W Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with W. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“What is life, after all, but a challenge? And what better challenge can there be than the one between the pitcher and the hitter.”
“What is life, but one long risk?”
“What is life, but the gentle effacement of a tree shedding its leaves?”
“What is life, when wanting love?
Night without a morning;
Love's the cloudless summer sun,
Nature gay adorning.”
Source: The Poems & Songs of Robert Burns, with a Life of the Author ... To which is Subjoined, an Appendix, Consisting of a Panegyrical Ode, and a Demonstration of Burns' Superiority to Every Other Poet as a Writer of Songs, by the Rev. Hamilton Paul
“What is life? A continuous praise and blame.”
“What is life? A gulf of troubled waters, where the soul, like a vexed bark, is tossed upon the waves of pain and pleasure by the wavering breath of passions.”
Source: Life and literary remains of L.E.L. [ed.] by L. Blanchard
“What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough: for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.”
“What is life? It departs covertly. Like a thief Death took him.”
“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.”
“What is life? The joy of the blessed, the sorrow of the sad, and a search for death. And what is death? An inevitable happening, an uncertain pilgrimage, the tears of the living, the thief of man.”
Source: Pope Joan: A Novel
“What is light for you may be twilight for another person.”
Source: Black Hole
“What is light without dark? Right without left? What is goodness without the option to be evil?”
“What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?”
Source: The Two Gentlemen of Verona
“What is like chemistry?"
"Well. Life."
"It's an outrageous farce, Oliver, with an incompetent producer...”
Source: The Pyramid
“What is likely to happen? Either an escalation of violence or an entire change in the whole Middle East theater. It may well happen, and I say this to my Palestinian friends, that the Palestinians have in a certain way missed their hour. They had their moment when the world's public opinion was behind them, and a considerable part of the Israeli public was willing to compromise with them.”
“What is line? It is life. A line must live at each point along its course in such a way that the artist's presence makes itself felt above that of the model... With the writer, line takes precedence over form and content. It runs through the words he assembles. It strikes a continuous note unperceived by ear or eye. It is, in a way, the soul's style, and if the line ceases to have a life of its own, if it only describes an arabesque, the soul is missing and the writing dies.”
“What is literature but the expression of moods by the vehicle of symbol and incident? And are there not moods which need heaven, hell, purgatory, and faeryland for their expression, no less than this dilapidated earth? Nay, are there not moods which shall find no expression unless there be men who dare to mix heaven, hell, purgatory, and faeryland together, or even to set the heads of beasts to the bodies of men, or to thrust the souls of men into the heart of rocks? Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet."
(A Teller of Tales)”
Source: The Celtic Twilight: Faerie and Folklore
“What is literature but the expression of moods by the vehicle of symbol and incident?”
Source: The Celtic Twilight
“What is literature compared with cooking? The one is shadow, the other is substance.”
“What is literature, and why do I try to write about it? I don’t know. Likewise, I don’t know why I go on living, most of the time. But this not knowing is precisely what I want to preserve. As readers, the closest way we can engage with a literary work is to protect its indeterminacy; to return ourselves and it to a place that precludes complete recognition. Really, when I’m reading, all I want is to stand amazed in front of an unknown object at odds with the world.”
“What is literature, really? Boiled down to a single sentence, I'd say it's this: an endless conversation about what it means to be human. And to read literature is to engage in that conversation.”
“What is lived is what is valued.”
Source: From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph over Death and Conscious Encounters With the Divine Presence
“What is living about? It is the decisions you must make between two rights, hard and costly decisions because always you can do one right thing, but sometimes not two.”
Source: Seed of Mischief
“What is living
But fear”
Source: Rome: Poems
“What is lofty can be said in any language. What is mean should be said in none.”
“what is lost because it is most precious what is most precious because it is lost”
Source: Three books by Imamu Amiri Baraka (Leroi Jones).
“WHAT IS LOST
Don't cry, my child
What is lost is never gone
Hold onto your dreams”
Source: Wordsmith
“What is lost in the good or excellent translation is precisely the best.”
“What is lost is gone, my child, what is lost makes room for something else.”
Source: The Shadow King
“What is lost is returned to me,
what is far away is near me today.”
Source: My Poems Won't Change the World: Selected Poems
“What is loud in you is not a part of you.”
“What is love ... Oh baby, don't hurt me ... Don't hurt me no more.”
“What is love at first sight but a proof of the powerful but silent language of physiognomy?”
“What is love but a prelude to sorrow...with heartache ahead for your goal.”
“What is love but a second-hand emotion?”
“What is love but acceptance of the other, whatever he is.”
“What is Love compared with holing out before your opponent?”
Source: The Man Upstairs: And Other Stories
“What is love except another name for the use of positive reinforcement? Or vice versa.”
Source: WALDEN TWO
“What is love? He is neither mortal nor immortal, but a mean between the two. He is a great spirit (daimon) and like all spirits he is intermediate between the divine and the mortal. He is the mediator who spans the chasm which divides men and gods, and therefore in him all is bound together. — Diotima (quoted by Socrates)”
Source: Love and will
“What is love? How do you love? Who are you?
Let the light shine into your Soul and teach you the ancient teachings of the Master within.”
Source: Sutras of the Heart: Spiritual Poetry to Nourish the Soul
“What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul”
Source: Les Misérables
“What is love if not a trick of the light?”
“What is love if not devouring?”
Source: Hazelthorn
“What is love?
It's not empathy, nor kindness.
Empathy takes two, the one who hurts and the one who empathizes.
Kindness takes two, the one who gives and the one who takes.
But love takes just one.
The two get together into one.
They don't separate.
The "I" and the "you" disappear.
I LOVE MEANS I DISAPPEAR..”
“What is love? Love is when your heart has a raging boner.”
Source: Inside The Mind of an Introvert: Comics, Deep Thoughts and Quotable Quotes
“What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's not a good thing.”
Source: The Left Hand of Darkness
“What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's not a good thing. Is it simply self-love? That's a good thing, but one musn't make a virtue of it, or a profession...Insofar as I love life, I love [my country], but that sort of love does not have a boundary-line of hate. And beyond that, I am ignorant, I hope.”
“What is love? The roller coaster that’s riding its way to death? Or its grave that buried its secrets with it? The unknown mystery that lays within our eyes, just that we’re blind to visualize its truth. The evil spirit, that shattered perfect and unique glass pieces into tiny, sharp, and dangerous ones. So again, what is love?”
“what is love? what was love for me?
it was when I believed I was the happiest person on earth if I had only him and nothing else
it was when I looked at him and felt a pain in my chest over how I would find anything more beautiful
it was when I started writing cause what he made me feel was so intense it couldn't just remain in my thoughts
it was pain, a feeling that emptied out my chest and ate me alive knowing just because I love you, it didn't entitle me to have you.
My love for you was like an ocean slowly drowning me and I was clinging to the last piece of driftwood that was my hope.”
“What is love?
When you become someone's first trust and last hope.”