W Quotes
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“Where in the work of these people was love, the unmoving motor of all the stars, fixed point and vertex of the actions of men of real daring?”
Source: En medio de extrañas víctimas
“Where in the world did you get that dress?" "Present from Zu." "You look like you want to throw it in a fire." "I can't promise there won't be an unfortunate accident later on.”
Source: The Darkest Minds
“Where in the world have you seen construction people who do everything on time, with good quality and at minimal prices? Just give me one country like that. A country like that doesn't exist in the world, you know. There's not one such country anywhere in the world.”
“Where in the world would a star be without the love of the sky?”
“Where in this pukehole can a man get a drink? he said”
Source: Blood Meridian: Picador Classic
“Where in this set up is the capacity for love?”
Source: How Can I Get Through to You?: Closing the Intimacy Gap Between Men and Women
“Where in this small-talking world can I find A longitude with no platitude?”
“Where in this wide world can man find nobility without pride, friendship without envy, or beauty without vanity?”
“Where indeed is the happiness in this worldly life? These are illusory beliefs. That is why ‘we’ openly say that, “The happiness that you seek cannot be found in ‘this’ (worldly life). Happiness is in the Self (Atma).” ‘We’ have tasted that happiness, ‘we’ have experienced it. That is why ‘we’ tell everyone, “Come on ‘this side’ (of the Self), there is no happiness on the ‘other side’ (in worldly life)!”
Source: Whatever Has Happened is Justice
“Where innocent bright-eyes daisies are With blades of grass between, Each daisy stands up like a star Out of a sky of green.”
“Where instinct fails, intellect must venture.”
Source: Storm Front: Book one of The Dresden Files
“Where integrity is inconvenient,
disintegration is imminent.
Where integrity is eminent,
ascension is evident.”
Source: The Humanitarian Dictator
“Where intellectuals have played a role in history, it has not been so much by whispering words of advice into the ears of political overlords as by contributing to the vast and powerful currents of conceptions and misconceptions that sweep human action along.”
Source: A Conflict of Visions: Idealogical Origins of Political Struggles
“Where intention goes, energy flows.”
Source: Quest: A Guide for Creating Your Own Vision Quest
“Where intuition finds, love follows, and memory and all the soul as well.”
Source: Meister Eckhart
“Where is [Ariel] Sharon who, planning to be one of the big heroes of Israel, became one of the killers, criminals, killing our small kids in Sabra and Chatila. Where is Alexander Haig?”
“Where is Aelin.
Where is my wife?”
Source: Empire of Storms
“Where is Albert?"
"He'll be here momentarily. I asked our housekeeper to fetch him."
Christopher blinked. "She's not afraid of him?"
"Of Albert? Heavens, no, everyone adores him."
The concept of someone, anyone, adoring his belligerent pet was difficult to grasp. Having expected to receive an inventory of all the damage Albert had caused, Christopher gave her a blank look.
And then the housekeeper returned with an obedient and well-groomed dog trotting by her side.
"Albert?" Christopher said.
The dog looked at him, ears twitching. His whiskered face changed, eyes brightening with excitement. Without hesitating, Albert launched forward with a happy yelp. Christopher knelt on the floor, gathering up an armful of joyfully wriggling canine. Albert strained to lick him, and whimpered and dove against him repeatedly.
Christopher was overwhelmed by feelings of kinship and relief. Grabbing the warm, compact body close, Christopher murmured his name and petted him roughly, and Albert whined and trembled.
"I missed you, Albert. Good boy. There's my boy." Unable to help himself, Christopher pressed his face against the rough fur. He was undone by guilt, humbled by the fact that even though he had abandoned Albert for the summer, the dog showed nothing but eager welcome. "I was away too long," Christopher murmured, looking into the soulful brown eyes. "I won't leave you again." He dragged his gaze up to Beatrix's. "It was a mistake to leave him," he said gruffly.
She was smiling at him. "Albert won't hold it against you. To err is human, to forgive, canine."
To his disbelief, Christopher felt an answering smile tug at the corners of his lips. He continued to pet the dog, who was fit and sleek. "You've taken good care of him."
"He's much better behaved than before," she said. "You can take him anywhere now."
Rising to his feet, Christopher looked down at her. "Why did you do it?" he asked softly.
"He's very much worth saving. Anyone could see that."
The awareness between them became unbearably aware. Christopher's heart worked in hard, uneven beats. How pretty she was in the white dress. She radiated a healthy female physicality that was very different from the fashionable frailty of London women. He wondered what it would be like to bed her, if she would be as direct in her passions as she was in everything else.”
Source: Love in the Afternoon
“Where is all my wisdom, then? I behaved stubbornly, pursuing a semblance of order, when I should have known well that there is no order in the universe.”
Source: The Name of the Rose
“Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?”
“Where is an intimate
friend
who’ll hear the secret
from me straight out–
of what human beings
have been
from the moment they began?
They
are
born
of toil
and molded
from
the clay of sorrow.
They wander the world for a time,
then
set
off.”
Source: Edward Fitzgerald's The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
“Where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? — Love's Labor Lost. The eyes appears to be more immediately connected with the soul than any other organ. A woman reflects every emotion, almost every thought from her two wonderful, priceless eyes, and no feature of her face is more a telltale of her nature. "Show me," says the old Chinese proverb, "a man's eyes, and I will tell you what he might have been. Show me his mouth, and I will tell you what he has been." The same is true of women. Up to thirty or thirty-five a woman may be actress enough to make her eyes tell one tale, while her life would reveal another; but little by little the true state of a woman's soul stands forth in the expression, the frankness, the furtiveness, the candor, or the boldness”
Source: Harriet Hubbard Ayer's book: A Complete and Authentic Treatise on the Laws of Health and Beauty
“Where is Arland?" "Rapunzel decided to walk around in the woods to get 'the feel of the battleground.' He won't leave the grounds and he promises to defend the inn with 'all the strength in his body.' I told him if he gets in trouble, he should try singing prettily so his woodland friends will come to the rescue. I don't think he got it.”
“Where is automatism in the work of Chirico or Tanguy? Even Dali had to renounce it in order to be able to organize the space of the canvas according to the combined laws of dreams and pictorial aesthetics.”
“Where is Barbie?" The female shifter snickered and choked it off. "Is there a stripper pole?”
“Where is Claray's horse?"
"This is Claray's mount," her father announced, and she couldn't help noticing his pride as he glanced to the black steed pulling impatiently at the reins Edmund was holding on to to keep the huge beast from charging up the steps to greet her.
"It's a stallion," Conall protested as they reached the bottom of the steps. "Ladies usually ride mares."
"Aye. Well, she rides him well, and the stubborn bastard'll no' let anyone else on his back so I gave him to her two years ago," her father explained as Claray slipped her hand from Conall's to move to the horse and give him a soothing hug. The moment she touched his neck and leaned her head on him, the horse calmed, rested his head on her shoulder and raised his front leg to hook his foreleg around one of her calves in his version of a hug.”
Source: Highland Wolf
“Where is delight? and what are pleasures now?-Moths that a garment fret.The world is turned memorial, crying, "ThouShalt not forget!”
Source: Fancy's Following
“Where is democratic process or popular sovereignty for the endangered population? It cannot be "given" or "allocated" by some other power without that same power claiming the right to withdraw what it gives.”
“Where is everybody? Humans could theoretically colonize the galaxy in a million years or so, and if they could, astronauts from older civilizations could do the same. So why haven't they come to Earth?”
“Where is fancy bred,
in the heart or in the head?”
“Where is fate and who is fate? We reap what we sow. We are the makers of our own fate. None else has the blame, none else has the praise. We make our own destiny.
The Christian is not to become a Hindu or a Buddhist, nor a Hindu or a Buddhist to become a Christian.
Each must assimilate the spirit of other religion and yet preserve his individuality and follow his own law of growth.”
“Where is freedom if you hate the road?”
“Where is God? God is out there in the wild, where the animals run and where the stars implode.”
“Where is God? Where can I find him?" we ask. We don't realize that's like a fish swimming frantically through the ocean in search OF the ocean”
“Where is he, the clear one,
whose song has died away?
Do the poor, who can only wait,
feel him among them, the young and joyous one?
Does he rise for them, perhaps, at nightfall—Poverty’s evening star?”
Source: Das Stunden-Buch by Rilke
“Where is he? Bridgerton!" he bellowed. Three chestnut heads swiveled in his direction. Simon stomped across the grass, murder in his eyes. "I meant the idiot Bridgerton." "That, I believe," Anthony said mildly, tilting his chin toward Colin, "would refer to you.”
“Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,-the sages tell us it is beyond the limits of birth and death, unswayed by the rhythm of day and night; it is not of the earth. But your poet knows that its eternal hunger is for time and space, and it strives evermore to be born in the fruitful dust. Heaven is fulfilled in your sweet body, my child, in your palpitating heart. The sea is beating its drums in joy, the flowers are a-tiptoe to kiss you. For heaven is born in you, in the arms of the mother- dust.”
“where is here, when is now??”
“Where is his father?
When will his mother be home?
How is he going to explain
the moon taken hostage, the sea
risen to fill up all the mirrors?
How is he going to explain the branches
beginning to grow from his ribs and throat,
the cries and trills starting in his own mouth?
And now that ancient sorrow between his hips,
his body’s ripe listening;
the planet
knowing itself at last.”
Source: Book of My Nights: Poems
“Where is Hollywood located? Chiefly between the ears. In that part of the American brain lately vacated by God.”
Source: how to save your own life
“Where is home?" I asked. "I can't fly remember?" I laughed.
"Right now?" She answered. "Right now home is sitting right next to me.”
Source: Lost Boy
“Where is home?
What is the way home?
I am not sure of much
but that
the only way to find it
is together.”
“Where is home? Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness. Home is where the heart's tears can dry at their own pace.”
“Where is home? I've wondered where home is, and I realized, it's not Mars or someplace like that, it's Indianapolis when I was nine years old. I had a brother and a sister, a cat and a dog, and a mother and a father and uncles and aunts. And there's no way I can get there again.”
“Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?”
“Where is humanity to prevent wars
when we want peace the most”
“Where is humanity to stop the war?
Where is humanity to prevent wars?
The few that reside over humanity
They are filled with lies
Their ego devours
The good that's left in people
If you are not careful
They will devour you”
“Where is it?" I asked, willing him to tell me.
He laughed suddenly, and I could hear the full-throated, grating sound of the white bear's laughter in it.
"East of the sun and west of the moon," he said.”
Source: East
“Where is it I've read that someone condemned to death says or thinks, an hour before his death, that if he had to live on some high rock, on such a narrow ledge that he'd only room to stand, and the ocean, everlasting darkness, everlasting solitude, everlasting tempest around him, if he had to remain standing on a square yard of space all his life, a thousand years, eternity, it were better to live so than to die at once. Only to live, to live and live! Life, whatever it may be!”
Source: The 10 Greatest Books of All Time
“Where is it now, the glory and the dream?”