W Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with W. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“What the hell, I think. My pistol is on my hips and my balls are between my legs.”
Source: Robogenesis
“What the hell?” Ian asked, holding his hands over the front of his Christmas briefs. Sara had ordered them from the Internet, and he'd worn them to please her. Too bad there hadn't been enough time for the underwear to meet with an unfortunate accident. A lot could be blamed on a washing machine.”
Source: Voluptuous Vindication
“What the hell, if you are going to roll the dice with Lucifer, I say go the distance.”
Source: Death Leaves a Shadow
“What the hell. If you had to go, why not go with style?”
Source: Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch
“What the hell is an oboe?”
“What the hell is going on?” Bricker asked with amazement as they watched Victor carry Elvi out. “First Basil’s carrying Sherry away, and then Marcus is carting a blubbering Basha off, and now Elvi’s sobbing to beat the band and Victor is playing he-man too. Have the women gone crazy or is this an immortal caveman convention?”
Lucian reached out and biffed the younger man in the back of the head.
“Ow,” Bricker complained, rubbing the spot.”
Source: The Immortal Who Loved Me
“What the hell is going on?" demanded Kami's dad, advancing with his black eyes snapping. Jared blurted, "My intentions are honourable."
Kami sat up straight in her bed and stared in Jared's direction. "Are you completely crazy?" she wanted to know. "This isn't the eighteenth century. How do you think that's going to help?"
"Well, I mean," Jared said, back against the wall like a cornered animal. "When we're older. I mean-"
"Please shut up," Kami begged.
"I agree with Kami," said Dad. "When you're in an abyss-like hole, quit digging.”
Source: Unspoken
“What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.”
Source: Looking for Alaska
“What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant.”
Source: Looking for Alaska
“What the hell is she doing?” Jake asked, his mouth slack as he watched her dance. The dance wasn’t some seductive siren call. It was odd and slightly awkward and joyous.”
Source: The Men with the Golden Cuffs
“What the hell is so funny?", He snapped. His hands now planted on his hips. Claire waved a dismissive hand, " I'm sorry", she giggled then took a deep breath to get herself under control. " It's fine Henry really, if it makes you feel any better, you have an amazing ass too", she said.Henry snorted and rolled his eyes. " Whatever”
Source: Henry
“What the hell is social justice? What sort of fool can imagine income equality as dictated by bureaucrats and government thugs? I dare anyone to attempt to explain those drug-inspired fantasies in meaningful terms.”
“What the hell is that?'
Cassian was grinning that next evening as he waved a hand toward the pile of pine boughs dumped on the ornate red rug in the centre of the foyer. 'Solstice decorations. Straight from the market.'
Snow clung to his broad shoulders and dark hair, and his tan cheeks were flushed with cold. 'You call that a decoration?
He smirked. 'A heap of pine in the middle of the floor is Night Court tradition.'
I crossed my arms. 'Funny.'
'I'm serious.' I glared, and he laughed. 'It's for the mantels, the banister, and whatever else, smartass. Want to help?' He shrugged off his heavy coat, revealing a black jacket and shirt beneath, and hung it in the hall closet. I remained where I was and tapped my foot.
'What?' he said, brows rising. It was rare to see Cassian in anything but his Illyrian leathers, but the clothes, while not as fine as anything Rhys or Mor usually favoured, suited him.
'Dumping a bunch of trees at my feet is really how you say hello these days? A little time in that Illyrian camp and you forget all your manners.'
Cassian was on me in a second, hoisting me off the ground to twirl me until I was going to be sick. I beat at his chest, cursing at him.
Cassian set me down at last. 'What did you get me for Solstice?'
I smacked his arm. 'A heaping pile of shut the hell up.' He laughed again, and I winked at him. 'Hot cocoa or wine?'
Cassian curved a wing around me, turning us toward the cellar door. 'How many good bottles does little Rhysie have left?”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“What the hell is that?" he asked.
"Magic mushrooms."
"I've always wanted to try those," he exclaimed. "They sound so cute.”
Source: Lullabies for Little Criminals
“What the hell is that?"
I jumped and glanced over to see Kristof staring at Grady, who was waving his arms, rolling his eyes, shaking and moaning.
"I think he's possessed," I said.
"By what? Epilepsy?”
Source: No Humans Involved
“What the hell is that?" I laughed.
"It's my fox hat."
"Your fox hat?"
"Yeah, Pudge. My fox hat."
"Why are you wearing your fox hat?" I asked.
"Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox.”
Source: Looking for Alaska
“What the hell is the sense of trying to hold the Democratic party together, if it's really a party of expediency, something that's put together every four years?”
Source: Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72
“What the hell is this?” Desandra asked
“This is Cuddles. She's a mammoth donkey.”
Derek grinned, leaning on the fence. “Do you have any self-respect left?”
“Nope.”
Source: Magic Breaks
“What the hell is this? The attack of the Planet of the Apes?”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel
“What the hell is wrong with him now?”
Source: The Yogi Book
“What the hell is wrong with you?" Westin growled as they entered the house. Lia twirled a bit.
"I am in a good mood. Is that not allowed?"
"For most people, yes, it's preferred. On you, it's creepy. What's up?”
“What the hell, Jack? What the hell were you doing back there? Cool the hell off. You’re used to people staring. Get a grip, man. Too early to let things get to you.”
Source: Body In The Woods
“What the hell kind of family did I marry into?”
“What the hell kind of Hell was this supposed to be?”
Source: Ghost Story
“What the hell kind of man decides to dress up as a bat and run around the city? There's got to be something a little bit loose in there.”
“What the hell kind of name is Kitty for a werewolf?”
“What the hell kind of revolution have you got just tossing out big words that working-class people can't understand? What the hell kind of social revolution is that? I mean, I'd like to make the world a better place, too. If somebody's really being exploited, we've got to put a stop to it. That's what I believe, and that's why I ask questions.”
Source: Norwegian Wood
“What the hell? Oh, that's right. It's the first Monday of the school year, so of course, Emma's beating the shit out of someone."
"Hector — come on and help me pry her off Helena," said Arnold anxiously.
"Oh, so that's who she's thrashing," Hector mused. "I should have recognized her solid gold pumps. Finally, someone who deserves it."
"It doesn't matter if she deserves it or not," Arnold said in exasperation. "If the Principal or the teachers see her doing this..."
"Fine," Hector sighed. "But she better not kick me in the balls again, like last time.”
Source: Olympus Rising
“What the hell’s the matter with you men? Are you cowards as well as stupid? You boys make me sick. I’m done with you. You hear me? I want you to go back to your places now and stay with your children until I say you’re needed.
“Tell your wives and your older children to bring with them dish pans and cooking pots. Tell them to bring their stirring spoons and ladles. Tell them to carry a mop over their shoulders. We’re goin’ to march on that mine and we’re going to stand guard to see that no scabs are allowed in. Do you hear me?” — Mother Jones”
Source: Hellraiser—Mother Jones: An Historical Novel
“What the hell's wrong with you? You look like you're about to have a seizure." - Hawk
"If your halo shines any brighter, it's going to permanently damage my retinas." - Jace”
Source: Ignited
“What the hell? This is some goddamn horror movie shit. I don't like this. I'm a minority. Everyone knows minorities die first in horror movies.”
Source: Heartsong
“What the hell time is it?" muttered the old man. He was always an aggressive sleeper. Sleep was one of the things he did best, and he loved it. Some look upon sleep as an unfortunate necessary interruption of life; but there are others who hold that sleep is life, or at least one of the more fulfilling aspects of it, like eating or sex. Any time my old man's sleep was interrupted, he became truly dangerous.”
Source: Wanda Hickey's Night of Golden Memories: And Other Disasters
“What the hell?"
Too late, she remembered she was wearing her Iron Man bra, a red and gold mask covering each breast, silver eye slits glaring into the great beyond---or in this case, at the man who had dared take off her clothes.
Liam barked a laugh. "Is that meant to scare dudes away?"
"You know I like the Avengers." She shrugged. "I just wasn't expecting to be... sharing the visual."
"So I see." His hands closed over her breasts. "I'm going to cover his eyes. I can't perform if Iron Man is watching."
"Afraid you won't measure up?"
"More like I'm afraid he might break down the door and take me out.”
Source: The Dating Plan
“What the hell was going on, why did I care, and why, oh why, did I not carry a pocket rocket in my purse? My girlie bits were still on fire, screaming for release after Mr. Sex God’s orgasmic touch.”
Source: Eve of Samhain
“What the hell was she doing? This was real. Not some fantasy. "We probably shouldn't ---"
"Blame it on the moonlight." He spoke the words close and then his mouth covered hers.
With the warmth of his palms against her cheeks and the pressure of his lips pressed to hers, Janie had to think the full moon was a s good an excuse as any for losing her mind and letting Tyler kiss her.”
Source: Midnight Ride
“What the hell was that?” he asked no-one in particular. “Did they ram us?”
“Uh – negative, sir.” Marnetti offered, reading an instrumental assessment from his display, “It seems we were hit by some kind of pulse wave generated by their jump.”
“Their jump? – You mean by arriving they nearly killed us?”
Marnetti nodded, continuing, “Range 0.5 kilometers, Captain. Holding steady. No recognized weapons activity.”
“Damage report.” He ordered, feeling his way back into his seat, eyes glued to the viewscreen.
“Shield 2 down, 1 is buckling.” Pluddeman choked.
“Power stable, all systems holding steady,” Marnetti added, now rubbing some bruises.
“Any communications?”
“Nothing, sir. Static on all frequencies.”
“What are they doing?”
“Nothing, sir. Waiting maybe.”
“Waiting, my ass!” Dayne barked. “They must be sizing us up!”
Source: Space Sucks!
“What the hell were you thinking?" Sleepy demanded. "Did Pamela Anderson die and leave an opening on the Baywatch rescue squad or something?”
“What the hell, I paid my dues.”
“What the hell, I'll just eat some trash.”
“What the hell-you might be right, you might be wrong...but don't just avoid.”
“What the Hell. In 1988, I was the AWA heavyweight champion and I never came to Milwaukee.”
“What the historian Elie Kedourie called "the Chatham House Version" - that toxic amalgam of smugness, moral relativism, and cherished feelings of guilt about the achievements of Western civilization - everywhere nurtured the catechism of established opinion.”
“What the history of aviation has brought in the 20th century should inspire us to be inventors and explorers ourselves in the new century.”
“What the...? "Holy S***! You're 250 years old!?"
He gives me a wink of his beautiful eye in response. "Surprised?"
"Um, hell yeah. Ok, that's pretty much disgusting. Chester the Molester. I've been screwing an ancient artefact!" Dorian & Gabriella”
Source: The Dark Prince
“What the Holy Spirit teaches is the Truth of God.”
“What the homosexual wants, and here he is neither willing to compromise nor morally required to compromise — is acceptance of homosexuality as a way of life fully on a par with heterosexuality.”
“What the horrors of war are, no one can imagine. They are not wounds and blood and fever, spotted and low, or dysentery, chronic and acute, cold and heat and famine. They are intoxication, drunken brutality, demoralization and disorder on the part of the inferior... jealousies, meanness, indifference, selfish brutality on the part of the superior.”
Source: The Collected Works of Florence Nightingale
“What the house kept us, we kept. The buttonhooks, the cotton gin advertisement, the letters, the filthy lady's glove, gnarled and frozen in a claw, all of it were framed under glass, in shadow boxes, displayed in the parlor by the guest book. We even managed to save the silvery gilt of wallpaper and the peacock frieze we found like a gift under the brown and orange daisy paper in the hallway. Lost objects in a house are like memories tucked in the gray folds of our brains. They will resurface. Eventually, they will come back.”
Source: The Garden Angel
“What the housewives of Australia need to understand as they do the ironing is that if they get it done commercially it’s going to go up in price and their own power bills when they switch the iron on are going to go up.”
“What the human being is best at doing is interpreting all new information so that their prior conclusions remain intact.”