W Quotes
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“what was fang going to do BLOG about max throwing herself into space so she wouldn't have to kiss him again? NO instead he smashed his fist against the cave wall then grimaced at the pain and stupidity seeing his bloodied knuckles”
“What was fascinating to me, is that she [Hillary Clinton] still cannot answer eloquently, answers about her e-mails, she still can't explains to me why she's not a third term of [Barack] Obama.”
“What was formerly merely sickly now becomes indecent : it is indecent to be a Christian today.”
Source: The Antichrist
“What was freely given to me, I freely give.”
“What was frustrating about Armageddon was the time I spent not doing anything. It was a big special effects film, and I wasn't crazy about pretending I was in outer space. It feels ridiculous.”
“What was fun for me with this book [Lincoln in the Bardo] was to start out with the principle that went, "We're going to fight every day to make this not a novel; make it too short to be a novel." And then with that principle in place, the book sort of starts to say, "Okay, but I really need this. I really need some historical nuggets." And you're like, "All right, but keep it under control."”
“What was funny if you were there is that we were all immensely sophisticated people who knew exactly what she was going to say and we're chatting away, nice to see you.”
“What was funny, going to the gym, you see all these guys who are just massive. There's no way a person can naturally get that way. In the gym, you meet these guys and you talk to them, and everybody's really willing and open to explain to you what cycle they're on and to help you get on it.”
“What was given to us by the past is adapted to the possibilities of the future.”
“What was glimpsed in Aquarius—what was envisioned, believed in, prophesied, predicted, doubted, and forewarned—is made, in Pisces, manifest. Those solitary visions that, but a month ago, belonged only to the dreamer, will now acquire the form and substance of the real. We were of our own making, and we shall be our own end.
And after Pisces? Out of the womb, the bloody birth. We do not follow: we cannot cross from last to first. Aries will not admit a collective point of view, and Taurus will not relinquish the subjective. Gemini's code is an exclusive one. Cancer seeks a source, Leo, a purpose, and Virgo, a design; but these are projects undertaken singly. Only in the zodiac's second act will we begin to show ourselves: in Libra, as a notion, in Scorpio, as a quality, and in Sagittarius, as a voice. In Capricorn we will gain memory, and in Aquarius, vision; it is only in Pisces, the last and oldest of the zodiacal signs, that we acquire a kind of selfhood, something whole. But the doubled fish of Pisces, that mirrored womb of self and self-awareness, is an ourobouros of mind—both the will of fate, and the fated will—and the house of self-undoing is a prison built by prisoners, airless, door-less, and mortared from within.
These alterations come upon us irrevocably, as the hands of the clock-face come upon the hour.”
Source: The Luminaries
“What was God doing before the divine creation?”
“What was God doing before the divine creation? Was he preparing hell for people who asked such questions?”
“What was God doing with himself before the creation?”
Source: Three Novels: Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnamable
“What was God thinking when he created a guy this handsome? He wasn't a gift to womankind, he was a torture device.”
“What was going on inside of me became louder because everything around me became quieter.”
“What was good enough for the fiction fearing men of the past, is no yardstick for the civilized us.”
Source: Little Planet on The Prairie: Dunya Benim, Sorumluluk Benim
“What was good enough for the fiction fearing men of the past, is no yardstick for the civilized us. Just like what we carve out for ourselves, may not be sufficient for future generations.”
Source: Little Planet on The Prairie: Dunya Benim, Sorumluluk Benim
“What was good was that I had friends who were actors and in theatre who were really good, because I think my strengths were visual, like pictorial.”
“What was great about the 50s is that for one brief moment - maybe, say, six weeks - nobody understood art.”
Source: Essays
“What was great about the 80s was that you still had record companies who would get behind developing you as an artist. You had these bonkers heads of department and A&R people who, even after a flop album, would let you make another one.”
“What was H. not to me? She was my daughter and my mother, my pupil and my teacher, my subject and my sovereign; and always, holding all these in solution, my trusty comrade, friend, shipmate, fellow-soldier. My mistress; but at the same time all that any man friend (and I have good ones) has ever been to me. Perhaps more. If we had never fallen in love we should have none the less been always together, and created a scandal.”
Source: A Grief Observed
“What was happening was a maniacal assault on the inhabitants of the Paris prisons, with some of the royal family’s most beloved attendants still incarcerated in the La Force. These included the Marquise de Tourzel and Pauline-and that hate figure so often in obscene popular publications, the lesbian paramour of the “Infamous Antoinette”, the Princesse de Lamballe.”
Source: Marie Antoinette: The Journey
“What was happening was only the working-out of a process that had started years ago. The first step had been a secret, involuntary thought, the second had been the opening of the diary. He had moved from thoughts to words, and now from words to actions. The last step was something that would happen in the Ministry of Love. He had accepted it. The end was contained in the beginning.”
Source: Animal Farm and 1984
“What was happening was the war on drugs. That was the primary culprit I could see that was getting in the way of black progress.”
“What was happening with me, with the album [A Period of Transition], with the people who took the pictures, the record company, everything, getting a new manager [Harvey Goldsmith]-it was all saying a period of transition to me so that was the title choice. It says what it is and obviously nobody is going to analyze that. It's exactly what it is.”
“What was hard to suffer is sweet to remember.”
“What was he? A mere human, stuck between the rungs of blended adolescence and nascent adulthood. What power did he command over the mysterious forces of love? Which sword could shatter the impenetrable armour of desire?”
“What was he doing? Reading a little, maybe. We can't even be sure of this. In fact, his biographers have to admit they don't know much at all, and that, judging from appearances - at least between the ages of eighteen and twenty-three - he did absolutely nothing.”
Source: H.P. Lovecraft: Against the World, Against Life
“What was he doing, trying to teach lessons of bravery to another person? He squinted at the dark colors forming above his head. Some days he couldn't even see the sky through his own fears.”
Source: Colors of Fear
“What was he like afterwards?
Totally adorable-he fell asleep right on top of me!
What was he like afterwards?
I thought he'd died. No, Really! He fell asleep-I had to roll him off of me so i could breathe”
Source: The Best and Hardest Thing
“What was he like? When you were young?" Naina had asked. "He could be scary, I remember that. He was always telling me off if I ran around in the house, or got my shoes too dusty from outside. But he loved playing with me - we played cricket," he laughed.
Naina frowned. "But you're terrible at cricket."
"I know - I took after him. He was terrible too.”
“What was he thinking? Boys were stupid.”
“What was he thinking? That was the one question she knew not to ask a man. They were almost always thinking nothing at all, so were thrown by the question, and felt compelled to make something up.”
Source: The Bullet That Missed
“what was his best part?'
'his lover patroclus”
Source: Circe
“What was his place? he wondered. Where was his world? He had sometimes stood on the riverbank and told himself: Deep down in the cold water is your world; a rock lashed to your feet is your clothing for that world. To enter it you need only to climb to the place above the rapids, where the pool is, where it is always calm, so it must be deep, and there bury yourself and leave a world that is not your own and find a garden, long fields already cleared and cribs already filled, a new place in which a weakness in a man is a matter for a word or chide, not a break through which the terrors of the world flow in.”
Source: The Land Breakers
“What was home, really? Just a place to lay your head.
No. It was so much more than that. It was a place where a person belonged. Where a fellow would be missed. It was a part of a man. Something that couldn't be sold or taken for granted.”
Source: The Keeper
“What was I afraid of, exactly? What other people would think? I guess, a little. But that wasn't what was stopping me from acting on my feelings. It was the intensity of them. The desire for her. I knew if I gave into it, I'd have to surrender myself completely. I'd lose all control. Everything I knew, everything I was, the walls I'd built up to protect myself all these years would come crashing down. I might get lost in the rubble. Yet, she made me feel alive in a way I'd only ever imagined I could feel. Bells, whistles, music.”
“What was I drinking last night? Furniture polish?”
“What was I elected for? ... This is a matter of core principle.”
“What was I like? I had a high-pitched voice. Sounded a bit like a girl. Spoke with a Stoke accent, tremendously naive. Overconfident. Tremendously overconfident. And underconfident at the same time - really, really bad combination! Gets you places, though.”
“What was I saying? An Egyptian king
Once touched long fingers, which are not anything.”
Source: Collected Poems, 1919-1976
“What was I supposed to be, growing in your womb -- assuming it was even in our womb that I was conceived? A seed of hope? A ticket purchased to ferry you from the dark? A patch for that hole you carried in your heart? If so, then I wasn't enough. I wasn't nearly enough. I was no balm to your pain, only another dead end, another burden, and you must have seen that early on. You must have realized it. But what could you do? You couldn't go down to the pawnshop and sell me.”
“What was I supposed to do?” Lane returned. “Let him slaughter the old codger on the court room floor? Nhiles are you aware how hard it is to get blood out of carpet?”
Source: Gearpox
“What was I supposed to say? That I suspected him of lying to me, not about anything in particular, but about nearly everything. He was too perfect. Too perfectly what I needed him to be. That had to be an act right? Nobody was perfectly what you needed them to be, everybody disappointed you in some way, right?”
Source: Incubus Dreams
“What was I supposed to say to that? If I added my agreement, I could easily be punished as a traitor to the crown. Perhaps that is why so many girls had already been relieved of this position. Alice could be testing their allegiance to her wicked father.”
Source: Sugar Plum Princess
“What was I supposed to say?.....did I tell them the Master had the hots for me, so I'd probably be okay? -Anita”
“What was I thinking, anyway? It would never work out between the two of us. I mean, I'm a mediator. His dad's a vampire. His uncle's a killer. What if we got married? Think how our kids would turn out...”
Source: Ninth Key
“What was I thinking?" Chiron cried. " I can't let you get away without this."
He pulled a pen from his coat pocket. It was an ordinary disposable ballpoint, black ink, removable cap. Probably thirty cents.
Gee," I said. "Thanks."
Percy, that's a gift from your father. I've kept it for years, not knowing you were who I was waiting for. But the profecy is clear to me now. You are the one.
I remembered the feild trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, when I'd vaporized Mrs. Dodds. Chiron had thrown me a pen that turned into a sword. Could this be...?
I took off the cap, and the pen grew longer and heavier in my hand. In half a second, I held a shimmering bronze sword with a double-edged blade, a leather=wrapped grip, and a flat hilt riveted with gold studs. It was the first weapon that actually felt balanced in my hands.
The sword has a long and tragic history that we need not go into," Chiron told me. "It's name is Anaklusmos."
Riptide," I translated, surprised the Ancient Greek came so easily.
Use it only for emergencies" Chiron said, "and only against monsters No hero should harm mortals unless absolutely, of course, but this sword wouldn't harm them in any case.”
“What was I thinking? He's been tied up for who knows how long and he's injured. I left him there alone to face two guys with guns. Some rescuer I am.”
Source: The Perfect Blindside
“What was I thinking? Fact is I wasn't thinking. I didn't want to think. I wanted to feel.”