W Quotes
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“Where visionaries can be good at persuasion, CEOs are good at wielding authority. Visionaries transcend organizations, resources, and current realities, while CEOs master them.”
“Where war destroys, art inspires. And in order to inspire, you need to penetrate the brain. In order to penetrate the brain, you need something to react to. To have something to react to, you need to get your emotions up and running. To get your emotions up and running, you need to have something that ... whatever direction you go in, it has to be a movement between you and the experience.”
“Where was Christ when that poor girl and her brother were being cut to pieces last night?
Watching, in the sorrow you see there in his face, as men used the free will God gave them to do terrible evil.”
Source: Dark Fire
“Where was he now, old Patera Pike? Where did he sleep, and did he sleep well there at last? Or did he wake as he always had, stirring in the long bedroom next to Silk's own, his old bed creaking, creaking? Praying at midnight or past midnight, at shadeup with the skylands fading, praying as Viron extinguished its bonfires and its lanterns, its many-branched candelabras, praying as they were forfeited to the revealed sun. Praying as day's uncertain shadows reappeared and resumed their accustomed places, as the morning glories flared and the long, white trumpets of the night silently folded themselves upon themselves.”
Source: Nightside the Long Sun
“Where was he? Somewhere in there he lost the first phase of youth, like the first phase of a rocket; it had fallen, depleted, behind him. And here was the second. And last. He swore he would not give it to anyone; he would enjoy it. He would enjoy it alone. But: how to live alone and yet not be alone?”
Source: Less
“Where was he, her Alexander, of once? Was he truly gone? The Alexander of the Summer Garden, of their first Lazarevo days, of the hat in his hands, white toothed, peaceful, laughing, languid, stunning Alexander, had he been left far behind? Well, Tatiana supposed that was only right. For Alexander believed his Tatiana of once was gone, too. The swimming child Tatiana of the Luga, of the Neva, of the River Kama. Perhaps on the surface they were still in their twenties, but their hearts were old.”
“Where was I going? I puzzled and wondered about it til I actually enjoyed the puzzlement and wondering.”
“where was I? in remarking that me is the envelopes and not nearly so much so, the often foolish letters inside.”
Source: Floating Worlds: The Letters of Edward Gorey & Peter F. Neumeyer
“Where was i now? I had no idea. No idea at all. Where was this place? All that flashed into my eyes were the countless shapes of people walking by to nowhere. Again and again I called out for Midori from the dead centre of this place that was no place.”
Source: Norwegian Wood
“Where was I?'
'The bubonic plague. The bulldozer was stalled by corpses.'
'Oh, yes. Anyway, one sleepless night I stayed up with Father while he worked. It was all we could do to find a live patient to treat. In bed after bed we found dead people.
'And father started giggling,' Castle continued.
'He couldn't stop. He walked out into the night with his flashlight. He was still giggling. He was making the flashlight beam dance over all the dead people stacked outside. He put his hand on my head, and do you know what that marvellous man said to me?' asked Castle.
'Nope.'
'"Son," my father said to me, "someday this will all be yours.”
Source: Cat's Cradle
“Where was I?""A different island," said old Tallow. Her voice was stern, but there was an ache in her look that Omakayas had never before seen. "An island called Spirit Island where everyone but you died of the itching sickness- you were the toughest one, the littlest one, and you survived them all.""You were sent here so you could save the others," she said. "Because you'd had the sickness, you were strong enough to nurse them through it. They did a good thing when they took you in, and you saved them for their good act. Now the circle that began when I found you is complete.”
“Where was it ever promised us that life on this earth can ever be easy, free from conflict and uncertainty, devoid of anguish and wonder and pain? Those who seek the folly of unrelieved 'happiness'-who fear moods, who shun solitude, who do not know the diginity of occasional depression-can find bliss easily enough: in tranquilizing pills, or in senility. The purpose of life is not to be happy.”
“Where was it ever promised us that life on this earth can ever be easy, free from conflict and uncertainty, devoid of anguish and wonder and pain? … The purpose of life is to matter, to be productive, to have it make some difference that you lived at all.”
“Where was Mother Teresa's Jesus? He was in the Bible, in the church, in her prayer, in the Eucharist, in her sisters, in the heart of everyone she met, and especially in the poorest of the poor and the lowest of the low. Jesus was in disguise in each one of them. Jesus was behind the foundation of her order. Jesus was behind all that she did.”
“Where was my guardian angel when I needed him most? If only I knew.”
Source: Betrayal
“Where was my heart to flee for refuge from my heart? Whither was I to fly, where I would not follow? In what place should I not be prey to myself?”
“Where was Paris Hilton a year ago? She's a fabulous character to write about.”
“Where was Sam?
It hit her full force then, the shocking realization. Was this how Sam felt? Was this how he’d been feeling since the beginning? All eyes on him? Everyone waiting for a decision? Even as people doubted and criticized and attacked?
She wanted to be sick. She had been there for so much of it. But she hadn’t been the one. She hadn’t been the one making those choices.
And now…she was.
“I don’t know what to do,” Astrid said. “I don’t know.”
Source: Lies
“Where was that fragile, golden-fair Dresden doll I used to be? Gone.
Gone like porcelain turned into steel-made into someone who would
always get what she wanted, no matter who or what stood in her way.”
Source: Flowers in the Attic
“Where was the catch? 'Cause I knew one was coming.”
“Where was the human potential lost? How was it crippled? ...a good question might be not why do people create? But why do people not create or innovate?”
Source: The Maslow Business Reader
“Where was the lecture on how slavery alone catapulted the whole country from agriculture into the industrial age in two decades? White folks' hatred, their violence, was the gasoline that kept the profit motors running.”
Source: God Help the Child
“Where was the libertarian right during the great struggles for individual liberty in America in the last half-century? The libertarian movement has been conspicuously absent from the campaigns for civil rights for nonwhites, women, gays and lesbians.”
“Where was the magic that would give her wings? That would transport her to a mountaintop? That would change her into a lion? Where was the magic that would help her master this longing?”
“Where was the middle ground between a sense of adventure and just plain sense?”
Source: Nobody's Fool
“Where was the quiet Christa Cruitaire of the crepe de Chine blouses and the khaki slacks? Gone. Her place had been usurped by this figure in tight leather and boots, a woman hardly out of girlhood with deep shadowed eyes, a mane of red hair, and breasts that strained against barely concealing spandex and lace.”
Source: Gossamer Axe
“Where was the romance in sense?”
Source: Harp and the Lyre: Exchange
“Where was the use, originally, in rushing this whole globe through in six days? It is likely that if more time had been taken in the first place, the world would have been made right, and this ceaseless improving and repairing would not be necessary now. But if you hurry a world or a house, you are nearly sure to find out by and by that you have left out a towhead, or a broom-closet, or some other little convenience, here and there, which has got to be supplied, no matter how much expense or vexation it may cost.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Mark Twain (Illustrated)
“Where Washington hath left His awful memory A light for after times!”
Source: The Poetical Works of Robert Southey: Complete in One Volume
“where we are drawn and pulled. and when we are shifted and stirred. in what makes us feel. and feel alive. or feel understood, like outstretched hands and lifelines, like home. in our self-searching, where we feel soul memory. or in the inspiration touches and in what feels like free and brings us wide-lung breathing. and in our fire-catching and lightning-chasing, they meet us there with sparks. where we light-find and heart-reach or lose breath and dream wild… i think we find our soulmates in the places we go to find our souls.”
“Where we are from... [s]tories are factual. If a farmer is declared a music virtuoso by the state, everyone had better start calling him maestro. And secretly, he'd be wise to start practicing the piano. For us, the story is more important than the person. If a man and his story are in conflict, it is the man who must change.”
“Where we are going, someone else is there and/or has been there. Where we are now is where someone else will be.”
Source: Pivot: Pinecones & Spaceships Volume I
“Where we are going to is closer than where we are coming from.”
“Where we are going, I don't know. It doesn't seem to be the place that is important but the steps in between.”
Source: The Adoration of Jenna Fox
“Where we are in politics is running down whatever doesn't agree with you.”
“Where we are is vital to who we are.”
“Where we are now is we have resolved the revenue issue and the question is what are we going to do about spending. I wish the president would lead us in this discussion rather than putting himself in a position of having to be dragged kicking and screaming to the table to discuss the single biggest issue confronting our future.”
“Where we are strongest
it is the easiest
to stay open, fluid--
curtains of lace and linen instead of
walls of steel--
open borders
(at least for those with passports and visas
or the will to earn citizenship
in our personal territory),
never losing clarity,
because that is where we are strong.
Where our resolve is weakest
is where we have to draw the hardest lines
for ourselves,
for others,
for the world.
We can't afford to give a little,
because, well, our resolve is too likely to give way
when so tested.
It sounds so simple.
But it can be so hard
to do.
Where we are weak,
the hard lines must be drawn strong.”
“Where we are, there is light.” The wind blew hard from the east and the trees rustled their branches. “From where I’m standing… it is warm enough.”
Source: The Wicker King
“Where we are would be Paradise to me, if you would only make it so.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Thomas Hardy (Illustrated)
“Where we belong is often where we least expect to find ourselves—a place that we may have willed ourselves to forget, but that the heart remembers forever.”
“Where we can compete on merit, we do very well.”
“Where we cannot invent, we may at least improve.”
Source: Lacon: Or, Many Things in Few Words, Addressed to Those who Think
“Where we cannot invent, we may at least improve; we may give somewhat of novelty to that which was old, condensation to that which was diffuse, perspicuity to that which was obscure, and currency to that which was recondite.”
Source: Lacon: Or, Many Things in Few Words, Addressed to Those who Think
“Where we choose to be, where we choose to be--we have the power to determine that in our lives. We cannot reel time backward or forward, but we can take ourselves to the place that defines our being.”
“Where we choose to put our attention changes our brain, which in time can change how we see and interact with the world.”
“Where we come from does not determine who we can become. What we look like places no limits on what we can achieve. We should all have the right to express ourselves, all have the right to be heard, all have the right to be what we can be: To reach for the sky and touch the stars. No matter who we are, no matter whether we are man or woman, or rich or poor:
My voice, my right. My voice counts.”
“Where we desire to be informed 'tis good to contest with men above ourselves; but to confirm and establish our opinions, 'tis best to argue with judgments below our own, that the frequent spoils and victories over their reasons may settle in ourselves an esteem and confirmed opinion of our own.”
“Where we direct our attentive focus shapes and informs—literally and materially—our experienced reality. Prolonged attention creates greater intensity. Like a magnifying glass intensifying the sun’s rays, our attention amplifies whatever it focuses on.
If we’re to be responsible creators of our experience, as opposed to haphazard victims of it, it’s incumbent on us to … attentively choose our path through the Matrix with utmost … attention to detail.”
Source: Get Out of Here Alive: Inner Alchemy & Immortality
“Where we fall are the stepping-stones for our journey.”
Source: Thoughts Spoken From The Heart