W Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with W. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“what a shame that dreams are not the stuff that stories are made on.”
Source: The Letters of Shirley Jackson
“What a shame to be so afraid of failure that you stop living. My wife has a great one-liner about failure: "Never consider yourself a failure-you can always serve as a bad example." She is right. Failure can be a better teacher than success.”
“What a shame to be so angered by what you don't have that you treat what you do have like it's nothing.”
Source: You
“What a shame to deprive the youth of work to earn a wage!”
“What a shame to have been born a human being and to spend your whole life worrying. You should reach the point where you can be happy to have been born a human.”
Source: To You: Zen Sayings of Kodo Sawaki
“What a shame to waste those great shots on the practice tee.”
“what a shame we all became such fragile, broken things.
A memory remains just a tiny spark.
I give it all my oxygen,
To let the flames begin
To let the flames begin.
Oh, glory.
Oh, glory.
This is how we'll dance when,
When they try to take us down.
This is what will be oh glory.
Somewhere weakness is our strength,
And I'll die searching for it.
I can't let myself regret such selfishness.
My pain and all the trouble caused,
No matter how long
I believe that there's hope
Buried beneath it all and
Hiding beneath it all, and
Growing beneath it all, and...
This is how we'll dance when,
When they try to take us down
This is how we'll sing it.
This is how we'll stand when
When they burn our houses down.
This is what will be oh glory.
Reaching as I sink down into light.
Reaching as I sink down into light.
This is how we dance when,
When they try to take us down
This is how we'll sing it.
This is how we'll stand when,
When they burn our houses down.
This is what will be oh glory.”
“What a shame, for I dearly love to laugh.”
“What a shock that a guy who makes $2 million a week behaves exactly like I would with $2 million a week. As far as I’m concerned, if you make $2 million a week and you don’t have a hooker in your hotel room, you’re creepy and I don’t trust you. And I don’t do drugs at all, so for me it would just be more prostitutes. That’s how they would find me. I would be dead on the floor, flattened by a pile of prostitutes. I’d look like a cat in a hoarders’ house.”
“What a shocking bad hat!' was the phrase that was next in vogue. No sooner had it become universal, than thousands of idle but sharp eyes were on the watch for the passenger whose hat shewed any signs, however slight, of ancient service. Immediately the cry arose, and, like the war-whoop of the Indians, was repeated by a hundred discordant throats. He was a wise man who, finding himself under these circumstances 'the observed of all observers,' bore his honours meekly. He who shewed symptoms of ill-feeling at the imputations cast upon his hat, only brought upon himself redoubled notice. The mob soon perceive whether a man is irritable, and, if of their own class, they love to make sport of him. When such a man, and with such a hat, passed in those days through a crowded neighbourhood, he might think himself fortunate if his annoyances were confined to the shouts and cries of the populace. The obnoxious hat was often snatched from his head and thrown into the gutter by some practical joker, and then raised, covered with mud, upon the end of a stick, for the admiration of the spectators, who held their sides with laughter, and exclaimed, in the pauses of their mirth, 'Oh, what a shocking bad hat!' 'What a shocking bad hat!' Many a nervous poor man, whose purse could but ill spare the outlay, doubtless purchased a new hat before the time, in order to avoid exposure in this manner.”
Source: Extraordinary Popular Delusions and The Madness of Crowds, Volume 1
“What a short time I had been given to experience love. I felt as my life had only recently begun and now it would surely end at sunrise.”
“What a sick, maschistic lion.”
“What a sight the big man made, sitting his horse with a commanding presence as if he were born to the guardianship. If she hadn't known him, Eva would have guessed him to be as regal as a king.”
Source: In the Kingdom's Name
“What a sight there is in that "smile!" it changes like a chameleon. There is a vacant smile, a cold smile, a smile of hate, a satiric smile, an affected smile; but, above all, a smile of love.”
“What a silly thing love is! It is not half as useful as logic, for it does not prove anything and it is always telling one things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true.”
Source: Epigrams of Oscar Wilde
“What a silly thing love is!' said the student as he walked away. 'It is not half as useful as logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to philosophy and study metaphysics.' So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.”
Source: Best of Oscar Wilde
“What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.”
Source: The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh
“What a singular destiny has been that of this remarkable man!-To be regarded in his own age as a classic, and in ours as a companion! To receive from his contemporaries that full homage which men of genius have in general received only from posterity; to be more intimately known to posterity than other men are known to their contemporaries!”
“What a slut time is. She screws everybody...”
Source: The Fault in Our Stars
“What a slut time is. She screws with everybody.”
“What a small thing it seems, to walk with the one you love. To look forward to a day with them. I marvel at the simplicity of this moment. And I thank the skies for the miracle of it.”
Source: A Sky Beyond the Storm
“What a small thing she had asked for, to be left alone, to be allowed the solace of her own atoms. The only cocks she wanted inside her were the ones she requested, the only hands on her body the ones she begged to have touching her, the only knife in her gut the one she lodged there herself.”
Source: An Unkindness of Ghosts
“What a smile. What a dazzle. How I wished for an instant that I had loved him.”
Source: Lasher
“What a snapshot is to your life, your life is to eternity, so wouldn't it be nice if eternity captured you smiling?”
“What a snarky jerk. (Obviously, I later slept with him.)”
Source: Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She's
“What a solace Christianity must be to one who has an undoubted conviction of its truth!”
“What a splendid head, yet no brain.”
“What a splendid perspective contact with a profoundly different civilization might provide! In a cosmic setting vast and old beyond ordinary human understanding we are a little lonely, and we ponder the ultimate significance, if any, of our tiny but exquisite blue planet, the Earth.... In the deepest sense the search for extraterrestrial intelligence is a search for ourselves.”
“What a splendid piece of furniture an armchair is, of utmost importance and usefulness to a contemplative man. During those long winter evenings, it is often sweet and always advisable to stretch out luxuriously in one, far from the din of crowds. A good fire, a few books, some quills - what excellent antidotes to boredom!”
Source: Voyage Around My Room: Selected Works of Xavier de Maistre
“What a splendid thing watercolour is to express atmosphere and distance, so that the figure is surrounded by air and can breathe in it.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Vincent van Gogh (Illustrated)
“What a splendid time Woo must have had.”
“What a spoiled, ungrateful ass I was.”
Source: Hollow City
“What a startling sight... a healthy, virile male in his prime. Strong and completely muscled, barbaric and yet beautiful. Fortunately he was facing partially away from her, so that her surveillance went unnoticed. He toweled his hair until the thick locks stood on end and worked down to his arms and chest, scrubbing vigorously. His back was powerful, the line of his spine a pronounced groove. The broad slopes of his shoulders flexed as he draped the towel across and began to dry himself with a sawing motion. A plentitude of hair covered his limbs and the upper portion of his chest, and there was far more at his groin than the decorative tuft she had expected.”
Source: Cold-Hearted Rake
“What a state of society is this in which freethinker is a term of abuse, and in which doubt is regarded as sin?”
Source: The Martyrdom of Man
“What a story is, is devious. It pretends transparency, forthrightness. It engages with ordinary people, ordinary matters, recognizable stuff. But this is all a masquerade. What good stories deal with is the horror and incomprehensibility of time, the dark encroachment of old catastrophes...”
“What a story that would make! How many men and women go through the same rivers, menaced by the same sharp clichés, the same jagged dangers that have threatened us! If the idea stands up, I thought, it would be worth uncovering the typewriter! How Richard-years-ago would have wanted to know: What happens when we set off searching for a soulmate who doesn't exist, and find her?”
“What a storyteller does is *see* more than most of us. We say he's making up his stories, but he—or better yet, *she*—watches more carefully, and then tells us what we would have seen ourselves if we'd just stopped to look.”
Source: Before the Dawn
“What a strange and sublime creature fate had chosen as my mate. A creature with skin the colour of milk. And blood the colour of poison.
Never had I known, in all my war-filled life, a poison quite this sweet. So sweet I’d gladly let it kill me. Over and over again.”
Source: Alien Tyrant
“What a strange business this acting is, Pyke said; you are trying to convince people that you're someone else, that this is not-me. The way to do it is this, he said: when in character, playing not-me, you have to be yourself. To make your not-self real you have to steal from your authentic self. A false stroke, a wrong note, anything pretended, and to the audience you are as obvious as a Catholic naked in a mosque. The closer you play to yourself the better. Paradox of paradoxes: to be someone else successfully you must be yourself! This I learned!”
Source: The Buddha of Suburbia
“What a strange creature is a laughing fool,
As if a man were created to no use
But only to show his teeth.”
Source: The White Devil
“What a strange creature man is that he fouls his own nest.”
“What a strange development of patriotism that turns a thinking being into a loyal machine!”
Source: Anarchism and Other Essays
“What a strange distance there is between ill people and well ones.”
“What a strange expression said the herbalist who would compare themselves to chopped liver in the first place? If you have to to choose an organ why not pick a gallbladder or a thymus gland instead? Much more interesting than a liver. Or what about chopped t-”
Source: Inheritance Deluxe Edition (The Inheritance Cycle, Book 4)
“What a strange family you are! Is your name Lettie too?”
“What a strange feeling to regret something even as I did it—the sheer denial that masked itself as courage, the rush of relief once the decision was final, and the cavernous sorrow that sank in within the hour.”
Source: Never Touched
“What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.”
Source: The Kreutzer Sonata and Other Short Stories
“What a strange joy it was to talk, to fish gleefully into the past and fling its fragments about us, with the unfailing aroma of pleasantness that pasts always seem to possess!”
“What a strange machine man is! You fill him with bread, wine, fish, and radishes, and out comes sighs, laughter, and dreams.”
“What a strange narrowness of mind now is that, to think the things we have not known are better than the things we have known.”
Source: The life of Samuel Johnson, LL. D., comprehending an account of his studies, and numerous works, in chronological order: a series of his epistolary correspondence and conversations with many eminent persons; and various original pieces of his composition, never before published; the whole exhibiting a view of literature and literary men in Great Britain, for near half a century during which he flourished