W Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with W. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Who are we, this government or this country, to redefine the term marriage that has meant one man and one woman across cultures, across ages, across geographical barriers since before state and religion themselves?”
“Who are we, who is each one of us, if not a combination of experiences, information, books we have read, things imagined? Each life is an encyclopedia, a library, an inventory of objects, a series of styles, and everything can be constantly shuffled and reordered in every way conceivable.”
“Who are we, who is each one of us, if not a combinatoria of experiences, information, books we have read, things imagined?”
Source: Six Memos for the Next Millennium
“Who are we? And for what are we going to fight? Are we the titled slaves of George the Third? The military conscripts of Napoleon the Great? Or the frozen peasants of the Russian Czar? No -- we are the free born sons of America; the citizens of the only republic now existing in the world; and the only people on earth who possess rights, liberties, and property which they dare call their own.”
“Who are we? And to me that's the essential question that's always been in science fiction. A lot of science fiction stories are - at their very best - evocations of that question. When we look up at the night sky and wonder, "Is there anyone else out there?" we're also asking who we are we in relation to them.”
“Who are we? That is the big question. And essentially we are just an upright-walking, big-brained, super-intelligent ape.”
“Who are we? We are children of God. Our potential is unlimited. Our inheritance is sacred. May we always honor that heritage - in every thought and deed.”
“Who are we? We are the life-force power of the universe.”
“Who are we? We find that we live on an insignificant planet of a humdrum star lost in a galaxy tucked away in some forgotten corner of a universe in which there are far more galaxies than people.”
Source: Cosmos
“Who are we? We're not perfect but we're not worthless. Scripture tells us that we're beautifully made, but broken.”
“Who are you? A noise or a melody? Or may be you are a silence! If you are a silence, then you will be discovered only by the silent one!”
“Who are you?”
“Abby,” she says. “And you are?”
“Ethan,” I answer. “He’s my twin.”
Her eyes dart between us. “You don’t look anything alike.”
“I’m a boy. She’s a girl. I sure as hell hope we don’t,” says Ethan.”
Source: Crash into You
“Who are you after?”
“The snarky asshole one.”
“Could you be a little more specific.”
“The one who has a staff and throws their toys out of the pram that one.”
“Ooh.”
“Yeah.”
Source: PUTSCH. Volume I
“Who are you and how did you get in here?" "I'm a locksmith. And, I'm a locksmith.”
“Who are you and what breaks your heart?”
“Who are you, and what d'you think you're doing?' said the ruffian- leader.
Farmer Cotton looked at him slowly. 'I was just going to ask you that,' he said. 'This isn't your country, and you're not wanted.”
“Who are you and what have you done with my brother?”
“Who are you and who am I to set ourselves up as judges of an ancient people, and furthermore our own?”
“Who are you and who am I not to help an ancient people, and furthermore our own, refrain from serious error? Their salvation may depend on it, and ours certainly does!”
Source: The Forgotten
“Who are you and why are you my cat?”
Source: The Kane Chronicles, The, Book One: Red Pyramid
“Who are you?
Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have. I am fucking crazy.
But I am free.”
“Who are you?
Are you the moon of the midnight world,
Set to arouse poems in my heart?
Are you the star of the dark sky,
Set to ignite this sleeping soul of mine?”
“Who are you
ask yourself
the day you find the answer
journey begins!”
Source: A Lift In Life
“Who are you?” asked Riley
The girl let out her breath and Riley did not
see what she was holding. The the girl raised
both eyebrows.
“That's good” she whispered to herself.
Riley could still hear her.
“What's good?” Riley asked the girl; she shook
her head letting pieces of dirt and loose strands
of hair fly out of her ponytail.
Nothing, never mind.”
She said, still not answering Riley's question.
Riley let out a hard sigh.
“Both of your answers don’t answer my questions.”
Riley said, angry the girl wrinkled her nose.
“Sorry, I am Abby, a worldwide fugitive, how I am
alive I do not know.”
Riley's eyebrows raised at the mere senses “I am
Abby a worldwide fugitive.”
“Who are you calling?" (claire) Pizza hut" (shane) Loser" (claire)”
“Who are you dreaming for today?”
Source: Failing Up: How to Take Risks, Aim Higher, and Never Stop Learning
“Who are you?" Evangeline whispered.
Apollo brought her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles that made her shiver. "I am the one who will never let anyone harm you again".”
Source: A Curse for True Love
“Who are you going to believe? Leading authorities on medical science, or 800 memes on your cousin’s Facebook page?”
“Who are you going to believe, me or your own eyes?”
“Who are you going to live for - yourself or God?”
Source: What on Earth Am I Here For? Purpose Driven Life
“Who are you going to trust regarding the COVID-19 Pandemic: President Trump or the sickened residents of New York City?”
“Who are you?” he asked, in a bewildered tone. I cocked my head at him, totally baffled. “I told you. Anna Fisher. And I happen to be starving, so let’s go.” I tugged at his arm and led him back in line.”
Source: Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning
“Who are you?” he would ask her every day. “No one,” she would answer, she who had been Arya of House Stark, Arya Underfoot, Arya Horseface. She had been Arry and Weasel too, and Squab and Salty, Nan the cupbearer, a grey mouse, a sheep, the ghost of Harrenhal…but not for true, not in her heart of hearts. In there she was Arya of Winterfell, the daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn, who had once had brothers named Robb and Bran and Rickon, a sister named Sansa, a direwolf called Nymeria, a half brother named Jon Snow. In there she was someone…but that was not the answer he wanted.”
“Who are you?” Her eyes snapped open, and her voice held a hysterical edge. “Do I even know who you are?”
He stepped over Walker’s battered corpse and grabbed her by the shoulders, leaned down
so that his no-doubt foul breath washed over her face. “I am your husband, my lady.”
She turned her face away from him.
He shook her. “The one you promised to obey always.”
“Simon—”
“The one you said you’d cleave to, forsaking all others.”
“I—”
“The one you make love to at night.”
“I don’t know if I can live with you anymore.” The words were a whisper, but they rang in his head like a death knell.”
Source: The Serpent Prince
“Who are you?" I asked as he turned and headed deeper into the cavern.
"I am Fenrir the Wolf."
"I'm sorry, did you say you're a wolf?”
Source: Struck
“Who are you if nobody knows your story?”
Source: COLOMBO STREETS
“Who are you, if not the morning
before the first dawn?
If not the river that flows
without needing a name?
Your hands hold no borders.
Your heart chants no flags.
You belong to the sky
and the soil,
to the sorrow of stones
and the laughter of trees.”
Source: PHILOSOPHY AND LITERATURE: EXPLORING ONTOLOGY, AESTHETICS AND HERMENEUTICS
“Who are you if you lose your favorite person? Can you lose your favorite person without losing yourself? I reach for Stargirl and she's gone. I'm not me anymore.”
Source: The Stargirl Collection
“Who are you in the silence between your thoughts?”
“Who are you?"
"Just one of a million stars.”
Source: The Raising
“Who are you, Martin Eden? he demanded of himself in the looking-
glass, that night when he got back to his room. He gazed at
himself long and curiously. Who are you? What are you? Where do
you belong? You belong by rights to girls like Lizzie Connolly.
You belong with the legions of toil, with all that is low, and
vulgar, and unbeautiful. You belong with the oxen and the drudges,
in dirty surroundings among smells and stenches. There are the
stale vegetables now. Those potatoes are rotting. Smell them,
damn you, smell them. And yet you dare to open the books, to
listen to beautiful music, to learn to love beautiful paintings, to
speak good English, to think thoughts that none of your own kind
thinks, to tear yourself away from the oxen and the Lizzie
Connollys and to love a pale spirit of a woman who is a million
miles beyond you and who lives in the stars! Who are you? and what
are you? damn you! And are you going to make good?”
Source: Martin Eden
“Who are you? No really. Way, way down deep. Who are you?”
“Who are you not to be yourself?”
“Who are you now? Who have you decided to become? Make this decision consciously. Make it carefully. Make it powerfully. Then act upon it.”
“Who are you, O shipwrecked stranger?
Leontichos found your corpse on the beach,
buried you in this grave
and cried thinking of his own hazardous life.
For he knows no rest:
he too roams over the sea like a gull.”
“Who are you? Or should I first present myself to you? I’m Damerel, you know.’
‘Yes, so I supposed, at the outset of our delightful acquaintance. Later, of course, I was sure of it.’
‘Oh, oh – ! My reputation, Iago, my reputation!’ he exclaimed, laughing again.”
Source: Venetia
“Who are you people, really?” Valkyrie demands.
I smirk, shrinking into my humanoid form. “Do you believe in gods?”
Source: Incarnate
“Who are you? She asked silently, as she laid away the collector's quotations, his drawings, his scraps of famous poetry: "Come live with me and be my love..." interleaved with menus: 'oysters, fish stew, tortoise in its shell, bread from the oven, honey from the honeycomb.' The books were unsplattered but much fingered, their pages soft with turning and re-turning, like collections of old fairy tales. Often Jess thought of Rapunzel and golden apples and enchanted gardens. She thought of Ovid, and Dante, and Cervantes, and the Pre-Raphaelites, for sometimes McClintock pictured his beloved eating, and sometimes sleeping in fields of poppies, and once throned like Persephone, with strawberry vines entwined in her long hair.”
Source: The Cookbook Collector
“Who are you talking to, McGuire? Because you couldn't be talking to me. Not in that tone.”
Source: The Eternity Code
“Who are you talking to right now? Who is it you think you see? Do you know how much I make a year? I mean, even if I told you, you wouldn't believe it. Do you know what would happen if I suddenly decided to stop going into work? A business big enough that it could be listed on the NASDAQ goes belly up. Disappears. It ceases to exist, without me.”
“Who are you talking to?” – Morty “Still in the kitchen, aren’t I? Guess I need to keep walking. Oh, look! Yonder is the door, which I’m going to make use of right now.” – Nick”