W Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with W. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“What sort of a life, what sort of a world was this in which I did evil when I intended only the best!
And I did evil even when I did nothing, leaving both good and evil in peace. I did evil even in speaking, because I never said what I should have said. I did evil even when I was silent, for it meant that I was living as though I didn’t exist. I did evil because I was alive and didn’t know how to live.
I was present in life by chance, and nothing I did was mine.”
Source: The Fortress
“What sort of an afterward for you and me do you have in mind, Athalar?'
He didn't balk from her searching gaze. 'The good kind,' he said with equal quiet.”
Source: House of Earth and Blood
“What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one's enemy only when his back is turned?”
Source: V.
“What sort of attractions do you think lured our coreligionists out of the ghetto and into the mainstream of European culture? Was it the wit of Molière, or the ingenious stage mechanisms of Pixérécourt? Or was it simply the opportunity to cast an eye, without shame, upon the living, unclad human form?”
“What sort of champion would I be if I just stayed in my normal weight division and didn't take the big challenges on? Bring them on, that's what Ricky Hatton's all about.”
“What sort of difficulties would happen when people of different cultures try to come together to worship? Tiny little things such as let's tell jokes with each other.”
“What sort of faeries should I look out for?'
'All of them,' Alis said.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“What sort of faults may we retain, nay, even cherish in ourselves? Those faults which are rather pleasant than offensive to others.”
Source: The Wisdom of Goethe
“What sort of freak then is man! How novel, how monstrous, how chaotic, how paradoxical, how prodigious! Judge of all things, feeble earthworm, repository of truth, sink of doubt and error, glory and refuse of the universe!”
Source: Pensées
“What sort of girls do i like? - They are all angels.”
“What sort of god would deliberately create a world in which his creatures must eat one another to live?”
Source: Women and Evil
“What sort of God would it be, who only pushed from without.”
“What sort of government is it that permits so many children to go to school hungry, without even a morsel of food in their stomachs? It cannot be! It must not be!”
“What sort of look are you going for?”
Damn, how did he answer this? “Something…normal,” he finally said.”
Source: Whisper Falls
“What sort of love is permeated by jealousy? You are jealous because you are unaware that everything you need is inside you.”
Source: Love Is All Forgiving: Reflections on Love and Spirituality
“What sort of love is this love that we have for countries? What sort of country is it that will ever live up to our dreams? What sort of dreams were these that have been broken? Isn't the greatness of great nations directly proportionate to their ability to be ruthless, genocidal? Doesn't the height of a country's 'success' usually also mark the depths of its moral failure?”
“What sort of man is this, who over and over again, gave numerous details about His death, months before it occurred, and added to each such utterance that on the third day after His decease He would rise again from the dead - and DID RISE, as even the city of Jerusalem soon came to believe? No other founder of a great world religion (or a small one) ever made such statements, or ever came forth from the dead.”
“What sort of pasta are you making?"
"Pasta con funghi."
He watched as she took a bowl of strange, round, reddish brown mushrooms out of the larder. The air immediately filled with their rich, earthy scent. Ripe as a well-cellared cheese, but tinged with the odors of leaf mold and decay, it reminded him a little of the smell of offal in his native Roman dishes. "How many kinds of funghi do you cook with?" he asked.
"Oh, hundreds. It just depends on what I find in the woods."
"You pick these yourself?"
"Of course."
As the smell of funghi combined with the scent of hot butter and garlic in the frying pan, Bruno felt his nostrils flare. And not just his nostrils. The smell was stirring up his blood, awakening sensation in a part of him that had been quiescent for a long time.”
Source: The Food of Love
“What sort of person does things like this?"
"I don't know," he said wearily. "All my decades, and I don't know. My brothers and I used to go rabbiting. We killed roos, to, when times were really tough. We ate the meat and sold the skins. I won't lie to you - we enjoyed the hunt, being one with the bush, so we knew where each animal was. I fought in World War II too, and, yes, I killed men then, even though I was a doctor and mostly, if we were lucky, saved them."
"But you never enjoyed the killing," she stated.
"No, Fish love. Every time I pressed the trigger there was the moment of regret. I killed for necessity, and never without regret.”
Source: The Last Dingo Summer
“What sort of person experimentally infests a child with maggots? A confident sort, certainly. A maverick. Someone comfortable with the unpretty facts of biology. Someone who is perhaps himself an unpretty fact of biology.”
Source: Grunt: The Curious Science of Humans at War
“What sort of personality does one need to have, as a twenty-first-century mechanic, to tolerate the layers of electronic bullshit that get piled on top of machines?”
Source: The Case for Working with Your Hands: Or Why Office Work is Bad for Us and Fixing Things Feels Good
“What sort of philosophers are we, who know absolutely nothing of the origin and destiny of cats?”
Source: Thoreau Journal 9
“What sort of philosophy one chooses depends on what sort of person one is.”
“What sort of philosophy one chooses depends, therefore, on what sort of man one is; for a philosophical system is not a dead piece of furniture that we can reject or accept as we wish; it is rather a thing animated by the soul of the person who holds it.”
“What sort of place lets you drive and vote and fuck before it lets you drink a beer?” ~Mark Cooper”
Source: Mark Cooper versus America
“What sort of politics you people do? Such is the way of all parliaments: one can sense even beforehand the trend of voting, in which direction it will turn.”
“What sort of power is it that really and truly renders the deity present? Human beings automatically think of God as someone who possesses and wields power. Jesus forces people to consider whether that deeply rooted conviction is true or not. In historical terms it is readily apparent that power, left to its own inertial tendencies, tends to be oppressive in fact. So it cannot be the ultimate meditation of God, though human beings might tend to think so”
“What sort of sap doesn't know by now that picture-perfect beauty is all done with smoke and mirrors anyway?”
“What sort of tree is there which will not, if neglected, grow crooked and unfruitful; what but Will, if rightly ordered, prove productive and bring its fruit to maturity? What strength of body is there which will not lose its vigor and fall to decay by laziness, nice usage, and debauchery?”
“What sort of work do you do?"
Lifting her skirts with one hand, still holding the owl in the other, she started for the cottage. "Quickening. Citizens of this spacetime call it clockwork magic."
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Source: A Heart for Copper
“What sort of world can we prepare for our great grandchildren?”
“What sort of world might it have been if Eve had refused the Serpents offer and had said to him instead, "Let me not be like God. Let me be what I was made to be -- let me be a woman?”
Source: Let Me Be a Woman
“What sort of world might it have been if Eve had refused the servants offer and had said to him instead, “let me not be like God. Let me be what I was made to be - let me be a woman'?”
“What sorts of people dig up a black grandparent and then demand special privileges? What does it mean when these same people spew racist abuse at the rest of their ancestry? What does it signify when a society rewards them for this type of behavior?”
“What sorts of things do you google when your favorite person in the world is determined to leave it?”
Source: All My Puny Sorrows
“What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine, The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine.”
Source: Records of Woman, with Other Poems
“What soul is to to the body, common sense is to the mind.”
Source: Wealth of Words
“What sound does a tree make when a man takes his Axe to it?
Does the tree cry when it hits the ground in pain?
- Paul Bamikole”
Source: Trees by the river
“What sounds good on the radio is really loud kick drums and loud snare drums, when everything's bombastic and in your face. It's the equivalent of a houseguest who screams all the time.”
“What sounds so terrible from a dog or small child is just wonderful coming from a grown man.”
Source: In Limbo
“What space brings to you is that global perspective, that planetary perspective, that we're all in this together, and no matter where you're living on Earth, we're all part of this amazing journey.”
“What spares us is memory,” he said. “It’s what makes us worth saving. However low we sink, whatever promise we no longer fulfill, we tell our stories. That’s why you’re so important, Charlie. You’re a guardian of our national memory.”
Source: Teller
“What sparked my interest in the combat sports in general was my older brother. I guess older brothers are supposed to pick on their young brothers, but mine took it to a whole new level. He broke my collarbone, broke my rib, and knocked my teeth out.”
“What sparks wars? The will to power, the backbone of human nature. The threat of violence, the fear of violence, or actual violence, is the instrument of this dreadful will. You can see the will to power in bedrooms, kitchens, factories, unions and the borders of states. Listen to this and remember it. The nation state is merely human nature inflated to monstrous proportions. QED, nations are entities whose laws are written by violence. Thus it ever was, so ever shall it be.”
“What speaks slowly becomes bold.
What begins as a letter becomes a book.
Whoever crosses a line is a poet.
Whoever is a poet becomes a revolt.”
Source: The Willow Song
“What specialists try to do is get at least three imaging processes that are totally different from each other. Then you can run these through a computer program and make a composite image. In one scenario you suspect a brain tumor, so you image the brain tumor with PET scans, MRIs, and CT scans and create a 3D model. The doctor opens up the skull to excise the cancer, but they can't see anything. Do you cut out what's supposed to be in that spot or not? The current story is yes, you believe the images over what you see with your eyes.”
“What spectacle can be more edifying or more seasonable, than that of Liberty and Learning, each leaning on the other for their mutual and surest support?”
Source: 1816-1828
“what sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination”
Source: Hydrogen jukebox
“What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful than the garment with which it is clothed?”
“What spot on earth," He said, "what region of the carth, Achates, Is not full of the story of our sorrow? Look, here is Priam. Even so far away Great valor has due honor; they weep here For how the world goes, and our life that passes Touches their hearts. Throw off your fear. This fame Insures some kind of refuge."" Line 624”
Source: The Aeneid