W Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with W. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“what would you call this haircut?" arthur.”
“What would you consider a good job?" Answered as follows: "A good job is one in which I don't have to work, and get paid a lot of money." When I heard that I cheered and yelled and felt that he should be given an A+, for he had perfectly articulated the American dream of those who despise knowledge. What a politician that kid would have made.”
“What would you dare to dream if you knew you wouldn't fail?”
“What would you die for? Willingly die for? I’d probably say nothing at all.”
Source: Do You Dream of Terra-Two?
“What would you do differently as defense secretary to compensate for this record in which the greatest military in the world, as we are constantly told, doesn't get the job done?”
“What would you do even if you knew that you might very well fail? What do you love doing so much that the words failure and success essentially become irrelevant? What do you love even more than you love your own ego? How fierce is your trust in that love?”
Source: Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear
“What would you do for your family?” Savino asks. “How far would you go?”
Because he’s done more. He’s spilled oil and blood for this family, and sometimes I wonder if they aren’t the same thing.”
Source: And We All Bled Oil
“What would you do if I died? If you died I would want to die too. So you could be with me? Yes. So I could be with you. Okay.”
Source: The Road film tie-in
“What would you do if I told you that corporations and corporate controlled governments invest heavily in corrupted science?”
“What would you do if I told you your desire to masturbate is coming from your environment?”
“What would you do if it were you at the crossroads?"
"That depends on what each one offered," Emma mused. "You got any ideas?"
"One road is the path that everyone else tells you that you'll do great on, but you lose everyone in your life that matters; and the other is you spending your life the way you always wanted to... like riding on a Tilt-a-Whirl with the greatest friends you could ask for, no matter how much it made you want to hurl."
"You did come close to chucking out your guts, didn't you?" Emma grinned.
"Me?" Arnold smiled back. "I was talking about you."
"Okay, so it's all about me now, huh?"
"Oh, definitely," Arnold chuckled, "it always will be.”
Source: Olympus Rising
“What would you do if money was no object?”
“What would you do if rockets barraged your home and you had nowhere to hide? What would you take if you only had ten seconds to fill a plastic bag? Where would you go if every street you turned onto was filled with fighters? Who would you save if all your children were buried beneath the rubble and crying?”
Source: Afghanistan: The End of the U.S. Footprint and the Rise of the Taliban Rule
“What would you do if someone said to you: "You're so popular right now that you can be on the cover of every magazine, but if you do that, you might get overexposed and a backlash will develop"? That's life. Everything has positive and negative consequences.”
“What would you do if the road suddenly disappeared while you were walking on a road? For example, what if you were walking around an airport and suddenly found yourself in a forest? The answer is simple! Everything can change at any moment and you must adapt to this change immediately! Now you are in the forest, the airport is finished, your new world is the forest, and now you will behave in accordance with the forest!”
“What would you do if you could fly?" Mrs. V asks as she glances from the bird to me. "Is that on the quiz?" I ask, grinning as I type. "I think we've studied just about everything else." Mrs. V chuckles. "I'd be scared to let go," I type. "Afraid you'd fall?" she asks. "No. Afraid it would feel so good, I'd just fly away.”
Source: Out of my mind
“What would you do if you could snap your fingers and make it all different?"
Melody didn't even hesitate. "Open my own place. French-inspired, most likely, with all those amazing pastries I fell in love with in Paris. Maybe light lunch fare. Hearty bread, the way it's supposed to be done- heirloom wheat baguettes baked bien cuit, that point just before burnt where the crust gets rich and caramelly.”
Source: Brunch at Bittersweet Café
“What would you do if you had to choose?”
Source: If I Stay
“What would you do if you knew for sure that no one would ever find out?”
“What would you do if you knew that every good thing in your life depended on your getting enough rest? Because it does.”
“What would you do if you knew these were my final hours here with you?” she asked.
“I would lay here and I would talk to you until you fell into your eternal sleep.” he answered as he laid down next to her.
#ShortestLoveStoryEver”
“What would you do if you only had one day left in this world? Spend it with the people you love? Travel to the far corners of the earth to see as many wonders as possible? Eat nothing but chocolate? Would you apologize for all your mistakes? Would you stand up to those you'd never had the courage to face? Would you tell your secret crush that you loved him or her? Why is it that we wait till the last minute to do the things we should be doing all along?”
Source: Off the Page
“What would you do if you saw something nobody else could see?”
The tape gun fell out of Luke’s hand, and hit the tiled hearth. He knelt to pick it up, not looking at her. “You mean if I were the only witness to a crime, that sort of thing?”
“No. I mean, if there were other people around, but you were the only one who could see something. As if it were invisible to everyone but you.”
He hesitated, still kneeling, the dented tape gun gripped in his hand.
“I know it sounds crazy,” Clary ventured nervously, “but…”
He turned around. His eyes, very blue behind the glasses, rested on her with a look of firm affection. “Clary, you’re an artist, like your mother. That means you see the world in ways that other people don’t. It’s your gift, to see the beauty and the horror in ordinary things. It doesn’t make you crazy—just different. There’s nothing wrong with being different.”
Source: City of Bones
“What would you do if you were a goddess, Cotswold?"
Her maid, who had been pulling Eleanor's covers up the bed, stilled her motion. Her expression drew together, as though she were considering it.
"I suppose I would find the most handsome man in the world and make him my... my..." She waved her hand to indicate the word she shouldn't be saying.
"Cotswold!" Eleanor exclaimed, delightedly. "That sounds scandalous!"
"Wouldn't it be what you did?"
Eleanor shrugged. "I was thinking more along the lines of being able to have and read all the books I wanted to."
Cotswold returned to her task. "Choosing a book over a handsome man." She shook her head, mock ruefully. "And here you were wanting to do something scandalous."
The honest part was, it would be scandalous.
If it were possible to not be a duke's daughter and be someone else, she would choose to work in a bookshop. Not one that sold the material it seemed Lord Alexander wanted to purchase; one with fairy tales and mythological books and any kind of literature where it was just as likely a dragon would drag you off somewhere as a viscount.
"I just might," Eleanor said in a defiant tone, making her maid snort.”
Source: Lady Be Bad
“What would you do if you were me? Tell me. Please tell me! But you're far from this. Your fingers turn the strangeness of these pages that somehow connect my life to yours. Your eyes are safe. The story is just another few hundred pages of your mind. For me, it's here. It's now. I have to go through with this, considering the cost at every turn. Nothing will be the same.”
“What would you do if you were President, and, on the first day of May, the Russian Ambassador presented you with a beautiful cake which emitted a curious ticking noise? Would you plunge it into a pail of water - thus insulting Soviet cuisine in general?”
Source: Fields for President
“What would you do if you weren't afraid?”
Source: Who Moved My Cheese?: An A-Mazing Way to Deal with Change in Your Work and in Your Life
“What would you do if your country's welfare depended on labor? When a ship is in a storm it requires one captain.”
“What would you do without me?” he asked one night. We were tangled in the silky sheets of his gigantic bed. My heart was still pounding as I came down from the high of what we’d just done, and he wasn’t helping matters by putting his lips so close to my ear.
“Live a happy… happy life,” I murmured. “I might even… be an optimist… if you weren’t around.”
“Liar.” He bit my earlobe playfully. “You’d be absolutely miserable. Admit it, Duffy. I’m the wind beneath your wings.”
I bit my lip, but I still couldn’t hold back the laughter-and just as I was finally catching my breath, too. “You just referenced Bette Midler… in bed. I’m starting to question your sexuality, Wesley.”
Wesley looked at me with a defiant glint in his eye. “Oh, really?” He grinned before moving his mouth back to my ear and whispering, “We both know that my manhood has never been in question… I think you’re just changing the subject because you know it’s true. I’m the light of your life.”
“You…” I struggled for words as Wesley pressed his mouth into the crook of my neck. The tip of his tongue moved down to my shoulder and made my brain get all fuzzy. How was I supposed to argue under these conditions? “You wish. I’m just using you, remember?”
His laughter was muffled against my skin. “That’s amusing,” he said, his lips still grazing my collarbone. “Because I’m pretty sure your ex is out of town by now.” One of his hands slid between my knees. “Yet you’re still here, aren’t you?” His fingers began gliding up and down my inner thigh, making it difficult for me to think of a retort. He seemed to like this, because he laughed again. “I don’t think you hate me, Duffy. I think you like me a lot.”
Source: The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend
“What would you do without me? Say 'nothing.'" "Nothing," said the Prince. "Good. Then you're helpless and I'll help you.”
Source: James Thurber: Writings & Drawings (including The Secret Life of Walter Mitty)
“What would you do, if you could do anything?”
“What would you do, sir, if terrorists were killing 45,000 people every year in this country? Well, the current health care system, the insurance companies, and those who support them are doing just that. [...] Because they die individually because of disease and not disaster, [radio host] Neal Boortz and all those who ape him approve this. Forty five thousand a year in America. Remind me again, who are the terrorists?”
“What would you do? Would you jump? Would you feel pity for yourself? Would you think about your family and your childhood and your dreams and all you're leaving behind? Would it hurt? Would it feel like dying? Would you cry, as I did?”
Source: The Things They Carried
“What would you expect to find when the muzzle that has silenced the voices of black men is removed?
That they would chant your praises?
Did you think that when those heads that our fathers had forcibly bowed down to the ground were raised again, you would find adoration in their eyes?”
“What would you expect? Sin will not come to you saying, 'I am sin.' It would do little harm if it did. Sin always seems 'good, pleasant and desirable' at the time of arrival.”
“What would you give someone who likes to play the piano?”
“A piano.”
“Simon.”
“A really huge metronome that could also double as a weapon?”
Source: City of Heavenly Fire
“What would you have asked of me if I took the sea glass?'
'To save me all your firsts,”
Source: Pretty Reckless
“What would you have me do to prove it? Strip you down 'til you're wearing nothing but that sassy little smile? Tease you relentlessly until you can't take it anymore and you're screamin' my name?”
Source: Luke
“What would you have? Your gentleness shall force
More than your force move us to gentleness.”
Source: As You Like it
“What would you here, unhappy mortal, and for what cause have you left your own land to enter this, which is forbidden to such as you? Can you show reason why my power should not be laid on you in heavy punishment for your insolence and folly?" Then Beren looking up beheld the eyes of Luthien, and his glance went also to the face of Melian; and it seemed to him that words were put into his mouth. Fear left him, and the pride of the eldest house of Men returned to him; and he said: "My fate, O King, led me hither, through perils such as few even of the Elves would dare. And here I have found what I sought not indeed, but finding I would possess for ever. For it is above all gold and silver, and beyond all jewels. Neither rock, nor steel, nor the fires of Morgoth, nor all the powers of the Elf-kingdoms, shall keep from me the treasure that I desire. For Luthien your daughter is the fairest of all the Children of the World." Then silence fell upon the hall...”
Source: The Silmarillion
“What would you know about it?" he said. "Love, I mean."
Dorothea folded her soft white hands in her lap. "More than you might think," she said. "Didn't I read your tea leaves, Shadowhunter? Have you fallen in love with the wrong person yet?"
Jace said, "Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains myself."
Dorothea roared at that. "At least," she said, "you don't have to worry about rejection, Jace Wayland."
"Not necessarily. I turn myself down occasionally, just to keep it interesting.”
Source: City of Bones
“What would you know of struggle, perfect son? When have you fought against the mutilation of your mind? When have you had to do anything other than tally compliance's and polish your armor? The people of your world named you "Great One". The people of mine called me slave. Which one of us landed on a paradise of civilization to be raised by a foster father, Roboute? Which one of us was given armies to lead after training in the halls of the Macraggian High Riders? Which one of us inherited a strong, cultured kingdom? And which one of us had to rise up against a kingdom with nothing but a horde of starving slaves? Which one of us was a child enslaved on a world of monsters, with his brain cut up by carving knives? Listen to your blue clad wretches yelling courage and honor, courage and honor, courage and honor! Do you even know the meaning of those words? Courage is fighting the kingdom which enslaves you, no matter that their armies outnumber yours by ten-thousand to one. You know nothing of courage! Honor is resisting a tyrant when all others suckle and grow fat on the hypocrisy he feeds them. You know nothing of honor!”
“What would you like, black or green?"
"Green, please. It has an earthier taste."
"What is you name?"
"Leila. It means 'evening,' but I would rather have a morning name. I was at the other party, but I like your party better."
"I see. Cup or mug?"
"Cup, please. The best china. Gold-rimmed, no flowers. No cracks or chips. It's okay. I don't break things.”
Source: The Garden Party: A Novel
“What would you like to do if money were no object? How would you really enjoy spending your life?”
“What would you like to do with my neck?’ I asked. ‘Seduce me with your words. Feel free.”
Source: The Train of Arousal
“What would you like? (Maggie) I don’t care. I’ll eat anything not Tylenol or chocolate. (Wren)”
“What would you like?" "A skinny decaf latte." This is a ridiculous form of coffee, but I did not point it out.”
Source: The Rosie Project: A Novel
“What would you love to achieve and accomplish? What would you feel great about doing in your life? What meaningful goals would you wish to reach? Imagine achieving and accomplishing everything that you would wish [dream] for. Picture yourself reaching your highest aspirations and your most meaningful goals. Visualize yourself speaking and acting the way you would wish with the highest and best character traits.”
“What would you not have accomplished if you had been free?" "Possibly nothing at all; the overflow of my brain would probably, in a state of freedom, have evaporated in a thousand follies; misfortune is needed to bring to light the treasures of the human intellect. Compression is needed to explode gunpowder. Captivity has brought my mental faculties to a focus; and you are well aware that from the collision of clouds electricity is produced — from electricity, lightning, from lightning, illumination.”
“What would you pack for Armageddon? Sunscreen and shades? Flame-proof underwear? Maybe a travel guide to the Underworld?”
Source: Forgiven