W Quotes
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“Whitney smacked Coop's snout while simultaneously pressing herself deeper into the couch. Coop fixed her with an unblinking ice-blue stare, gray-brown fur bristling along his spine. "Tory!" Whitney squealed. "He's going to attack!" "Maybe." I walked into the kitchen and snagged a Diet Coke from the fridge. "Try to protect your throat.”
“Whitney won't ever even know what it's like to be 50. Whitney will never know what it's like to be 50. She died before she was 50. So there's nothing to be ashamed of. You should be proud of your age.”
“Whitney: Where is your home? Clayton: Wherever you are.”
“Whitney: You black-hearted, treacherous, conniving scoundrel. Clayton: Your flattery warms my heart”
“Whittle was an amazing chap. Tiny, stubborn, unstoppable - jet-propelled! It's amazing the impact his invention has had upon the world.”
“Whiz Galliano whip whip the Armani In the drip drip lick lick like a lolly”
“Who "wins" and who "loses" depends on when you measure it.”
“Who ... is not familiar with Maxwell's memoirs on his dynamical theory of gases? ... from one side enter the equations of state; from the other side, the equations of motion in a central field. Ever higher soars the chaos of formulae. Suddenly we hear, as from kettle drums, the four beats 'put n=5.' The evil spirit v vanishes; and ... that which had seemed insuperable has been overcome as if by a stroke of magic ... One result after another follows in quick succession till at last ... we arrive at the conditions for thermal equilibrium together with expressions for the transport coefficients.”
“Who ... what are they?" "My pride and glory," Alex said fondly. "Betty and Lucy Coltrane. Best damned bouncers in the business. Though of course I'd never tell them that. Fiercer than pit bulls and cheaper to run. Married to each other. They had a dog once, but they ate it.”
Source: Something from the Nightside
“Who?'
'Abby Suso.'
I almost choke.”
Source: Leah on the Offbeat
“Who accomplishes the challenging setting-upon through which what we call the real is revealed as standing-reserve? Obviously, man. To what extent is man capable of such a revealing? Man can indeed conceive, fashion, and carry through this or that in one way or another. But man does not have control over unconcealment itself, in which at any given time the real shows itself or withdraws. The fact that the real has been showing itself in the light of Ideas ever since the time of Plato, Plato did not bring about. The thinker only responded to what addressed itself to him.”
Source: The Question Concerning Technology and Other Essays
“Who acts in haste repents at leisure.”
“Who affects useless singularities has surely a little mind.”
“Who, after all, is saying something more objectively atrocious, or more aggressively perverse? The person who claims that every newborn infant enters the world justly under the threat of eternal dereliction, and that a good God imposes or permits the imposition of a state of eternal agony on finite, created rational beings as part of the mystery of his love or sovereignty or justice? Or the person who observes that such ideas are cruel and barbarous and depraved? Which of these two should really be, if not ashamed of his or her words, at least hesitant, ambivalent, and even a little penitent in uttering them? And which has a better right to moral indignation at what the other has said? And, really, don’t these questions answer themselves?
A belief does not merit unconditional reverence just because it is old, nor should it be immune to being challenged in terms commensurate to the scandal it seems to pose. And the belief that a God of infinite intellect, justice, love, and power would condemn rational beings to a state of perpetual torment, or would allow them to condemn themselves on account of their own delusion, pain, and anger, is probably worse than merely scandalous. It may be the single most horrid notion the religious imagination has ever conceived, and the most irrational and spiritually corrosive picture of existence possible. And anyone who thinks that such claims are too strong or caustic, while at the same time finding the traditional notion of a hell of everlasting suffering perfectly unobjectionable, needs to consider whether he or she is really thinking clearly about the matter at all.
(from Public Orthodoxy, “In Defense of a Certain Tone of Voice”)”
“Who after his transgression doth repent, Is halfe, or altogether, innocent.”
Source: The poetical works of Robert Herrick
“Who after wine, talks of wars hardships or of poverty.”
“Who all in raptures their own works rehearse, And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.”
Source: Works
“Who alone suffers suffers most i' th' mind,
Leaving free things and happy shows behind;
But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip
When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.”
Source: The plays of William Shakespeare : accurately printed from the text of the corrected copy left by the late George Steevens: with a series of engravings, from original designs of Henry Fuseli, and a selection of explanatory and historical notes, from the most eminent commentators; a history of the stage, a life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers
“who, although He existed in the form of God, did not regard equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied Himself, taking the form of a bond-servant, and being made in the likeness of men. Being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. For this reason also, God highly exalted Him, and bestowed on Him the name which is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus EVERY KNEE WILL BOW, of those who are in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and that every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.”
“Who am I? At this point, I have no clue.”
Source: Who Am I? Dissociative Identity Disorder Survivor
“Who am I being that my players' eyes are not shining?”
“Who am I? Everybody. As Whitman said: “I am large, I contain multitudes.” Individuals within that multitude are always flickering on and off within me, stepping forward, then receding. And these individuals resemble the individuals who flicker on and off within you.
This is the idea on which fiction is built.”
“Who am I fooling? Bad dreams never end. We just pretend they aren’t there.”
Source: See What Flowers
“Who am I helping, what am I breaking, what am I giving, what am I taking?”
“Who am I? I am a person; one and only.”
“Who am I? I am Abhijit Naskar, EAS -
Earth Administrative Servant the First.
Who's next - who is thunderful enough,
to shoulder the world as living Atlas!”
Source: Visvavatan: 100 Demilitarization Sonnets
“Who am I? I am that. Nothing can change that. Words, intellect and concepts can never reach that. It is the perfect silence without vibration.”
Source: Peace Bliss Beauty and Truth: Living with Positivity
“Who am I??
I doubt that Hitler Suicided, you here me right!
I doubt that JFK was killed without a reason it's not a coincidence. I don't believe in coincidences, there is a reason I'm sure.
I doubt about my father suicided!”
“WHO AM I?
I have seven heavenly panels
Leading up to a pointed sphere
I’m multidimensional like a crystal
And my center is never clear.
I’m an inventor and pioneer.
A mentor to my peers.
But I'm not as sound as my shell reveals,
Because I’m tormented by my fears -
That may appear to be grounded
But my insides are filled with tears.
And the sadness is well-founded,
From years and years
Of traumatic experiences
Compounded
In the most demented
Atmospheres.
I talk but feel like nobody hears.
Has reason disappeared?
And, God, are you near?
This is Giza’s 7th light force
And I'm asking you to interfere.
I can no longer walk amongst the blind and dead
With open eyes and ears.
I’m trying to maintain my sanity
And to straighten up my veneer
As I roll amongst the growing calamities
Flowing on Earth’s severely trashed
Frontier.
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun (2010)”
Source: Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
“Who am I, if not a rock god who can indulge your every fantasy? Sweet dreams, Dina.”
“Who am I, if not a rock god who can indulge your every fantasy? Sweet dreams, Dina," he whispered as she dozed off.”
Source: Fantasies Indulged: At The Night Club Series 1
“Who am I, if not a rock god who can indulge your every fantasy? Sweet dreams, Dina. (Mitch Restin)”
“Who am I? is not a question about your job or bank balance. Don’t be satisfied with rational or formal answers. Ask yourself seriously and honestly, again and again, and, sooner or later, you’ll hear the voice of your soul. The true answer will come to you, breaking through the thick curtain of your ego, which is made up of your name, job, personality, and similar things.”
Source: Calligraphic Meditation for Everyday Happiness
“Who am I? is Ramana Maharshi’s doorway. Where am I? is what you notice when you step through it.”
“Who am I? It seems like an easy question. And then I realize... Maybe what I said to those cops wasn't a joke. Maybe the name belongs to whoever has the courage to fight.
And so I tell them.
I tell them who I am.”
Source: No Normal
“Who am I? It seems like an easy question. And then I realize.. Maybe what I said to those cops wasn't a joke. Maybe the name belongs to whoever has the courage to fight.
And so I tell them.
I tell them who I am
You can call me Ms. Marvel. And if you cooperate, I won't throw you again.”
Source: No Normal
“Who am I, Joshua? Name me.”
Source: Twisted Arrangement
“Who am I kidding? Garrison Abbey, the practical reincarnation of Jess from Gilmore Girls, is my first boyfriend.”
“Who am I kidding? This isn’t a fairy tale. It’s my life.”
Source: Beastia
“Who am I kidding? I have no reason for being here other that the fact that I want to be near her.”
Source: Perfect Chemistry
“Who am I?? No, No you don't ask the questions I ask them my question is how much stupid are you??...You are so quite, why?? You don't have answer, it's not a problem you don't need to answer I kwow it!”
“Who am I?’- Not knowing this is the greatest death to the Soul (one’s own self)!”
“Who am I really? Am I still the same person if I'm not even technically a person anymore? Does being stronger make me different? Will it?”
Source: Entice
“Who am I supposed to be again? Just be yourself. But who am I?”
Source: The Carrie Diaries and Summer in the City
“Who am I supposed to be when I can no longer be myself”
Source: Meraki: My affair with words
“Who am I that I have to sing under an umbrella? These people are my fans, and if they can stand in the rain to hear me sing, I can stand in the rain.”
“Who am I that I should urge these missionaries to confess their sins in public, when, for all I know, they may be living nearer to God than I am? The Spirit of God does not need me to act as His detective.”
Source: By my Spirit
“Who am I? The great inquiry indeed.”
Source: Autobiography of a Yogi
“Who am I? The shell-selling Lace girl, the attendant of Lady Arilou, Mother Govrie’s other daughter, the thing of dust, the victim, the revenger, the diplomat, the crowd-witch, the killer, the rescuer, the pirate?
I am anything I wish to be. The world cannot choose for me. No, it is for me to choose what the world shall be.”
Source: The Lost Conspiracy
“Who am I? They often tell me I would step from my cell's confinement calmly, cheerfully, firmly, like a squire from his country-house.
Who am I? They often tell me I would talk to my warden freely and friendly and clearly, as though it were mine to command.
Who am I? They also tell me I would bear the days of misfortune equably, smilingly, proudly, like one accustomed to win.
Am I then really all that which other men tell of, or am I only what I know of myself, restless and longing and sick, like a bird in a cage, struggling for breath, as though hands were compressing my throat, yearning for colors, for flowers, for the voices of birds, thirsting for words of kindness, for neighborliness, trembling with anger at despotisms and petty humiliation, tossing in expectation of great events, powerlessly trembling for friends at an infinite distance, weary and empty at praying, at thinking, at making, faint and ready to say farewell to it all.
Who am I? This or the other? Am I one person today, and tomorrow another? Am I both at once? A hypocrite before others, and before myself a contemptibly woebegone weakling? Or is something within me still like a beaten army, fleeing in disorder from victory already achieved?
Who am I? They mock me, these lonely questions of mine.
Whoever I am, Thou knowest, O God, I am thine!”
Source: Prison Poems