letters
“What a place we find ourselves in now. What a mad and dangerous universe of possibility.”
“What a plague love is!”
“What a player does best, he should practice least. Practice is for problems.”
“What a pleasant gentleman," Sophia remarked.
"Yes," Eliza agreed with a chuckle, "and Dr. Linley is unmarried as well. Many fine ladies in London want his services, both professional and personal. Whoever brings him to scratch will be a lucky woman."
"What do you mean by personal services?" Sophia asked, perplexed. "Surely you are not referring to-"
"Oh, yes," the cook-maid said slyly. "They say Dr. Linley is skilled in the bedroom arts as well as-"
"Eliza," Sir Ross interrupted grumpily, "if you must engage in prurient gossip, please do it in a room where I am not forced to listen." He scowled at both women, his gaze settling on Sophia. "Surely there is something better for the two of you to discuss than 'bedroom arts'."
Sophia's laughing gaze met Eliza's. "He is quite right," she said. "We should not lower ourselves to gossip in front of Sir Ross." She paused before adding mischievously, "You can tell me the rest about Dr. Linley when we're in the kitchen.”
Source: Lady Sophia's Lover
“What a pleasure it is to be in business with BASE. I'm impressed with the honesty, integrity and efficiency with which they operate. The next show I do and represent, I will be doing with them all over again.”
“What a pleasure life would be to live if everybody would try to do only half of what he expects others to do.”
“What a pleasure to have children in Heaven and to watch them grow and develop without the Devil and all his imps around and without sin and the Curse and all the pain, sorrow and crying! It will be pure pleasure to have children in Heaven!”
“What a pleasure to hear Michael Savage backtalk to Hillary [Clinton]. You know, there is such hypocrisy with her. I didn't start out as a Clinton basher; I started out hopeful years ago. What she's doing here is merely damage control because her drugs have come under criticism.”
“What a pleasure to read!”
“What a poem means is as much what it means to others as what it means to the author; and indeed, in the course of time a poet may become merely reader in respect to his own works, forgetting his original meaning.”
Source: The Use of Poetry and the Use of Criticism: Studies in the Relation of Criticism to Poetry in England
“What a poet I am. Like T S Eliot but with better boobs.”
Source: The Exact Opposite of Okay
“What a polite game tennis is. The chief word in it seems to be "sorry" and admiration of each other's play crosses the net as frequently as the ball.”
“What a politician she’d have made if she had been born a man!”
Source: Throne of Glass
“What a poor appearance the tales of poets make when stripped of the colours which music puts upon them, and recited in simple prose.”
Source: The Republic
“What a poor life I have had if I am only remembered for the amount of money I made.”
“What a position of transcendent horror must that be, where the perpetrator of a great crime, till then a stranger to positive guilt, finds himself suddenly cut off, and forever, from all human sympathy, isolated from hope, the tenant of a solitary cell, and with a wide, impassable gulf yawning between him and that great brotherhood of which he has ceased to be a part--no longer regarded as a man, but as a monster in the shape of one, from whom Mercy herself turns away, and for whom Pity even has no tears!”
“What a powerful thing to know: That one's own desires are mappable onto strangers; that what one finds in oneself will most certainly be found in The Other.”
Source: The Brain-Dead Megaphone
“What a precious gift I'd been given, to no longer have that constant internal narrative wondering if I fitted in - a narrative that I'd done my very best to hide, all these years. It made me feel somehow taller. Stronger. Proud of myself. More honest. I mean, what a waste of a life to spend it lying to everyone - and worst of all, to yourself.”
Source: The New Beginnings Coffee Club
“What a pretty bird you are," I crooned.
His struggling slowed, then stilled. I felt him cock his head.
"What a lovely bird," I repeated in a syrupy voice. "Yes, you're the loveliest bird." I stroked his back. He made a pleased muttering sound in his breast. Soon his smug silence indicated that he was quite content to remain as he was, so long as I continued my praise.”
Source: An Enchantment of Ravens
“What a pretty cage it is, she thought. And what a seductive jailer.”
Source: Sine Qua Non
“What a pretty color...
A kind of goldish-green, with an emerald tint to it...
Mmm...!
A sweet, gentle, slightly bitter flavor with a soft aftertaste...
It's as if a breeze from a mountain stream has just blown through my body...
I probably wouldn't have understood this flavor if you had just given it to me the moment I arrived here after walking under the sun.
It's all because I drank that hot hōjicha first...
Now I get it! You made me walk under the scorching sun so that I'd understand the flavor of this tea...
This house... the mild breeze from the rice paddies... the sound of cicadas... the dragonflies...
What luxury..."
"This gyokuro is the last thing I've prepared for you today."
"Ōhara, I'm going to get angry if you give me anything else.
I've just had a taste of real Japan. The spirit of Japan.
As long as the Japanese do not lose this spirit, they'll be fine.
This is that essential ingredient all those expensive feasts were lacking.
So what more could I ask for?”
Source: Japanese Cuisine
“What a pretty little wedding,' Rhysand said, stuffing his hands into his pockets as those many swords remained in their sheaths. The remaining crowd was pressing back, some climbing over seats to get away.
Rhys looked me over slowly, and clicked his tongue at my silk gloves. Whatever had been building beneath my skin went still and cold.
'Get the hell out,' growled Tamlin, stalking toward us. Claws ripped from his knuckles.
Rhys clicked his tongue again. 'Oh, I don't think so. Not when I need to call in my bargain with Feyre darling.'
My stomach hollowed out. No- no, not now.
'You try to break the bargain, and you know what will happen,' Rhys went on, chuckling a bit at the crowd still falling over themselves to get away from him. He jerked his chin toward me. 'I gave you three months of freedom. You could at least look happy to see me.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit!”
Source: The plays of William Shakspeare: In fifteen volumes. With the corrections and illustrations of various commentators. To which are added, notes by Samuel Johnson and George Steevens. The fourth edition. Revised and augmented (with a glossarial index) by the editor of Dodsley's collection of old plays
“What a previous privilege to pray!”
“What a price we pay for experience, when we must sell our youth to buy it.”
“What a privilege it is to be able to say it’s hard to hear someone’s story.”
“What a privilege it is to be an American!”
Source: Socrates: An Oration
“What a privilege it is to live now, at just this moment, and to be able to go anywhere....”
Source: Envy
“What a privilege to be here on the planet to contribute your unique donation to humankind. Each face in the rainbow of colors that populate our world is precious and special.”
“What a privilege to live for our Lord and to die for Him as well.”
“What a privileged to pray?”
“What a prodigious conscience must that be that can be at quiet within itself whilst it harbors under the
same roof, with so agreeing and so calm a society, both the crime and the judge?”
Source: The Complete Essays
“What a profound significance small things assume when the woman we love conceals them from us.”
“What a proof of the Divine tenderness is there in the human heart itself, which is the organ and receptacle oft so many sympathies! When we consider how exquisite are those conditions by which it is even made capable of so much suffering--the capabilities of a child's heart, of a mother's heart,--what must be the nature of Him who fashioned its depths, and strung its chords.”
“What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm!”
Source: John Muir: His Life and Letters and Other Writings
“What a pure blessing it was to have a bath in a tub alone in a room where all you had to do was pump the water, not tote buckets. Then all you had to do was pull out the cork, not tote more buckets to the back porch--that kind of thing is easy to take lightly until you don't have it.”
Source: Sarah's Quilt: A Novel of Sarah Agnes Prine and the Arizona Territories, 1906
“What a puzzle death becomes, rainy afternoons
to put who we were
back together.”
Source: Cadaver, Speak
“What a queer gamble our existence is. We decide to do A instead of B and then the two roads diverge utterly and may lead in the end to heaven and to hell. Only later one sees how much and how awfully the fates differ. Yet what were the reasons for the choice? They may have been forgotten. Did one know what one was choosing? Certainly not.”
Source: The Sea, The Sea
“What a racially segregated system once taught the young black about living with his inferiority is now taught by a benevolent social welfare system. The difference was that in an earlier age a black parent could fight the competing influences.”
Source: Losing Ground: American Social Policy, 1950-1980
“What a rare gift, by the by, is that of manners! how difficult to define, how much more difficult to impart! Better for a man to possess them than wealth, beauty, or talent; they will more than supply all.”