W Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with W. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Who's the other kid in the photo?' he asked. 'The sandy-haired guy.' Annabeth's expression tightened. Touchy subject. 'That's Luke,' she said. 'He's dead now.”
“Who's the president on the $100 bill? I don't know. I don't need to know because I don't use cash. I only use travelers checks.”
“Who's the world going to revolve around now?”
“Who's they?" He wanted to know. "Who, specifically, do you think is trying to murder you?" "Every one of them," Yossarian told him. "Every one of whom?" "Every one of whom do you think?" "I haven't any idea." "Then how do you know they aren't?" "Because..." Clevinger sputtered, and turned speechless with frustration. Clevinger really thought he was right, but Yossarian had proof, because strangers he didn't know shot at him with cannons every time he flew up into the air to drop bombs on them, and it wasn't funny at all.”
“Who's this—alone with stone and sky? It's only my old dog and I— It's only him; it's only me; Alone with stone and grass and tree. What share we most—we two together? Smells, and awareness of the weather. What is it makes us more than dust? My trust in him; in me his trust.”
Source: Sequences
“Who's to say that my light is better than your darkness? Who's to say death is better than your darkness? Who am I to say?”
Source: Flowers for Algernon
“Who's to say that there is any more support for Freud's psychoanalytic concept of the superego than there is for that old time religion that asserted that there is a God who ordains what is right and wrong, and that His righteousness endures for all generations?”
“Who's to say the effort to be real isn't the beginning of wings?”
Source: The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have (Gift Edition)
“Who's to say what will one day appear to have been trendsetting? Sometimes artists who receive breathless acclaim initially, seem to conk out. Other artists who don't register so keenly at the time, prove to be trailblazers.”
“Who's to say what would have happened if I had trusted my instincts and moved to New York like I thought I would.”
“Who's to say what's a good voice and not a good voice?”
“Who's to say what's better or worse anyway? Who's to even say what's normal or average? We're all different people and we're allowed to be different from on another. If someone ever says you're weird, say thank you. And then curtsy. No, don't curtsy. That might be too weird. Bow. And tip your imaginary hate. That'll show them.”
“Who's to say what's right or wrong? The courts and the society can be totally wrong. Nazi Germany, what did they say was the right thing to do? To destroy and burn Jews.”
“Who's to say where funny stops and 'too far' starts?”
“Who's to say who's an expert?”
“Who's willing to face the unknown- the difficulties, the disappointments, the surprises of the unfamiliar. If you're going to change, you have to face those things, and who's able? Who has the skillful means, the knowhow, the perseverance, the help, the fortitude to keep going?”
“Who's with her?" Roarke asked, though he already knew. It was just like her. "With her? Oh, ah, hmmm. Webster." Silence fell, a clatter of broken bricks. Peabody folded her hands in her pockets and prepared for the explosion to follow. "I see." When Roarke simply turned back to the screen and continued, she didn't know whether to be relieved or scared to death.”
Source: J.D. Robb The IN DEATH Collection
“Who's your fat friend ?”
“Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.”
Source: The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes of Various Authors
“Who, being loved, is poor?”
Source: The Collected Works of Oscar Wilde
“Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind; Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote. Who too deep for his hearers still went on refining, And thought of convincing while they thought of dining: Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit.”
“Who, doomed to go in company with Pain And Fear and Bloodshed,-miserable train!- Turns his necessity to glorious gain.”
Source: Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author
“Who, except the gods, can live time through forever without any pain?”
Source: Aeschylus II: The Oresteia
“Who, except the poets, reads poetry?”
“Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?”
Source: The Complete Works, Poetry and Prose of the Rev. Edward Young, LL.D.: Revised and Collated with the Earliest Editions. To which is Prefixed A Life of the Author
“Who, I ask you, can take, dare take, on himself the rights, the duties, the responsibilities of another human soul?”
Source: The Elizabeth Cady Stanton-Susan B. Anthony reader: correspondence, writings, speeches
“Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'hierarchies? and even if one of thempressed me against his heart: I would be consumedin that overwhelming existence. For beauty is nothingbut the beginning of terror, which we still are just able to endure,and we are so awed because it serenely disdainsto annihilate us. Every angel is terrifying.”
“Who, in the midst of just provocation to anger, instantly finds the fit word which settles all around him in silence is more than wise or just; he is, were he a beggar, of more than royal blood, he is of celestial descent.”
“Who, in the midst of passion, is vigilant against illness? Who listens to the reports of recently decimated populations in Spain, India, Bora Bora, when new lips, tongues and poems fill the world?”
“Who, last time I'd checked, was still on our official archenemy list. (Yes, we have to keep a list. It's kind of sad.)”
“Who, noteless as the race from which he sprung,
Saved others' names, but left his own unsung.”
Source: The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart
“Who, of men, can tell
That flowers would bloom, or that green fruit would swell
To melting pulp, that fish would have bright mail,
The earth its dower of river, wood, and vale,
The meadows runnels, runnels pebble-stones,
The seed its harvest, or the lute its tones,
Tones ravishment, or ravishment its sweet,
If human souls did never kiss and greet?”
“Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akhond of Swat?”
“Who, other than a crazy person, does anything besides hang up on a robo-call? Any call, any person, anywhere, under any circumstances.”
“Who, precisely, are your Dreamers? Are their Dreams in Technicolor? Do you allow their most Outrageous Dreams to be seen in public?”
“Who, then, will govern? The answer must be, Man - for we have no angels in the shape of men, as yet, who are willing to take charge of our political affairs.”
Source: The Papers of Andrew Johnson: 1852-1857
“Who, under pressing temptations to lie, adheres to truth, nor to the profane betrays aught of a sacred trust, is near the summit of wisdom and virtue.”
“Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.”
Source: The Works of C. Churchill
“Who-only let him be a man and intent upon honor-is not eager for the honorable ordeal and prompt to assume perilous duties? To what energetic man is not idleness a punishment?”
“Who-who are you?" Seth asked, hesitantly."Wh-what do you want?" How else was was I supposed to reply? The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.I mean, I'd only seen the movie like seventeen times. "I'm Luke Skywalker," I said. "I'm here to rescue you.”
“Who... who are you?' I asked at last. It was true. I had left a body in the park, but seriously, what was I supposed to do? Drag him back to my hotel and tell my bellhop my friend had had too much to drink?”
Source: Blood Promise: A Vampire Academy Novel
“Who? God. What? He loves you. Where? Everywhere. When? Always, forever, without ceasing. How? Totally, completely. Why? Because you are His child!”
“Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.”
“Who? Who is that? (J.R.'s response when asked about opponent Jason Terry.)”
“Whoa! At least let me leave first!” “But then you couldn’t witness my epic state of sexiness.” Shirtless, Kino flashed another of those killer grins to double up the impact. Had she ever seen so many muscles on one torso? He carried it all so well. What's worse, he was far from a meathead, adding to the overall attraction. “I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist. Look, she's drooling.” “Am not!” Her hand flew to her mouth. “You had to check, though.”
Source: The Scribemaster Chronicles
“Whoa- back the T-rex up!”
“Whoa, don't assume, dude," Marco said. "My mom always said, when you assume you make an ass of u and me--”
Source: Lost in Babylon
“Whoa-ho! Talk about utter domination! That freakish talent of yours- hospitality, was it?- sure is impressive! You're pretty darn fired up too. Never expected you to wipe the floor with my subordinate like that!"
"There's something I'd like to say to you...
... and he just happened to be in my way."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, Miss Nakiri seemed really scary at first...
... but the closer we've gotten, the more she's turned into a gentle person who smiles a lot.
But then you came along and lied about who you are. You messed with her emotions and put her in an awkward spot as the Dean.
I-I'm going to be honest. Right now, I...
I'm a little mad at you!
To me, Miss Nakiri...
... is a precious friend.
And if you keep upsetting her like that...
... then I'm going to get really mad!”
Source: 食戟のソーマ 35 [Shokugeki no Souma 35]
“Whoa!” I jerked my hand up to stop him. “Wait, what?” I asked as sick horror shot through me. “You mean, like when the bodies get cut open?”
Delight lit his face. “Yes, you’ll be helping with the autopsies. You didn’t know that?”
Source: My Life as a White Trash Zombie
“Whoa.” I snapped my head toward him then glanced over my shoulder to a gurney being rushed up the hall.
“You’re sure you’re okay to leave? You’re not very… aware.”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I nodded.
“So what did the doctor say?” he questioned as we continued down the hall.
“He was concerned about the graze,” I said. “Told me to keep an eye on it and gave me some bandages to redress it every day.” I reached up and touched the bandage, trying to remove the creamy-colored gauze from my line of vision. It was protruding from beneath my eye. “He redressed it, and not well, I might add.”
Source: Christmas Wishes