W Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with W. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“What is it about our specific belief in God and His wishes that makes us so angry at the specific beliefs of another? What is it about the teachings of our respective deities that makes us more right than the next person? Or more wrong?”
“What is it about people getting all philosophical, instead of just getting on with the basics of being happy?”
Source: The One That Got Away
“What is it about people whose objects have so clearly lived?”
“What is it about phone calls in the middle of the night that always make people nervous?”
Source: Hannah and the Hollow Tree
“What is it about possessing things? Why do we feel the need to own what we love, and why do we become jerks when we do? We've all been there- you want something, to possess it. By possessing something you lose it. You finally win the girl of your dreams, the first thing you do is change her. The little things she does with her hair, the way she wears her clothes or the way she chews her gum. Pretty soon what you like, what you changed, what you don't like, blends together like a watercolor in the rain.”
“What is it about sadness that can be so fulfilling?”
Source: The Girls
“What is it about sameness that so draws me, and how could I begin to have that same kind of attraction to change?”
Source: Live Boldly: Cultivate the Qualities That Can Change Your Life
“What is it about separation, in any or all of its many forms and degrees, that makes it so basic and so sinister, so exciting and so repellent?”
Source: The Politics of Reality: Essays in Feminist Theory
“What is it about sex? Is it the sensations, or is it the meanings and the communication game that's tied into that.”
“What is it about shoes? I mean, I like most kind of clothes, but a fabulous pair of shoes can just reduce me to jelly. Sometimes, when no-one else is at home, I open my wardrobe and just stare at all my pairs of shoes, like some mad collector. And once I lined them all up on my bed and took a photograph of them. Which might seem a bit weird, but I thought, I've got loads of photos of people I don't really like, so why not take one of something I love?”
Source: Shopaholic Takes Manhattan
“What is it about silence that makes people uneasy?”
“What is it about someone asking if you're okay? Even if you think you're holding it together, all it takes is someone asking is if you're alright to completely melt away your resolve and bring that lump bobbing straight into your throat.”
Source: Dear Emmie Blue
“What is it about spirituality that doesn’t resonate with our core value of being rational? What makes it so difficult for us to maintain our level-headed (and slightly jaded) mindset while being spiritual at the same time?”
Source: More Likely to Quote Star Wars than the Bible: Generation X and Our Frustrating Search for Rational Spirituality
“What is it about stars that you love so much?” he asks.
That answer comes quickly. “Because they’re infinite. They’re miracles, and anything is possible when you look out into the massive space that goes on and on.” Because I want that. I want to explore and see what’s out there and feel as free as those stars in the sky.”
Source: Four Summers
“What is it about tears that should be so terrifying? the touch of God is marked by tears...deep, soul-shaking tears, weeping...it comes when that last barrier is down and you surrender yourself to health and wholeness”
“What is it about the component of fire? People have written about it. People have wondered about it.”
“What is it about the English countryside — why is the beauty so much more than visual? Why does it touch one so?”
Source: I Capture The Castle
“What is it about the fall that seems sentimental and romantic? There is something magical and mysterious about the way the leaves drop to
the ground and how they shimmer in red, gold, and brown, creating a blanket of memories. And as you watch the trees become bare, a sweet,
nostalgic feeling exists inside of you as you stroll the sidewalks that glisten with traces of rain, sprinkled across each path like little jewels. Your heart beats in a different rhythm as your thoughts dwell and wander about. You
remember things that should be forgotten because they broke your heart once, and yet you allow them to linger for a while for the sake of reminiscing. You parade with the hopeless romantics and the brokenhearted down
the streets, alone, reliving moments that once were. You hold on to these memories until the last day of fall, hoping that by winter, you will forget them all.”
Source: High
“What is it about the government and its agents and employees that they can lie to us with impunity, but we risk being sent to jail if we lie to them?”
“What is it about the Heavens that draws us to look up? For generations, centuries, (millennia?) it seems we are drawn to look up for answers, comfort in times of despair, with pleas for help, when we are in need of grace, and to give thanks.”
“What is it about the January feeling— past everything else, low-glowing hunger that propels me around”
Source: I Must Be Living Twice: New and Selected Poems
“What is it about the moment you fall in love? How can such a small measure of time contain such enormity?”
Source: Every Day
“What is it about the moment you fall in love? How can such a small measure of time contain such enormity? I suddenly realize why people believe in déjà vu, why people believe they've lived past lives, because there is no way the years I've spent on this earth could possibly encapsulate what I'm feeling. The moment you fall in love feels like it has centuries behind it, generations—all of them rearranging themselves so that this precise, remarkable intersection could happen. In you heart, in your bones, no matter how silly you know it is, you feel that everything has been leading to this, all the secret arrows were pointing here, the universe and time itself crafted this long ago, and you are just now realizing it, you are now just arriving at the place you were always meant to be.”
Source: Every Day
“What is it about the relationship of a mother that can heal or hurt us? Her womb is the first landscape we inhabit. It is here we learn to respond - to move, to listen, to be nourished and grow. In her body we grow to be human as our tails disappear and our gills turn to lungs. Our maternal environment is perfectly safe - dark, warm, and wet. It is a residency inside the Feminine.
When we outgrow our mother's body, our cramps become her own. We move. She labors. Our body turns upside down in hers as we journey through the birth canal. She pushes in pain. We emerge, a head. She pushes one more time, and we slide out like a fish. Slapped on the back by the doctor, we breath. The umbilical cord is cut - not at our request. Separation is immediate. A mother reclaims her body, for her own life. Not ours. Minutes old, our first death is our own birth.”
Source: Refuge: An Unnatural History of Family and Place
“What is it about the sea? Is it because it’s there?”
Source: Em and the Big Hoom
“what is it about the sky
on cold wintry nights
in the morning
there was dew on trees.”
“What is it about this ideological dream of the right to bear arms that overrides any other rights, I mean the rights to not have your children killed at school?”
“What is it about those unresolved endings that cause you to question every decision when you're trying to move forward?”
Source: Abandoned Breaths
“What is it about tipping their head sideways that makes them think their brain will work better?”
Source: If the Broom Fits
“What is it about us human beings that we can’t let go of lost things?”
“What is it about us lady authors and our fascination for the exclamation mark?”
“What is it about wearing a tuxedo or that little black dress, that makes us feel confident, beautiful, splendid, even invincible? We put on formal wear and suddenly we become extraordinary. On the days when you feel low and invisible, why not try this on for size: imagine you are wearing a fantastic tailored tuxedo or a stunning formal gown. And then proceed with your day.”
“What is it about you and my hair?" I asked, half laughing as I pulled out the first pins and put them in my pockets. "It's just wavy and brown."
"You see brown." He pulled the rubber band off the end of the braid when it fell and started to unravel it. "I see chocolate and nutmeg and cinnamon..."
I raised my eyebrows. "I think you might need some non edible adjectives. It's like you really want to eat me."
He raised his eyebrows back. "Don't I?"
A giggle bubbled up. "Touché.”
Source: Love Walked In
“What is it about you? People can't stop talking about you. Telling stories. It's all I hear about. Cuffs Alister this, Cuffs Alister that. It's like you're golden."
Han was speechless. Golden? He'd just faked his own death and was sneaking out of town with the Guard on his heels.”
Source: The Demon King
“What is it about your race that none of you can seem to properly weigh your own value? Every human seems to think more of herself than she should, or less of herself than is sensible!”
Source: Starless Night
“What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?”
“What is it, angel?"
"You told me once you didn't know how 'happy' feels."
"I remember."
"And now?"
Derek regarded her for a long moment, then pulled her flat against him, locking her in his arms. "It's this," he said, his voice slightly hoarse. "Right here and now."
And she rested against his heart, content.”
Source: Dreaming of You
“What is it at which all true artists are aiming? It is life, it is reality.”
“What is it between Obama and Iran? That's the question we all ought to have. Because it sure seems to me like Obama's got some sort of affection for that nation.”
“What is it but a map of busy life,
Its fluctuations, and its vast concerns?”
Source: The works of his life and letters
“What is it but my ahimsa that draws thousands of women to me in fearless confidence?”
Source: Collected Works
“WHAT IS IT CALLED WHEN YOU FEEL WARM AND CONTENT AND WISH THINGS WOULD STAY THAT WAY?
'I guess you'd call it happiness,' said Harga.”
Source: Mort
“What is it called when you grieve for someone who isn’t dead, just gone away or nothing like you thought they were?”
Source: Flounder
“What is it doing to me? Will the darkness consume me?”
Source: Ink Exchange
“What is it, exactly, that draws me to certain people like Wright, Dylan, Picasso, Emerson, Fromm, Frankl, Steiner, etc.? They seem to move in a channel flowing from their essence; leading them directly to what they think, do, and create. This is it!”
“What is it exactly that I'm allowed to do with you?" I asked.
"Anything you want.”
Source: In the Cut
“What is it, Father, why are you crying?” asked
Karl.
“Tears of joy and pain, my child. Of joy that
there are still patriots ready to give their lives for
this country, and of pain because they are so young
when they do it. These,” he said, caressing the crosses
he passed, “are our holy crosses, which spring
from the bodies of our heroes and are watered with
their blood and the tears of those who knew and loved
them. That’s why I’m crying, my child, understand?”
Source: Ale Noastre Sfinte Cruci
“What is it?" Her interest piqued by the heavenly aroma.
"Delicious," I said. I could have told her it was soup made up of parsley, spinach, dill, sautéed onions, thin noodles, chickpeas, kidney beans, dried yogurt, dried mint, garlic, oil, and salt, but why spoil the surprise?”
Source: Hungry Hearts: 13 Tales of Food & Love
“What is it I am afraid of letting go, my secret self less but self absorbed habits? Or maybe the question is - What am I afraid of learning - to become a more enlightened human being?”
Source: Nothing Sexier Than Freedom
“What is it?" I ask, terrified I have done something wrong.
"Nothing," Stirling replies, running a finger over his own lips. "I thought it would be different, that's all. Actually, it was like kissing a girl. Isn't that strange?”
Source: Legion Lost