W Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with W. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“What abandoned course is that?”
“What about 101 Noodle Express?" This was a favorite dumpling place in Arcadia. Their dumplings were rustic and burly---leek and pork, pumpkin and pork, shrimp and bok choy---and their signature dish, a beef roll, was another life-shifting taste experience: long-stewed beef rolled in a crisp and chewy savory pancake with sweet hoisin sauce and a green chili relish.”
Source: Search
“What about a blues in W, in the key of W.”
“What about a chaperone?” he asked, though he was already guiding her to the side entrance of the ballroom.
Her smile turned wry. “Women my age don’t require chaperones, McKenna.”
He slid an unnervingly thorough glance over her. “You may need one yet.”
Source: Again the Magic
“What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.”
“What about a hoverboard?" "It's waiting on the roof, of course." Dr. Cable snorted. "What is it about you miscreants and those things?”
Source: Specials
“What about a man in your life?” he asked, surprising me. “It’s time for you to consider that possibility, don’t you think?”
Source: INNOCENT AGAIN: A LEGAL THRILLER
“What about a man who sits down to wonder Why life has cheated him? Thinks about his situation Hangs his head and cries Will we pretend, his problems don't exist? He's reaching out for help-will we selfishly resist? What about your brother? He's crying What about your brother? He's dying What about your brother?”
“What about a Princess Bride?" "Where are we gonna find a six-fingered man on such short notice?”
“What about an amnesiac, who awakes having lost his memories and must learn of his past from scratch? Has he died? How can we be just memories? How does that leave us with enough?”
Source: Lullaby
“What about an axman?" he said. Gilan looked at him, nonplussed for a moment.
"An axman?" he asked.
"Yes," said Horace, warming to his theme. "What about if you're facing an enemy with a battleax? Do your knives work then?"
Gilan hesitated. "I wouldn't advise anyone face a battleax with just two knives," he said carefully.
"So what should I do?" Will joined in. Gilan glared from one boy to the other. He had the feeling he was being set up.
"Shoot him," he said shortly. Will shook his head, grinning.
"Can't," he said. "My bowstring's broken."
"Then run and hide," said Gilan, between gritted teeth.
"But there's a cliff," Horace pointed out. "A sheer drop behind him and an angry axman coming at him."
"What do I do?" prompted Will.
Gilan took a deep breath and looked them both in the eye, one after the other.
"Jump off the cliff. It'll be less messy that way.”
Source: The Burning Bridge
“What about Annabel?"
"I hate her too", said Julian, without emotion. "There's plenty of room for me to hate them all".”
Source: Queen of Air and Darkness
“What about Beck?" "Backwoods Boy? Are you crazy? It'd be a threesome - me, him and his overbearing ego. Definitely doomed to failure.”
Source: Soul Thief: A Demon Trappers Novel
“What about books? Well, precisely because you have denied it in every other field, you believe you may still grant yourself legitimately this youthful pleasure of expectation in a carefully circumscribed area like the field of books, where you can be lucky or unlucky, but the risk of disappointment isn't serious.”
Source: If On A Winter's Night A Traveller
“What about Broadway? Yes, I'm involved with a new musical based on 'The Adams Family.'”
“what about Christianity? Are we right in the face of so long a record of its poverty in international achievement, to keep invoking it as a standard, almost synonymous with civilization?”
“What about Date #3?"
"Dinner at Puke. That's a big no."
"It's pronounced the way it's spelled," Daisy said coldly. "Pewque. And what's wrong with it?"
"I checked out the menu," Liam said. "I can't get excited about a faux-rustic meal of fromage-frisée, bone-gel bream, and liver-sauced jowl."
"I see you haven't changed." Layla's voice dripped sarcasm. "Once an ass. Always an ass."
"That's what I thought when I read the house special for this week," Liam said. "It doesn't matter if you house-ferment, dehydrate, and then pulverize your eel. Sprinkle it on your pigeon roulade and it's still going to be eel.”
Source: The Dating Plan
“What about David Bowie? He's a sexy creature.”
“What about desserts?" I asked. "If the world comes to an end, I'm going to want cookies.”
Source: Life As We Knew It
“What about desserts?" I asked. "If the world comes to an end, I'm going to want cookies." "We're all going to want cookies if the world comes to an end," Mrs. Nesbitt agreed. "And chips and pretzels. If the world is coming to an end, why should I care about my blood pressure?" "Okay, we'll die fat," Mom said.”
Source: Life As We Knew It
“What about e-mail? It is e-mail, yes?" Morley asked, leaning even closer. "E-mail is a kind of electronic letter. It travels through the air." He seemed very smug that he knew that. "Well, not exactly, and would you please either BACK OFF or go find a shower?”
“What about Fahrenheit 451 in this day and age? Have I changed my mind about much that it said to me, when I was a younger writer? Only if by change you mean has my love of libraries widened and deepened, to which the answer is a yes that ricochets off the stacks and dusts talcum off the librarian’s cheek.”
Source: Fahrenheit 451
“What about falling?' I asked. 'If you fall, you fall.' Elodin shrugged. 'Sometimes falling teaches us things too. In dreams you often fall before you wake.”
Source: The Wise Man's Fear
“What about feeling sorry for those who pay the taxes? Those who are people that no one feels sorry for. They are asked to give and give until they have no more to give. And when they say 'enough,' they are called selfish.”
“What about Gale?" "He's not a bad kisser either," I say shortly. "And it was okay with both of us? You kissing the other?" He asks. "No. It wasn't okay with either of you. But I wasn't asking your permission," I tell him. Peeta laughs again, coldly, dismissively. "Well, you're a piece of work, aren't you?”
Source: Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)
“What about going even further? Let’s use a universe-big thinking and approach to make the right now a happy one, and also the future and even the past, a happy future and a happy past”
Source: MY HAPPINESS FIX: The Book That Makes Me the Happiest One Wherever I Am - Saved Me From Anxiety & Depression With Its Good Vibes!
“What about good small roles for women? I've told my agent, if there are two great scenes in a film, I don't care, if it's something with that great edge to it.”
“What about guns with sensors in the handles that could detect if you were angry, and if you were, they wouldn't fire, even if you were a police officer?
What about skyscrapers made with moving parts, so they could rearrange themselves when they had to, and even open holes in their middles for planes to fly through?”
Source: Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
“What about happiness?
What about joy?
What about passion?
These are the intangible aspects of life that can't be obtained through a mere piece of paper.
There are individuals who continue to exist merely because they fear death. They are often told that their true aspirations are unattainable. They are told that pursuing their dreams won't provide sufficient monetary rewards, won't cultivate good morals, and won't guarantee a secure future. But is that all we desire? Is our sole purpose to study until the end of our days? It appears that all we do is engage in education, yet we fail to grasp the bigger picture.
To truly live is to experience happiness, not just to accumulate wealth or strive for a secure future. It's about having the freedom to pursue our desires and ambitions. We have our entire lives to reach that point. However, we must acknowledge that our futures can never be entirely secure, as everything can change in an instant.”
“What about him?" "What's going on with you two?" "Nothing," Kat said, a little too quickly. "Yeah, and why is that exactly? I thought you two were getting all relationshipy. But now you're gone half of the time and he's ...angry." "No, he's not." "Yes, he is." Gabrielle gave a short laugh. "He doesn't like you going off, doing these jobs on your own.”
Source: Uncommon Criminals
“What about holiness people today? Will we follow the drift of other churches and of society until we are indistinguishable from the world? To most people today holiness is an archaic, quaint word. However, if we ever abandon the concept of holiness, referring to it as old fashioned, legalistic, and unnecessarily restrictive, there will be no logical stopping place. Without biblical holiness as a foundation, we will absorb the evils of a worldly, ungodly society as it becomes progressively worse.”
Source: Practical Holiness a Second Look
“What about inner productivity? Don’t you consider it worthy or relevant at all? We are all too focused on the outer world. But what about our mind? What about the world that exists inside us?”
Source: The Influencer: Speed Must Have a Limit
“What about Isabelle?" Simon asked. "Where is she?" The humor, such as it was, left Jace's expression. "She won't come out of her room," he said. "She thinks that what happened to Max was her fault. She won't even come to the funeral." "Have you tried talking to her?" "No," Jace said, "we've been punching her repeatedly in the face instead. Why, do you think that won't work?" "Just thought I'd ask." Simon's tone was mild.”
“What about ‘Just-ification,’ but with a hyphen? Just-hyphen-ification?” Michael asked.
“What inspired you to come up with this idea?” I inquired.
“Well, if you hyphenate the word justification, it separates the term just from ication. The term just means to be fair and equitable, and since you told us that you wanted to advocate for tolerance between Reformists and Capacianists, I found that justness would be especially relevant to our new movement. Plus, writing that name on paper may intrigue more people, so the movement could become more widespread and well-known. And if you consider the word just and the word justification and put the ideas behind the words together, you would pretty much be saying that you would be using what is just as a justification to the new movement.”
Source: The Reformation
“What about King Tut’s tomb?” I protested. “That boy king?” Zia rolled her eyes. “Boring. You should see some of the good tombs.”
Source: The Kane Chronicles, The, Book One: Red Pyramid
“What about life, Ninotchka? Do Russians never think about life, of the moment in which we are living? It's the only moment we ever really have.”
“What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through a little speaker. [...] I wonder if everyone's hearts would start to beat at the same time.”
“What about me?" I whisper. "Where do I belong?"
"With me," my mother and Galen say in unison. They exchange hard glares. Galen locks his jaw.
"I'm her mother," she tells Galen, her voice sharp. "Her place is with me."
"I want her for my mate," Galen says. The admission warms up the space between us with an impossible heat and I want to melt into him. His words, his declaration, cannot be unspoken. And now he's declared it to everyone who matters. It's out there in the open, hanging in the air. He wants me for his mate. Me. Him. Forever.”
Source: Of Triton
“What about me?" Monica whined.
"Do you really want to know?" Shane gave her a glare that should have scorched her hair off. "Be grateful I'm not leaving you as an after-dinner mint on his pillow."
Myrnin leaned close to Claire's ear and said, "I think I like your young man." When she reacted in pure confusion, he held up his hands, smiling. "Not in that way, my dear. He just seems quite trustworthy.”
Source: Lord of Misrule
“What about me?’ said Grantaire. ‘I’m here.’
‘You?’
‘Yes, me.’
‘You? Rally Republicans! You? In defence of principles, fire up hearts that have grown cold!’
‘Why not?’
‘Are you capable of being good for something?’
‘I have the vague ambition to be,’ said Grantaire.
‘You don’t believe in anything.’
‘I believe in you.’
‘Grantaire, will you do me a favour?’
‘Anything. Polish your boots.’
‘Well, don’t meddle in our affairs. Go and sleep off the effects of your absinthe.’
‘You’re heartless, Enjolras.’
‘As if you’d be the man to send to the Maine gate! As if you were capable of it!’
‘I’m capable of going down Rue des Grès, crossing Place St-Michel, heading off along Rue Monsieur-le-Prince, taking Rue de Vaugirard, passing the Carmelite convent, turning into Rue d’Assas, proceeding to Rue du Cherche-Midi, leaving the Military Court behind me, wending my way along Rue des Vieilles-Tuileries, striding across the boulevard, following Chaussée du Maine, walking through the toll-gate and going into Richefeu’s. I’m capable of that. My shoes are capable of that.’
‘Do you know them at all, those comrades who meet at Richefeu’s?'
‘Not very well. But we’re on friendly terms.’
‘What will you say to them?’
‘I’ll talk to them about Robespierre, of course! And about Danton. About principles.’
‘You?’
‘Yes, me. But I’m not being given the credit I deserve. When I put my mind to it, I’m terrific. I’ve read Prudhomme, I’m familiar with the Social Contract, I know by heart my constitution of the year II. “The liberty of the citizen ends where the liberty of another citizen begins.” Do you take me for a brute beast? I have in my drawer an old promissory note from the time of the Revolution. The rights of man, the sovereignty of the people, for God’s sake! I’m even a bit of an Hébertist. I can keep coming out with some wonderful things, watch in hand, for a whole six hours by the clock.’
‘Be serious,’ said Enjolras.
‘I mean it,’ replied Grantaire.
Enjolras thought for a few moments, and with the gesture of a man who had come to a decision, ‘Grantaire,’ he said gravely, ‘I agree to try you out. You’ll go to the Maine toll-gate.’
Grantaire lived in furnished lodgings very close to Café Musain. He went out, and came back five minutes later. He had gone home to put on a Robespierre-style waistcoat.
‘Red,’ he said as he came in, gazing intently at Enjolras. Then, with an energetic pat of his hand, he pressed the two scarlet lapels of the waistcoat to his chest.
And stepping close to Enjolras he said in his ear, ‘Don’t worry.’
He resolutely jammed on his hat, and off he went.”
Source: Les Misérables
“What about me?” Wes snapped. “Don’t I get a vote?”
Daniel shook his head. “She’s willing and you’re breathing. I pronounce you man and wife.”
Source: To Kiss a Texan
“What about me? You read anything on me?”
“You’re angry, a rebel, and you like sex.”
Source: Guardians of Stone
“What about me?” Frances asked. “The butler,” Harriet replied without even a second of hesitation. Frances’s mouth immediately opened to protest. “No, no,” Harriet said. “It’s the best role, I promise. You get to do everything.” “Except be a unicorn,” Daniel murmured. Frances tilted her head to the side with a resigned expression. “The next play,” Harriet finally gave in. “I shall find a way to include a unicorn in the one I’m working on right now.” Frances pumped both fists in the air. “Huzzah!”
“What about Mickey Mouse? Disney tried very hard to make him a star. But Mickey Mouse is more of a symbol than a real character.”
“What about Millie?"
"Millie?" he says, spinning back around to face me. "Oh yes, Millie Vagaboss. Let's definitely talk about her." His sarcasm really isn't bad for a Midwestern boy.
"It's none of my business, really," I say as I realize I don't actually want to hear this, most likely.
"No, no, it's your business, especially since you gave her your blessing to basically dry hump me in the van last night."
"What the hell?" I think I feel my nostrils flaring, but I really hope not. "I did?"
"Yeah, thanks for that," he says. "She told me you said there's nothing going on between us, and you were cool if she hooked up with me, like I'm some guy in your personal boy harem and you're giving me to her as a token of your appreciation."
"It was so not like that! Are you kidding me?"
"She was really drunk," he says. "But that was the gist of it, yeah."
Now I'm mad. I have no idea why, since I basically did tell Millie she was free to go for it with Bean.
"What's wrong?" he says. "Did you really expect to find her hiding in my closet? Were you going to fight for my honor or something?"
"Stop making fun of me."
"Stop giving me to your friends like I'm some kind of manslut.”
Source: Loud is How I Love You
“What about Mum? Wasn't she the love of your life?'
'Once upon a time she was. But things change, Nora. Come on, you're a grown-up.'
'I...”
Source: The Midnight Library
“What about my brain? What about my heart? What about my kidneys and my gallbladder?”
“What about my past?
What about it? We all have a past, lovey. Yours might have a few bits and pieces that are more public than others, but that doesn't make them worse, just more available.
I think you should own it, all of it.
After all, the only thing the world loves more than watching someone fall is watching them rise again. (p177)”
Source: Wedding Girl
“What about my rights? What about a person's privacy? Did all that just go to hell after 9/11?”
“What about our children and grandchildren and their children and grandchildren? Do we not want them to live healthy and happy lives?”