W Quotes
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“What river can flood over the mountains of your love?”
Source: Wisdom Collection: The Book of Wisdom
“What Rizzoli thought, staring at her own image, was that she hated Elizabeth Hurley for giving women false hope. The brutal truth was, there are some women who will never be beautiful, and Rizzoli was one of them.”
Source: The Rizzoli & Isles Series 11-Book Bundle: The Surgeon, The Apprentice, The Sinner, Body Double, Vanish, The Mephisto Club, The Keepsake, Ice Cold, The Silent Girl, Last to Die, Die Again
“What Rob Brezsny does with words is grammarye, the Old English term for magic. With his strange brew of macho feminism and poetic rationalism, Brezsny weaves a yarn crazy enough to be true and real enough to subvert the literalist virus of cynicism now immobilizing the collective mindscape.”
“What robs you from peace? Usually it's the so-called little things in life, like being late to work, or needing a parking place, or trying to find your glasses, your car keys when you are running out the door, those so called little stressors.”
“What Roman power slowly built, an unarmed traitor instantly overthrew.”
“What Romantic terminology called genius or talent or inspiration is nothing other than finding the right road empirically, following one's nose, taking shortcuts.”
Source: The Uses of Literature
“What Roop says is correct. That thermometer hasn’t worked in years.” Sanger paused, looking around for Hansom before continuing.
Not seeing the goatfish, he proceeded confidently, “Actually, I daresay my own studies have found the instrument to be so imprecise that it is my professional opinion that the temperature is just as likely to be going down as to be going up!”
Source: FISH TANK: A Fable for Our Times
“What Rose brings to the Doctor’s life is completion. It’s completing a circle – he’s male, he’s alien, he’s a traveler. Between the two of them together they complement each other and discover each other. And are in love with each other – absolutely, unashamedly, unreservedly.”
“What rubs off on me is hard to rub off. So, I’d better figure out what I rubbing up against.”
“What rules the world is idea, because ideas define the way reality is perceived.”
Source: Neoconservatism: The Autobiography of an Idea
“What rules?”
“Well, for one, I’m not allowed to break your heart,” he says. “Second, I’m also not allowed to break your damn heart. And last, I’m not allowed to fucking break your damn heart.”
Source: Ugly Love
“What runs so contrary to received wisdom is that it really is the male who is the aesthete while the woman is drawn to abstractions. Wealth. Power. What a man seeks is beauty, plain and simple. No other way to put it. The rustle of her clothes, her scent. The sweep of her hair across his naked stomach. Categories all but meaningless to a woman. Lost in her calculations. That the man knows not how to even name that which enslaves him hardly lightens his burden.”
Source: The Passenger
“What’s a best friend for, if not to hold you when your world falls apart?”
Source: Before and After
“What's a colder word for freezing?" Jackson asks, bundled from head to toe in my dad's coat, hat gloves, and the scarf I forced on him.
"Fucking freezing?"
Jackson nods. "It's fucking freezing. I'm not sure I really want a snowman best friend anymore.”
Source: History Is All You Left Me
“What's a colony without its dusky natives? Where's the fun if they're all going to die off? Just a big chunk of desert, no more maids, no field-hands, no laborers for the construction or the mining--wait, wait a minute there, yes it's Karl Marx, that sly old racist skipping away with his teeth together and his eyebrows up trying to make believe it's nothing but Cheap Labor and Overseas Markets... Oh, no. Colonies are much, much more. Colonies are the outhouses of the European soul, where a fellow can let his pants down and relax, enjoy the smell of his own shit. Where he can fall on his slender prey roaring as loud as he feels like, and guzzle her blood with open joy. Eh? Where he can just wallow and rut and let himself go in a softness, a receptive darkness of limbs, of hair as woolly as the hair on his own forbidden genitals. Where the poppy, and the cannabis and coca grow full and green, and not to the colors and style of death, as do ergot and agaric, the blight and fungus native to Europe. Christian Europe was always death, Karl, death and repression. Out and down in the colonies, life can be indulged, life and sensuality in all its forms, with no harm done to the Metropolis, nothing to soil those cathedrals, white marble statues, noble thoughts... No word ever gets back. The silences down here are vast enough to absorb all behavior, no matter how dirty, how animal it gets....”
Source: Gravity’s Rainbow
“what's a failure to you, can be success to someone. Its all about how you define it.”
“What's a fracking Cylon?”
Source: Hounded
“What's a fuck when what I want is love?”
“What's a girl to do when all she can think about is death? It was never an easy question to answer. Not as easy as I would have liked.”
Source: Bitter Seeds
“What's a good lawyer besides a superior bullshitter?...”
Source: Ghost Story
“What’s a greater joy than to see the one you helped smile coz of you?”
“What's a horizon?' Lazlo asked, straight-faced. 'Is it like the end of an aisle of books?”
Source: Strange the Dreamer
“What's a jagoff?" Stich asked.
"It's like a jerkoff, except it's you," Kat said.”
Source: Demons, Dolls, & Milkshakes
“What’s a LAN?” Viona asked.
Darryl scoffed.
Patiently, Owen explained to the novice, “It’s a gaming meet thing. Competitors link up on a ‘local area network’ together.”
“So there’s no lag,” Darryl chimed in.
Viona felt too silly to ask what a LAG was.”
Source: Harp and the Lyre: Exposed
“What's a little light stabbing between lovers?”
Source: Our Violent Ends
“What's a mistake?
Loving a soul which is only in love with your beauty!”
“What’s a mother for but to be blamed?”
Source: Tess of the Road
“What’s a musician?” Remus scoffed. “I say it’s anyone who makes sound with an instrument. Who says everyone’s got to be a Tchaikovsky or a Rachmaninoff.”
Source: The Cadence of Part-time Poets
“What's a rainy day
without some delicious
coffee-flavoured loneliness?”
Source: Turquoise Silence
“What's a record store employee without some casual music elitism?”
Source: Teen Dog
“What's a savage?" Amelia said.
"Someone who doesn't live as you do? Someone who doesn't have gaslight ans hows and cobblestoned streets?"
Levi took a breath and tried again. "These are simple people who haven't been exposed to-"
"And why is simple something that needs to be fixed? Why must all people everywhere be cast in the same mold?" Amelia said.”
Source: The Mermaid
“What's a slut?" I ask him.
"A girl who puts out too easily."
"Puts out what?" I imagine Greer putting out dinner and don't understand what Iwan wouldn't like about that.
"Puts out, you know..." His face, already beet red from our run, turns a darker scarlet. "Sex."
I wonder where Greer puts the sex out.”
Source: Beta
“What's a soufflé?" I sigh, for that is how the word sounds. Soft and sweet as a summer breeze. I repeat the word in my head: Soufflé. Soufflé.
"You beat eggs as light as air. And you make a batter of cream and butter, very fresh and the butter as bright as possible and cut very small. Then you flavor it. Master Soyer likes to use an Italian cheese or sometimes the finest bitter chocolate. And into the oven, where it rises so tall you cannot believe it. And when you bite in, it's like having cloud upon your tongue." Jack smacks his lips together.
I stir absently at the gruel and wish we had a few currants to sweeten it. And as I think of currants, all manner of other dried fruits swim before my eyes. I've seen them at market in Tonbridge. Great mounds of wizened shining prunes and raisins, orange peel crusted white with sugary syrup, rings of apple like the softest, palest leather.”
Source: Miss Eliza's English Kitchen
“What's a soul but the most concentrated piece of yourself?”
Source: For the Throne
“What’s a TH?”
“A Traffic Hazard,” Heeb clarified.
“Oh you mean because the woman is so hot she’ll take your eyes off the road?” Narc confirmed.
“Exactly.”
Source: Sex in the Title: A Comedy about Dating, Sex, and Romance in NYC
“what’s a tomb without a curse?”
Source: The Pharaoh Key
“What’s actually scary is not having limited senses, but having a limited consciousness.
Journey to Red Dawn – The Torch of Life”
Source: Journey to Red Dawn: The Torch of Life
“What’s “ague?”‘ Raya asked.
‘Malaria.’ Oscar said.
‘Oh, great.’
‘Hey, you want plague? They got that too.’ Raya ignored
the cat.”
Source: Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For
“What’s ahead is far better than what’s behind. The best is yet to come. Trust the journey.”
Source: The Light in the Heart
“What’s Albert going to do?” a boy named Jim demanded. “Where’s Albert?”
Albert stepped from an inconspicuous position off to one side. He mounted the steps, moving carefully still, not entirely well even now.
He carefully chose a position equidistant between Caine and Sam.
“What should we do, Albert?” a voice asked plaintively.
Albert didn’t look out at the crowd except for a quick glance up, like he was just making sure he was pointed in the right direction. He spoke in a quiet, reasonable monotone. Kids edged closer to hear.
“I’m a businessman.”
“True.” Toto.
“My job is organizing kids to work, taking the things they harvest or catch, and redistributing them through a market.”
“And getting the best stuff for yourself,” someone yelled to general laughter.
“Yes,” Albert acknowledged. “I reward myself for the work I do.”
This blunt admission left the crowd nonplussed.
“Caine has promised that if I stay here he won’t interfere. But I don’t trust Caine.”
“No, he doesn’t,” Toto agreed.
“I do trust Sam. But . . .”
And now you could hear a pin drop.
“But . . . Sam is a weak leader.” He kept his eyes down. “Sam is the best fighter ever. He’s defended us many times. And he’s the best at figuring out how to survive. But Sam”— Albert now turned to him—“You are too humble. Too willing to step aside. When Astrid and the council sidelined you, you put up with it. I was part of that myself. But you let us push you aside and the council turned out to be useless.”
Sam stood stock-still, stone-faced.
“Let’s face it, you’re not really the reason things are better here, I am,” Albert said. “You’re way, way braver than me, Sam. And if it’s a battle, you rule. But you can’t organize or plan ahead and you won’t just put your foot down and make things happen.”
Sam nodded slightly. It was hard to hear. But far harder was seeing the way the crowd was nodding, agreeing. It was the truth. The fact was he’d let the council run things, stepped aside, and then sat around feeling sorry for himself. He’d jumped at the chance to go off on an adventure and he hadn’t been here to save the town when they needed it.
“So,” Albert concluded, “I’m keeping my things here, in Perdido Beach. But there will be free trading of stuff between Perdido Beach and the lake. And Lana has to be allowed to move freely.”
Caine bristled at that. He didn’t like Albert laying down conditions.
Albert wasn’t intimidated. “I feed these kids,” he said to Caine. “I do it my way.”
Caine hesitated, then made a tight little bow of the head.
“I want you to say it,” Albert said with a nod toward Toto.
Sam saw panic in Caine’s eyes. If he lied now the jig would be up for him. Toto would call him out, Albert would support Sam, and the kids would follow Albert’s lead.
Sam wondered if Caine was just starting to realize what Sam had known for some time: if anyone was king, it was neither Sam nor Caine, it was Albert.”
Source: Plague
“What's all this about sin, eh?'
'That,' I said, very sick. 'Using Ludwig van like that. He did no harm to anyone. Beethoven just wrote music.' And then I was really sick and they had to bring a bowl that was in the shape of like a kidney.
'Music,' said Dr. Brodsky, like musing. 'So you're keen on music. I know nothing about it myself. It's a useful emotional heightener, that's all I know. Well, well. What do you think about that, eh, Branom?'
'It can't be helped,' said Dr. Branom. 'Each man kills the thing he loves...”
Source: A Clockwork Orange
“What's all this hiding happiness and wine away?
I've lined up with the libertines now, come what may.”
Source: Faces of Love: Hafez and the Poets of Shiraz
“What's amazing is that she was possessed by Satan for almost a year and nobody noticed anything unusual!”
Source: Undead and Unappreciated
“What's an idea? It's a little seed that is diligently and responsibly planted in the soil of the human space. It's a flash of inspiration that takes control of the mind and hands and feet. A distant opportunity brought closer. A change seen but not yet experienced. An 'unreasonable' suggestion pondered and acted on. A thought so innocuous. A feeling so fleeting. A fight almost dodged. A hope you are tempted to leave in the cooler. A power that towers all. Nothing happens without an idea. And every idea needs a daring man or woman. Isn't an IDEA better pronounced and understood as 'I DARE'?”
“What's at the bottom of the pit?' I asked as Rhys came up beside me, his shoulder brushing mine.
'I once dared Cassian to fly down and see,' Rhys braced his hands on the railing, gazing down into the gloom.
'And?'
'And he came back up, faster than I've ever seen him fly, white as death. He never told me what he saw. The first few weeks, I thought it was a joke- just to pique my curiosity. But when I finally decided to see for myself a a month later, he threatened to tie me to a chair. He said some things were better left unseen and undisturbed. It's been two hundred years, and he still won't tell me what he saw. If you even mention it, he goes pale and shaky and won't talk for a few hours.'
My blood chilled. 'Is it... some sort of monster?'
'I have no idea.' Rhys jerked his chin toward Clotho, the priestess patiently waiting a few steps behind us, her face still in shadow. 'They don't speak or write of it, so if they know... They certainly won't tell me. So if it doesn't bother us, then I won't bother it. That is, if it's even an it. Cassian never said if he saw anything living down there. Perhaps it's something else entirely.'
Considering the things I'd already witnessed... I didn't want to think about what lay at the bottom of the library. Or what could make Cassian, who had seen more dreadful and deadly parts of the world than I could ever imagine, so terrified.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“What’s behind the door or lurking at the top of the stairs is never as frightening as the door or the staircase itself.”
Source: Danse Macabre
“What’s bothering me is you always seem ready to snap my head off my shoulders and I’m not comfortable with that.”
Source: All-American Girl
“What’s bred in the bone, Admits no hope of cure.”
Source: The City-Madam: A Comedie, as It Was Acted at the Private House in Black Friers with Great Applause
“What’s broken can also mend.”
Source: Delicious Death
“What's cheaper than a gallon of gas? An ebook. Save a dollar, stay home and read!”