W Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with W. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“What the great learning teaches, is to illustrate illustrious virtue; to renovate the people; and to rest in the highest excellence.”
Source: Confucian Analects, The Great Learning & The Doctrine of the Mean
“What the great mentor is always looking for is a person who is willing to tap his genius, to put it through the refiner's fire, to do the hard work to develop it. Indeed, mentoring is the medieval art of alchemy-turning plain old human steel into hearts and minds of gold.”
“What the great ones do, the less will prattle of”
“What the gurus were now selling was rehashed woo-woo! Now with NAPS you can truly use the Law of Attraction to its full potential, making all of those self-help books and audios obsolete!”
Source: NAPS: Discover The Power Of Night Audio Programs
“What the guys have learned is that whether you're preaching to one or 10,000, it really doesn't matter. That one person you touch may change the nation - could be the Billy Graham of Ethiopia.”
“What The Hague is doing right now in Sint-Maarten and Sint-Eustatius, namely intervene in parts of the administration. The black nationalist leaders cried murder over this Dutch ‘neo-colonialism’, but the people seem content.”
“What the hairies?”
“What the hand does the mind remembers.”
“What the head makes cloudy
the heart makes clear”
“What the head thinks, should be examined critically in the heart and this right decision should be carried out by the hands. This should be the primary product of the educational process.”
“What the heart doesn't feel,
the eyes cannot see.
And there is no greater obstacle
to vision than rigidity.”
Source: Insan Himalayanoğlu: It's Time to Defect
“What the heart gives away is never gone…It is kept in the hearts of others forever.”
“What the heart knows today the head will understand tomorrow.”
Source: The Crock of Gold
“What the heart liketh best, the mind studieth most.”
Source: Light from Heaven
“What the heart loves, the will chooses, and the mind justifies.”
“What the heart most wants, the mind finds reasonable, the will finds doable, and the emotions find desirable.”
“What the heck is true love? I remember feeling, back when I was 12 and 'going' with this girl, 'Is this true love?'”
“What the heck would the establishment know about conservatism?”
“What the hell am I doing here?”
“What the hell am I doing...? Escape holding myself as a hostage...? I won't be able to make it like that.”
“What the hell am I? – Vulcan wanted to roar as his ego got kicked around. Josie refused to see him as a hot blooded vamp with a yen for her a mile wide.
Vulcan
Paranormal Romance
Tara Malone Series”
Source: Vulcan
“What the hell are you doing here?" Drake asked me as anger shooted my brain.
"Dancing!"
"What?!" He asked like a dumb ass. I seriously want to punch him and tell him that's why I'm here but –
"You stupid! What's it look like I'm doing here? I'm here to help people.”
Source: Winchester
“What the hell are you doing here? You weren't on the guest list. Hell, you people aren't on anybody's guest list. If you turned up at a funeral, the corpse would walk out on you.”
Source: Deathstalker Rebellion
“What the hell are you doing?' Jacks growled.
Evangeline turned toward his voice, sweat trickling down her cheek, as she found him standing in the doorway. A vein throbbed furiously along the line of his smooth, marble neck. His skin looked so cool, and she was so hot. All she wanted was to press her mouth to his throat and maybe lick it just once. Her blood rushed faster at the thought, and her fangs started to lengthen.
'Jacks, get out of here!' Chaos ordered. 'Unless you've changed your mind about her becoming a vampire.'
Chaos gripped Evangeline's wrists tighter, pressing them- along with her- more firmly to the bed. She writhed against his grip; he was crushing her again with the full weight of his body.
Something loud cracked in the doorway.
Her eyes shot back to Jacks, who was fisting the now splintered edge of the door. Had he done that with his hands?
He certainly looked livid enough. His silver-blue eyes turned midnight dark as he watched her struggling under Chaos.
Evangeline dimly knew that she should stop her thrashing. If she broke free from Chaos and managed to bite Jacks, the life she had- the life she wanted to keep- would be over. But she also wanted this. She wanted Jacks to stop her struggling. She wanted him to rip Chaos off her chest so that he could pin her to the bed instead.
Evangeline took a rasping breath, and her gaze collided with Jacks' once more.
He scrubbed a hand over his jaw. With Evangeline's heightened senses, she could hear it clench under his palm. Then she heard the scrape of Jacks' boots as he sharply turned and disappeared down the hall.”
Source: The Ballad of Never After
“What the hell are you doing, waiting for your brain to show up?”
“What the hell are you doing with my underwear?”
He kept his response flippant. “I don’t have this color in my collection.”
Source: Heart and Sole
“What the hell are you getting so upset about?" he asked her bewilderedly in a tone of contrite amusement. "I thought you didn't believe in God."
"I don't," she sobbed, bursting violently into tears. "But the God I don't believe in is a good God, a just God, a merciful God. He's not the mean and stupid God you make Him out to be.”
Source: Catch-22
“What the hell are you three doing?" I clutch my chest and try to calm my heart. I had asked for privacy.
"We felt your power flare." Oh, they felt me lust for Mother Faerie. Just great. Now I'll never hear the end of it. I couldn’t help myself, though, she’s so powerful.
"Tell me, how would Draven feel about you hooking up with his mommy?”
Source: Tainted Power - The Complete Series
“What the hell could you do? I've never been arrested, I haven't taken drugs, I've had the same wife for 54 years; where's anything of interest to people?”
“What the hell did I do in the 80's? Midnight Run. A perfect movie. Just a perfect movie.”
“What the hell did we do to deserve this?”
“What the hell? Die in a fire, youth. Die in a fire.”
Source: やはり俺の青春ラブコメはまちがっている。1
“What the hell difference does it make, left or right? There were good men lost on both sides.”
Source: Behan Complete Plays
“What the hell difference does it make?”
“What the hell do doctors know about exercise? Most of them know zero. You gotta push elderly people to failure like anybody else. Then the body responds.”
“What the hell do I have to do to get your attention? Do I need to get up there?” I throw an arm toward the stage. His eyes swell for just a second, in shock. He reaches forward to hold my hands, but he catches himself in time and instead folds them across his chest. “Believe me, you have my full attention.”
Source: Ten Tiny Breaths
“What the hell do you know about what we lost?! You think we had it easy? That we had it better than you? That our war was somehow easier? War is hell! You think you're honoring your troops by reopening these wounds?! By murdering these people?! All you've done is perpetuate the cycle! Leaving a new generation of broken families! You came here, where you didn't belong-- You bomb their homes-- You murder their children-- And you wonder why they hate us?!”
Source: Captain America, Vol. 3: Loose Nuke
“What the hell do you want, Bettinger?” I asked, already bored of him.
“I wanted to let you know I haven’t forgotten about what you did.”
“What I did?” I kept my voice even, almost conversational. I lifted my eyebrows. “And what was that?”
He stepped closer, a snarl marring his pretty-boy features. “Payback’s a bitch,” he said low.
“Is that a threat?” All the muscles in my body tightened. My eyes narrowed on his face.
Braeden appeared beside me, planting his feet into the floor and mirroring my position. His arms folded across his chest as he glared at Zach. But he spoke to me. “What’s going on, Rome? Trouble in the neighborhood?”
“Nothing I can’t handle.” I stared directly into Zach’s eyes when I replied.
“I don’t make threats,” Zach replied, looking back at me. “I make promises.”
I couldn’t help it. I grinned. “What the fuck is this?” I asked. “Some cheesy after school movie?”
A couple snickers floated through the store around us, and Zach stiffened.
“Get the hell out of here, man,” Braeden said. “Before you embarrass yourself more.”
After another long, charged stare from Zach, he turned. “See ya later, Rimmel,” Zach called, making the muscles between my shoulder blades squeeze together.
Braeden put a hand in the center of my chest like he knew I was seconds away from grabbing that bastard by the scruff of his neck and face-planting him into the closest hard surface.
“Forget him,” Braeden said low.
I grunted and turned back to Rimmel. She gave me and then Braeden a withering look. “What the hell was that all about?”
Braeden whistled under his breath. “Tutor girl gets pissy.”
Rimmel narrowed her eyes.
Braeden spoke quickly. “Gotta jet. Hot girl is holding my place in line.” He slapped me on the shoulder and left.
“Coward,” I muttered after him, and he laughed.”
Source: #Hater
“What the hell do you want to work for somebody else for? Work for yourself!”
“What the hell does it all mean? Does 11:11 really mean anything at all? Well, that simply depends on whether you believe life has meaning in the first place.”
Source: The Road To Purification: Hustlers, Hassles & Hash
“What the hell ever happened to the concept of freedom and equality that we espouse?” wrote Dick Michaels, editor of The Los Angeles Advocate. “What difference does it make whether the straights push us around directly or do it through other, uptight homosexuals. This is what the concept of ‘image’ eventually leads to. The image becomes more important than the goal.”
Source: The Deviant's War: The Homosexual vs. the United States of America
“What the hell happened to Pluto?!”
Source: The Future of Us
“What the Hell happened to that angel,” Butch murmured.”It’s like he’s running out of battery strength.” Shaking his head, V went back to his phone. “Betty White did die. Maybe that’s why he’s in decline.”
Source: The Viper
“What the hell happened to you?' Rhysand said before the Night Court had fully appeared around us.
'Why don't you just look inside my head?' Even as I said it, the words had no bite. I didn't bother to shove him as I stepped out of his hold.
He gave me a wink. 'Where's the fun in that?'
I didn't smile.
'No shoe throwing this time?' I could almost see the other words in his eyes. Come on. Play with me.
I headed for the stairs that would take me to my room.
'Eat breakfast with me,' he said.
There was a note in those words that made me pause. A note of what I could have sworn was desperation. Worry.
I twisted, my loose clothes sliding off my shoulders, my waist. I hadn't realised how much weight I'd lost. Despite things creeping back to normal.
I said, 'Don't you have other things to deal with?'
'Of course I do,' he said, shrugging. 'I have so many things to deal with that I'm sometimes tempted to unleash my power across the world and wipe the board clean. Just to buy me some damned peace.' He grinned, bowing at the waist. Even that casual mention of his power failed to chill me, awe me. 'But I'll always make time for you.'
I was hungry- I hadn't yet eaten. And that was indeed worry glimmering behind the cocky, insufferable grin.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“What the hell happened to your leg?" Ang asked him.
Matt looked down at his shin, which was scraped and oozing and seemed to be caked in mud. "Crashed."
"Crashed what?" Ang asked.
"My mountain bike. We just got back."
"You crashed, then what? Rolled in dirt?"
He laughed. "Something like that actually. It's not a successful ride if you don't bleed." He must not have noticed the look of horror on my face, because he asked, suddenly enthusiastic, "You guys ride?"Angelo and I just looked at each other, and he seemed to realize that was a "no." "Too bad. Well, make yourselves at home. Beer's in the fridge. I have to get cleaned up. Kickoff's in ten minutes."
"Football?" Angelo asked.
Matt looked at his as if he had just asked if the sky was really blue. "Yeah! First game of the regular season!" We just stared blankly at him, and he just laughed and disappeared down the hall.
Angelo looked at me with a smile on his face. "Four fags watchin' football. Must be pretty fuckin' cold in hell right now.”
Source: A to Z
“What the hell has (Herbert) Hoover got to do with it? Anyway, I had a better year than he did.”
“What the hell has Hoover got to do with it? Besides, I had a better year than he did.”
“What the hell have Greenpeace and WWF done? They are paid very good salaries and they float around the world saying, 'We are helping the world,' but they haven't.”
“What the hell, I don't know, but to me a home in the suburbs is a sort of isolated hell where nothing happens.
[letter to sister Caroline Kerouac Blake, March 14, 1945]”
Source: Jack Kerouac Selected Letters 1940-1956
“What the hell," I said, pushing off the wall, ready to take off the head of whatever stupid salesperson had decided to get cozy with me. My elbow was still buzzing, and I could feel a hot flush creeping up my neck: bad signs. I knew my temper.
I turned my head and saw it wasn't a salesman at all. It was a guy with black curly hair, around my age, wearing a bright orange T-shirt. And for some reason he was smiling.
"Hey there," he said cheerfully. "How's it going?"
"What is your problem?" I snapped, rubbing my elbow.
"Problem?"
"You just slammed me into the wall, asshole."
He blinked. "Goodness," he said finally. "Such language."
I just looked at him. Wrong day, buddy, I thought. You caught me on the wrong day.
"The thing is," he said, as if we'd been discussing the weather or world politics, "I saw you out in the showroom. I was over by the tire display?"
I was sure I was glaring at him. But he kept talking.
"I just thought to myself, all of a sudden, that we had something in common. A natural chemistry, if you will. And I had a feeling that something big was going to happen. To both of us. That we were, in fact, meant to be together."
"You got all this," I said, clarifying, "at the tire display?"
"You didn't feel it?" he asked.
"No. I did, however, feel you slamming me into the wall," I said evenly.
"That," he said, lowering his voice and leaning closer to me, "was an accident. An oversight. Just an unfortunate result of the enthusiasm I felt knowing I was about to talk to you.”
Source: This Lullaby