W Quotes
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“What is there to see in Europe? I'll bet those foreigners can't show us a thing we haven't got right here in Georgia.”
Source: Gone with the wind
“What is there to understand? The significance of life? How long will it take to understand the significance and the meaning of life? 20 years? 30 years? And the same question will be here in another 20 years, I guarantee you. Until you stop asking that question. When that question is not there, you are there. So that's the reason why you keep asking the question: you do not want the question to come to an end. When that comes to an end, there will not be anybody, left there, to find out the meaning, the purpose and the significance of life.”
“What is there when the ego is gone? Eternity, love.”
“What is there? I know first of all that I am. But who am I? All I know of myself is that I suffer. And if I suffer it is because at the origin of myself there is mutilation, separation. I am separated. What I am separated from -- I cannot name it. But I am separated.”
“What is there? No one can say -because there is no one there to say.”
“What is thine is mine, and all mine is thine.”
“What is thine is mine, and all mine is thine.
[Lat., Quod tuum'st meum'st; omne meum est autem tuum.]”
“What is thinkable is also possible.”
Source: Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus
“What is thinking? It is the activity of searching out what must be true, or cannot be true, in the light of the given facts or assumptions.”
“What is this "heart"? If I tear open that chest of yours, will I see it there? If I smash open that skull of yours, will I see it there?”
“What is this called, what I am doing, to myself, to my life, this wallowing, this pondering, this rolling over and over in the same places of my memory, wearing them thin, wearing them out? Why don't I ever learn? Why don't I ever do anything different?”
Source: How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe: A Novel
“What is this Charity, this clinking of money between strangers, and when did Charity cease to be a comforting and secret thing between one friend and another? Does Love make her voice heard through a committee, does Love employ an almoner to convey her message to her neighbor? ... The real Love knows her neighbor face to face, and laughs with him and weeps with him, and eats and drinks with him, so that at last, when his black day dawns, she may share with him, not what she can spare, but all that she has.”
Source: Living Alone
“What is this Chocho business?' Will muttered to himself. But his friends overheard the comment. 'It's a term of great respect,' they chorused, and he glared at them. 'Oh, shut up,' he said.”
“What is this demilitarized zone? Whatever it is, I like it! Gets you on your toes better than a strong cup of cappuccino.”
“What is this drive to be thinner, prettier, better dressed, other? Who exactly is this other and what does she look like beyond the jacket she's wearing or the food she's not eating? What might we be doing, thinking, feeling about if we didn't think about body image, ever?”
“What is this?" Emily asked, looking in the largest Styrofoam container. There was a bunch of dry-looking chopped meat inside.
"Barbecue."
"This isn't barbecue," Emily said. "Barbecue is hot dogs and hamburgers on a grill."
Vance laughed, which automatically made Emily smile. "Ha! Blasphemy! In North Carolina, barbecue means pork, child. Hot dogs and hamburgers on a grill- that's called, 'cooking out' around here," he explained with sudden enthusiasm. "And there are two types of North Carolina barbecue sauce-Lexington and Eastern North Carolina. Here, look." He excitedly found a container of sauce and showed her, accidentally spilling some on the table. "Lexington-style is the sweet sugar-and-tomato-based sauce, some people call it the red sauce, that you put on chopped or pulled pork shoulder. Julia's restaurant is Lexington-style. But there are plenty of Eastern North Carolina-style restaurants here. They use a thin, tart, vinegar-and-pepper based sauce. And, generally, they use the whole hog. But no matter the style, there's always hush puppies and coleslaw. And, if I'm not mistaken, those are slices of Milky Way cake. Julia makes the best Milky Way cakes."
"Like the candy bar?"
"Yep. The candy bars are melted and poured into the batter. It means 'Welcome.'"
Emily looked over to the cake Julia had brought yesterday morning, still on the counter. "I thought an apple stack cake meant 'Welcome.'"
"Any kind of cake means 'Welcome,'" he said. "Well, except for coconut cake and fried chicken when there's a death."
Emily looked at him strangely.
"And occasionally a broccoli casserole," he added.”
Source: The Girl Who Chased the Moon
“What is this enigmatic impulse that does not allow one to settle down in the achieved, the finished? I think it is a quest for reality.”
“What is this eternity to me without you?
What is the infinity of my domains?
Empty ringing words,
A spacious temple - without a divinity!”
“What is this food in my head, anyway? Let’s see...it’s green and good for you and so delicious. It’s prepared by angels with love. The minute you bite into it, it’s savory, chewy, nourishing, and whole- some. You feel instantly revitalized. A small, tiny amount, just a few bites, rejuvenates every cell, deepens your breath, clears your mind, heals your wounds, and mends your heart. It’s made from joyous plants that voluntarily separate themselves from their stalks, laying themselves at the feet of the approaching gardener who gathers them. They eagerly offer their vital energies to nourish living spirits. The angels in their chef hats, singing mantras, cook it tenderly to retain all the benefits of the generous plants. It’s barely sweet, barely salty, and contains all the freshness of spring herbs, summer fruit, spreading leaves, and burgeoning seeds. It comes premade in bags or boxes...you just open it up, sit down, and enjoy. It’s a full meal, enough maybe for a whole day, maybe for a week, maybe for your family, maybe for your friends and neighbors. It multiplies like loaves and fishes, in little biodegradable containers that vaporize instantly the moment you finish them, without any greenhouse emissions. Nothing to clean up!”
Source: Full: How one woman found yoga, eased her inner hunger, and started loving herself
“What is this frog and mouse battle among the mathematicians?”
“What is this generation of students worth? It's worth everything.”
“What is this growing old, when even the engine that holds our despair and hope in balance begins to fail us.”
Source: Annie Dunne
“What is this gypsy passion for separation, this readiness to rush off when we've just met? My head rests in my hands as I realize, looking into the night that no one turning over our letters has yet understood how completely and how deeply faithless we are, which is to say: how true we are to ourselves.”
Source: Bride of Ice: New Selected Poems
“What is this "heart"? If I tear open that chest of yours, will I see it there? If I smash open that skull of yours, will I see it there?
~ulquiorra”
“What is this human condition? Why are we never satisfied with the choices we make? What would it take to make us really happy?”
Source: The World's Most Frustrated Man
“What is this?" I asked him. "Are you sad? Do you feel a longing for your own country, or are you simply planning new calculations? Is it mathematics or nostalgia?"
"My friend..." he replied, "nostalgia and calculations are not unrelated.”
Source: The Man Who Counted: A Collection of Mathematical Adventures
“What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness, Anger, discontent and drooping hopes? Degenerate sons and daughters, Life is too strong for you— It takes life to love Life.”
Source: Spoon River Anthology
“What is this impulse in me to worship & crucify
anyone who leaves me—”
Source: Brute: Poems
“What is this?" Kathleen asked, picking up the bottle and viewing it suspiciously.
"It's a beautifier," Pandora said.
"Bloom of Rose," Cassandra chimed in.
Kathleen gasped as she realized what it was. "It's rouge. She had never even held a container of rouge before. Setting it on the counter, she said firmly, "No."
"But Kathleen-"
"No to rouge," she said, "now and for all time."
"We need to enhance our complexions," Pandora protested.
"It won't do any harm," Cassandra chimed in. "The bottle says that Bloom of Rose is 'delicate and inoffensive'... It's written right there, you see?"
"The comments you would receive if you wore rouge in public would assuredly not be delicate or inoffensive. People would assume you were a fallen woman. Or worse, an actress."
Pandora turned to Devon. "Lord Trenear, what do you think?"
"This is one of those times when it's best for a man to avoid thinking altogether," he said hastily.
"Bother," Cassandra said. Reaching for a white glass pot with a gilded top, she gave it to Kathleen. "We found this for you. It's lily pomatum, for your wrinkles."
"I don't have wrinkles," Kathleen said with dawning indignation.
"Not yet," Pandora allowed. "But someday you will.”
Source: Cold-Hearted Rake
“What is this?” Lan asked.
“A sandwich. How’s the coffee?”
Lan sipped the coffee. She paused. Of course she knew what coffee was.
But she had never tasted Vietnamese drip coffee with condensed milk.
Lan looked about her at the happy customers. They seemed so different
from the ones who were now coming to Starrgate. Why was this different
from the donuts at the shop? And why did sipping a sweet Vietnamese coffee
—why did that make her heart skip?
A sandwich that is more than a sandwich. Coffee that is more than coffee.”
Source: Light from Uncommon Stars
“What is this land of Instagram, social media? Having a lot of likes and a lot of followers, and getting paid for it? I kind of found it to be really twisted, but then I started to see how it worked, and see how powerful it was, and how impressionable we all are.”
“What is this life but the sound of an appalling love.”
“What is this life-changing decision we both have made? I have decided to believe that Sarah does not intend to be disrespectful. Oh, she can get nasty, but that isn’t how she feels in her heart. I know she respects who I am deep inside. Sarah has decided to believe that I do not intend to be unloving, though I still hurt her at times with my comments and attitudes. She knows that in my heart I love her deeply and would even die for her.”
Source: Love and Respect: The Love She Most Desires; The Respect He Desperately Needs
“What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.”
Source: Common Joys and Other Poems
“What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
- Leisure”
Source: Common Joys and Other Poems
“What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.”
Source: The True Traveller: A Reader
“What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.”
“What is this life! you cry out. Only silence answers, and it is eloquent. Shining eyes open in the darkness, the eyes of that face, smiling too much and too long. Without a word, that smile coerces from you an old question: Was it all so useless? The smile pushes up at its edges, too rigid to be real. You cannot look away as it widens past all natural proportion. There is nothing left but that big smile. It is the last thing you see: a great gaping mouth like the entrance to a carnival ride. Then: the sense of being swallowed. That is the story; that is the plot of our lives.”
Source: The Conspiracy Against the Human Race
“What is this longing, she will want to ask. This troubling feeling of more to come. You can make something out of it, I want to tell her. But that's what her life is for.”
Source: Safekeeping: Some True Stories from a Life
“What is this love that endures decades, passes on sleep, and resists death to give one kiss? Call it agape love, a love that bears a semblance of God's.”
Source: 3:16: The Numbers of Hope
“What is this love
that makes me see beauty,
and makes every beautiful thing
bring you back to me?
What is this love
that makes me declare 'I love you'
even though I uttered it
only a moment ago?
What is this love
that keeps growing even when my chest is sore
and it hurts to love you any more?
Tell me:
How am I to find what this love is
when it was the one to find you, me,
this verse, and this universe?”
“What is this love that more than all the cursed deadly or any other of its great movers so moves the soul and soul what is this soul that more than by any of its great movers is by love so moved?”
Source: All That Fall and Other Plays for Radio and Screen
“What is this man ? A ball of wild snakes which seldom have peace together — so they go forth alone and seek prey in the world.”
“What is this much repeated phrase 'active citizen' supposed to mean? The active citizens are the ones who took the Bastille.”
“What is this obsession people have with books? They put them in their houses like they're trophies. What do you need it for after you read it?”
“What is this place?’
‘Heaven.’ She laughed, ‘with better drinks!”
Source: A Banquet Of Crumbs
“What is this place? Jurassic Park?”
Source: Archie Wilson & The Beasts of Loch Ness
“What is this place? Hogwarts? -- Alex Rider”
“What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!”
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