W Quotes
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“Who remove stones, bruise their fingers.”
Source: The poetical works of George Herbert
“Who replied evasively is betraying himself”
Source: Zori 2ª Parte
“Who reports the works and ways of the clouds, those wondrous creations coming into being every day like freshly upheaved mountains?”
Source: The Wilderness World of John Muir
“Who rides on a tiger can never dismount; asleep on an elephant, that is repose.”
Source: Complete Poems
“Who rise from flesh to spirit know the fall:
The word outleaps the world, and light is all.”
Source: The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke
“Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.”
“Who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down?”
Source: Comedies of Shakespeare in Plain and Simple English (a Modern Translation and the Original Version)
“Who rules East Europe commands the Heartland; who rules the Heartland commands the World-Island; who rules the World-Island controls the world.”
“Who rules our symbols, rules us.”
“Who rules the world?… - It's for sure, ain't you!”
“Who runs in circles never gets far.”
“Who runs the world? Girls.”
“Who’s arguing now?”
“Cat…”
I smile innocently. It’s hard not to laugh. “Yes, Your Growliness?”
He growls.”
Source: Breath of Fire
“Who’s awake at this hour?
Just the mice rolling their life’s luggage
across the attic floor,
running the gauntlet
between the suitcases and heavy coats,
little refugees sailing
their slim luck in the dark.”
Source: Night Work: Selected Poems 2006-2016
“Who’s Baumgartner?” I asked.
President of the 155.” At my blank stare, Catcher clarified, “My former union, Local 155 of the Union of Amalgamated Sorcerers and Spellcasters.”
I nearly choked on chicken, and when I was done with the coughing fit, asked, “The acronym for the Order of sorcerers is ‘U-ASS’?”
A, seriously appropriate,” Mallory commented, giving Catcher a sideways grin. “B, explains why they call it ‘the Order.”
“Who’s behind those eyes?
Who’s watching from within?
You are not the features.
Not the aging.
Not the effort.
Not the mask you sometimes wear
to be loved or understood.
You are the one who sees.
The one who stays.”
Source: The Tao of Psychedelics
“Who’s Beth?” Keri asked.
“The bartender at your wedding.”
“Oh, that’s right. How could I forget when
my husband almost got thrown out of our own
reception for trying to hire her like a hooker or
something.”
“What’s a hooker?” Bobby asked.
Keri’s island tan flushed pink. “Oops.”
“You put it on the end of a fishing pole,
dummy,” Brian explained.
Bobby frowned. “Uncle Joe tried to hire a
worm?”
Source: Undeniably Yours
“Who's cooking your food anyway? What strange beasts lurk behind the kitchen doors? You see the chef: he's the guy without the hat, with the clipboard under his arm, maybe his name stitched in Tuscan blue on his starched white chef's coat next to those cotton Chinese buttons. But who's actually cooking your food? Are they young, ambitious culinary school grads, putting in their time on the line until they get their shot at the Big Job? Probably not. If the chef is anything like me, the cooks are a dysfunctional, mercenary lot, fringe-dwellers motivated by money, the peculiar lifestyle of cooking and grim pride. They're probably not even American.”
Source: Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly
“Who's Gojo Satoru? He was my BEST FRIEND.”
Source: 呪術廻戦 13 [Jujutsu Kaisen 13]
“Who's got you all? "- she waved her hand over her like she was casting a spell - "aflutter?”
Source: Christmas with a Bite
“Who’s happy? Happy is just what people think they are when they can’t find anything to bitch about.”
Source: Human Detritus
“Who's Johnnie Walker?"
"It's a drink. For grown-ups."
"Is it nice?"
"Makes you drunk."
"What's it like being drunk?"
"Like being awake and asleep at the same time."
"Sounds nice."
"It was meant to sound terrible," he said looking down his glasses at her. "You get sick and stagger around. People actually vomit sometimes.”
Source: The Rise & Fall of Great Powers
“Who’s Josie?” Alex asked, confused.
“Uh . . .” I looked over at Deacon. “You want to do the honors? I know how much you love awkward conversations.”
A wide smile broke out across his face. “Of course, especially when I’m not the center of the awkwardness.”
Luke snorted.
“So!” Deacon clapped his hands together as he faced Alex and Aiden. “Did you guys happen to notice a certain girl out on the quad when you did your magic doorway thing?”
Aiden glanced at Alex. She raised a shoulder. “There were a lot of people out there that I hadn’t seen before.” She paused. “I noticed Boobs, though.”
I slowly shook my head.
“Um, that’s not who I’m talking about. Anyway,” Deacon said, his gray eyes light. “She’s pretty tall. Well, taller than you and everyone is practically taller than you, Alex. Has long blondish-brown hair. Kind of weird hair.”
“Awesome hair,” Luke added.
Alexander frowned silently.
“She does. It’s like an array of colors. One moment it looks completely blonde. The next it’s long brown and then it changes again. It’s very cool,” Deacon continued, and I had to agree with him on that. “And when you see her, you’re going to think, wow, this girl looks familiar. You won’t be able to put a finger on it at first, but it’s going to nag at you and then, when it hits you, you’ll—”
“Deacon,” Aiden warned. “Who is Josie?”
His brother pouted for a second and then sighed. “Fine. She’s a demigod. Like, a born demigod. Powers unlocked and all, and she’s super-cool and really nice.” His gaze slid over to where I stood and his expression turned sly. “Isn’t that right, Seth?”
I eyed him. “Right.”
“You’re forgetting the best part.” Solos walked past the couch, sending me a long look. “Which god she came from.”
Aiden seemed to get what wasn’t being said first. His eyes closed as he rubbed his fingers along his brow. “Gods.”
“What?” Alex looked at him and then at me. “Whose kid is she?”
“Apollo’s,” Deacon answered, his smile going up a notch when Alex’s gaze flew to him. “Yep. Josie is Apollo’s daughter.”
Her mouth dropped open.
“And that kind of makes you and her cousins? I guess?” Luke frowned. “I don’t know what exactly, but it does make you two related. Somehow. I don’t know how, but she does have some of your mannerisms. It gets really weird sometimes.”
Source: The Power
“Who's like God? Your deeds are too many to declare!”
“Who's never absorbed nutrients at a grave? Who's never grown from flesh? I have seen plenty of hells, and because of that, I have to find heaven!”
Source: My House of Horrors
“Who's poorer, the one who begs for money or those who have not enough to give away? Or are they reflecting one another and the same nature?”
“Who's she supposed to be?' The old woman grunted, nodding towards Max.
'That's my friend Max,' Xander replied.
'Your friend max?' I repeated.
'I promised to build her a droid,' Xander said cheerily. 'We're very close now. But that's beside the point.”
Source: The Hawthorne Legacy
“Who’s Stradlater’s date?” he said. He was always keeping tabs on who Stradlater was dating, even though he hated Stradlater’s guts.”
Source: THE CATCHER IN THE RYE
“Who's that? Even though the coast is nowhere to be seen, is still swimming in the midst of the ocean waves? What mighty use do you see in striving to swim in this manner?”
Source: The Story of Mahajanaka
“Who's that other girl with Vanessa?" Tianna asked. "The one with the teardrops tattooed under her eye?"
"That's Jimena." Corrine spoke in a lower voice. "Don't mess with her. Everyone says she's been in a camp twice."
"Camp?" Tianna asked.
"Youth authority," Corrine muttered, as if Tianna ought to know. "I can't believe you didn't hear. It's all over school. She used to be in a gang."
"And the one staring daggers at me?"
"The one with the cello case is Serena," Corrine answered wistfully. "You should hear her play. I'm so jealous of her talent. She'll be famous someday."
Serena wore a fedora and a tie-dyed shirt with studded jeans. She had a beautiful face and compelling eyes.
"She can also tell your fortune with her tarot cards," Corrine whispered. "She read mine once, and it was spooky, everything she knew. I never went back for a second reading.”
Source: The Lost One
“Who’s The Best (The Sonnet)
Of all nations on earth,
No nation is the best.
Of all religions on earth,
No religion is the best.
Of all cultures on earth,
No culture is the best,
Of all colors on earth,
No color is the best.
Of all genders on earth,
No gender is the best,
Of all philosophies on earth,
No philosophy is the best.
The world is diverse for us to be strong,
By walking together we'll fly high and long.”
Source: Servitude is Sanctitude
“Who's the boss - you or your feelings?”
Source: The Surprising Secrets of Highly Happy Marriages: The Little Things That Make a Big Difference
“Who’s the crow that plays dove in our roost?”
“Who's the greatest center of all time, Wilt Chamberlain or Kareem Abdul-Jabbar? Where does Shaquille O'Neal land in the rankings? Would you pick Tim Duncan or Charles Barkley as the better power forward? Who's your best Sixth Man? Where does LeBron James rank among small forwards?”
“Who's the Joker, playing with our perception?
Who's that thief, grabbing our attention?”
Source: On My Way To Infinity: A Seeker's Poetic Pilgrimage
“Who's the more foolish? The fool, or the fool who follows him? Obi-Wan Kenobi”
“Who's the young man beside you?" Helen suddenly asked. "Oh, I see, you're one of us." She turned to Nonie. "And you did introduce us before." She tapped a finger against her right temple. "Every once in a while this old clock up here forgets to click to the next second. I apologize for that.”
Source: Toe to Toe
“Who's this one now?" Craster said before Jon could go. "He has te look of a Stark."
"My steward and squire, Jon Snow."
"A bastard, is it?" Craster looked Jon up and down. "Man wants to bed a woman, seems like he ought to take her to wife. That's what I do.”
Source: A Clash Of Kings, Part 2 #1
“Who’s to know if any sacrifice is worth it? But time always tells.”
Source: Star Wars: Rebels
“Who's to know what makes a bird wake up and decide to change its song? It was written that our world would change and it changed.”
Source: The Lord of Death
“Who's to say my light is better than your darkness?”
Source: Flowers for Algernon
“Who's to say that once I run, I'll find that isn't enough? Who's to say I won't end up feeling exactly the way I do right now-not safe, but stifled? Maybe I'll want to run again, and again, and eventually I'll end up back on those old tracks, because there's nowhere left to go. Maybe. Maybe not. You have to take the risk, don't you”
Source: The Girl on the Train
“Who’s to say we aren’t dead until we learn what we are living
for?” Stephen placed his hands behind his head and leaned back casually in the folding camping chair. “We all need to know what’s missing in our lives. At a funeral people say everything a person has accomplished in their life, but what if they missed something? What if there was one thing you never realized you needed to do? What if you had a chance to go back and do it?”
Source: The Death of Mungo Blackwell
“Who’s to say what a ‘literary life’ is? As long as you are writing often, and writing well, you don’t need to be hanging-out in libraries all the time.
Nightclubs are great literary research centers. So is Ibiza!”
Source: Cities & Countries
“Who's to say which is stronger? Flowers break concrete just like hammers do.”
“Who's Vanessa?"
"I don't believe you. She's only the most popular girl in the whole school." She pointed a finger at the girl in the middle of the three who were still watching Tianna closely. "Everyone knows Vanessa."
Vanessa had perfect skin, large blue eyes, and luxurious blond hair that curled over her shoulders.
"Are those extensions?" Tianna asked.
"All hers." Corrine sighed.
Vanessa was dressed in a funky white coat of fake fur that went down to her brown suede boots; underneath was a low-hanging party-girl skirt with two gold belts draped around her tan waist.
"Where'd she get the clothes? They're so cool." Tianna glanced self-consciously at her own jeans. The knees were soiled, and there was a long black mark on the side, as if she had skidded in dirt or oil.
"Her mom's a costume designer for the movies," Corrine confided.
Tianna felt a pang of jealousy- not for the clothes, but from the mention of Vanessa's mother. She wondered where hers was. Why hadn't she been with her this morning?”
Source: The Lost One
“Who's watching your cameras?
Not us, but we should be.”
“Who’s winning?”
“I don’t have a f*cking clue nor do I f*cking care.”
Echo’s head ticks back.
“Back off, Beth.” I cross the room, drop a kiss on the curve of Echo’s neck and whisper in her ear, “She’d rip me to pieces, too, right now. She’s a b*tch when the Yankees play.”
Her eyebrows rise. “Is she a Red Sox fan?”
Isaiah chuckles and we both throw him a glare, but he doesn’t notice as he’s absorbed in a car manual.
“Beth hates baseball.”
Echo’s eyes dart from Beth to the television to me then she waves her hand in the air for an explanation.
“She watches,” I explain. “Yankees only. It’s what she does and there are some things we don’t question about each other.”
“Just the Yankees?” Echo whispers.
“Just the Yankees,” I repeat.
“And she hates baseball?”
“With a passion.”
“That’s...” Echo says in a hushed tone. “That’s messed up.”
Source: Breaking the Rules
“Who’s your friend?”
I practically leaped into the air and spun around to see that Kate had walked up behind me. I slapped the back of my hand against Marcus’s chest, hard enough to force him back a step. “This is Marcus. Ignore him. He’s a bad seed.”
As she checked him out, that growing smile of hers told me she was up to no good. She held out a hand for him to take. “Hi. I’m Kate. I’m a bad seed, too.”
“Who’s your friend writing to?” Kilian asked. “She’s covered both sides of the paper.” I
sobel laughed. “You.”
“Me?” He touched his chest, turning backwards to face her as he pushed open the door with his shoulder. “How touching. And unsurprising.”
Source: Plier