W Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with W. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Why must all of the operations in life be performed without an anesthetic?”
“Why must ancients, and provided the same talent, be better than modern authors?
Free to exploit the vast realm of the simpleand the natural, they did not have to be artificial in order to be original (which every artist aspires to be).”
“Why must art be static? You look at an abstraction, sculptured or painted, an entirely exciting arrangement of planes, spheres, nuclei, entirely without meaning. It would be perfect but it is always still. The next step in sculpture is motion.”
“Why must conversions always come so late? Why do people always apologize to corpses?”
“Why must duty require me to break my own heart?”
Source: The Writing Desk
“Why must every eleven minutes of my life be filled with misery?”
“Why must everything be repeat and repeat, never finish, never resting? You work so hard one day, but the next day you must only work again. You eat, but the next day, you are already hungry. You find love, then love goes away. You are born with nothing, you work hard, then you die with nothing. You are young, then you are old. No matter how hard you work, you cannot stop getting old. - Wayan”
Source: The Complete Elizabeth Gilbert: Eat, Pray, Love; Committed; The Last American Man; Stern Men & Pilgrims
“Why must holy places be dark places?”
Source: Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold
“Why must I be lonely in love?”
“Why must I be surrounded by frickin' idiots?”
“Why must I cling to the customs and practices of a particular country forever, just because I happened to be born there? What does it matter if its distinctiveness is lost? Need we be so attached to it? What's the harm if everyone on earth shares the same thoughts and feelings, if they stand under a single banner of laws and regulations? What if we can't be recognized as Indians any more? Where's the harm in that? No one can object if we declare ourselves to be citizens of the world. Is that any less glorious?”
“Why must I feel like that? Why must I chase the cat?”
“Why must I have the Piglet?' 'Because you are the best.' 'I do not understand.' 'Teach him.' 'And who teaches me?' ' As an officer, my lord, you will have many men under your command and not all will be gifted. You must learn to use each man to his best advantage.”
Source: Quest For Lost Heroes
“Why must I run against a Negro? We have had enough of Negroes running against and fighting with each other. The better bet is that we would put a Muslim candidate in the field against a devil, somebody who is against all we stand for.”
“Why must I suffer? The ultimate puzzle. That is what it is to be human, I suppose: to question the terms of existence.”
Source: Old Babes in the Wood: Stories
“Why must it be in human nature to hear one thing but to believe in another?" "Because we want things to get better," I said. "Otherwise we would all give up.”
Source: The Black Book of Secrets
“Why must it be so hard
For us to come to understand,
That there are things we cannot change
Hidden amongst the things we can?
For we can rearrange our hearts,
Dust out the corners of our minds,
We can teach our eyes to see
Only the things we wish to find.
Yet once we decorate our walls
And sweep our sorrows off the floor,
Why do we look to someone else,
To show us how we can be more?
For here is where the line
Between our can and can't gets tough,
Just the point at which we all must learn
That we are already enough,
That since we cannot choose the home,
Our only soul was born into,
We should rearrange its rooms
But learn to love its window's view.”
“Why must love always be accompanied--sooner or later--by sorrow and pain? Why not? Because pure bliss is for pure idiots.”
Source: A Voice Crying in the Wilderness
“Why must love erase her surname,
why must birth deny her throne –
she is the one who forms existence,
yet there’s nothing she can call her own!”
Source: Tierra Carta: Naskar Charter of Earth
“Why must one love rarely to love well?”
“Why must one talk? Often one shouldn't talk, but live in silence. The more one talks, the less the words mean. (Nana Kleinfrankenheim, Vivre Sa Vie)”
“Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer.”
Source: ANNE OF GREEN GABLES - Complete Collection: ALL 14 Books in One Volume (Anne of Green Gables, Anne of Avonlea, Anne of the Island, Rainbow Valley, The Story Girl, Chronicles of Avonlea and more): Including Letters and Autobiography of Lucy Maud Montgomery
“Why must she dress that way? I think she's confused about her gender.”
“Why must some of us deliberate between brands of toothpaste while others deliberate between damp dirt and bone dust to quiet the fire of an empty stomach lining?”
“Why must the woman apologize for not having a baby just because she happened to get pregnant? It's as if we think motherhood is the default setting for a woman's life from first period to menopause, and she needs a note from God not to say yes to every zygote that knocks on her door.”
Source: Pro: Reclaiming Abortion Rights
“Why must there always be a price to pay for every indulgence, and why must it so often be withdrawn from the bankrupt accounts of the innocent?”
Source: A Mixture of Madness
“Why must thou torment me so? For even the face of an angel lies. Skin as sweet as honey that smells of roses. Oh! Do away with this life and let death be the cause of it. Kill me now and end my suffering! For all the glory in the world is nothing without thy breath.”
“Why must we always talk about race anyway? Can't we just be human beings? And Professor Hunk replied - that is exactly what white privilege is, that you can say that. Race doesn't really exist for you because it has never been a barrier. Black folks don't have that choice.”
“Why must we be eternally on our knees before the Kants and Hugos?”
Source: José Clemente Orozco: An Autobiography
“Why must we be freaking out about the kindness and sympathy we would like to share? What could deter us so much from opening our hearts and spilling the beans? Why should we harbor suspicions about the gentleness of people who are bubbling over with enthusiasm and goodwill? Could kindness generate such a thorny challenge in people's lives and make them feel so uncomfortable as if they were wobbling on thin ice, fearing losing balance and thus losing face? (“Schengen”)”
“Why must we climb away to the seal-less parts of the world?”
“Why must we continue to believe peace requires war?”
“Why must we fight for the right to live, over and over, each time the sun rises?”
“Why must we hide,
Behind walls built high?
N' blame our lives,
On him, her, I?”
Source: He Had You at Belief
“Why must we love our neighbor as our own self? Because there's only One Self. Separateness is seen in duality consciousness. Not in Divine Unity. Also Quantum Physics points to Oneness of All That Is. Free mystics of East found this Truth in Self Discovery. So must we.”
“Why must we love where the lightning strikes, and not where we choose?”
Source: A Saucer of Loneliness
“Why must we suffer? Because here below pure Love cannot exist without suffering. O Jesus, Jesus, I no longer feel my cross when I think of yours.”
“Why must women always keep their wits about them, while men can be clueless and still come off as geniuses?”
Source: Joan of Apocalypse
“Why must women be continually surprised that their male partners disappoint them? That we feel a distinct lack of support, or that the support we receive is both patronizing and conditional: I will applaud your job, your vision, your goals, if you continue to uphold your domestic duties. Cook the dinners, change the diapers, clean the house, and then you can have your “fun.” Why do women, natural sharers, natural empathizers, yoke themselves to men, who are by their own nature nonreflective, nonverbal, noncommunicative? Why do women, natural nurturers, find themselves hollowed out as years of marriage pass, having drained themselves of emotions that continually are fed to partners who have no interest in reciprocating? Partners who tend to say the same damning words, meant as praise: She knows how to handle me. As if a woman’s primary duty was to use all her brains and empathy to manage a man, as if she were some plumber of the psyche. Or how about this one, which men often say when praising a relationship: It’s just easy. Would a man say this about his job? Certainly not. But the key relationship in his life? He shouldn’t have to work at it. That’s because the woman is spending all her time trying to figure him out, trying to handle him. And she wonders why she is so confused about her own emotions: She has no time to ponder them. This sad situation is not the fault of men any more than it is the fault of women. The two are simply incompatible beings.”
Source: Gone Girl
“Why must women stay quietly? Why must we be little moons, each of us stuck in our little orbit, revolving around a planet that is some man? Why can't we be other planets? Why must we be moons?”
“Why must women torment me so?”
“Why must you always try to be omnipotent, and shove things about? Tragic things happen sometimes that we just have to submit to.”
Source: Rebecca West, a celebration
“Why must you hurt me, when I love you so? When I can do nothing else nor want to, for love made me and fed me and kept me in better days? Why will you cut me, and disfigure my face, and fill me with woe? I have only loved you for your beauty as you once loved me for mine in the days before the world moved on. Now you scar me with nails and put burning drops of quicksilver in my nose; you have set the animals on me, so you have, and they have eaten of my softest parts. Around me the can-toi gather and there’s no peace from their laughter.
Yet still I love you and would serve you and even bring the magic again, if you would allow me, for that is how my heart was cast when I rose from the Prim. And once I was strong as well as beautiful, but now my strength is almost gone. If torture were to stop now, I might still recover – if never my looks, then at least my strength and my kes.
But another week… or maybe five days… or even three… and it will be too late. Even if the torture stops, I’ll die. And you’ll die too, for when love leaves the world, hearts are still. Tell them of my love and tell them of my pain and tell them of my hope, which still lives. For this is all I have and all I am and all I ask.”
Source: The Dark Tower
“Why must you hurt me, when I love you so? When I can do nothing else nor want to, for love made me and fed me and kept me in better days? Why will you cut me, and disfigure my face, and fill me with woe? I have only loved you for your beauty as you once loved me for mine in the days before the world moved on. Now you scar me with nails and put burning drops of quicksilver in my nose; you have set the animals on me, so you have, and they have eaten of my softest parts. Around me the can-toi gather and there’s no peace from their laughter.
Yet still I love you and would serve you and even bring the magic again, if you would allow me, for that is how my heart was cast when I rose from the Prim. And once I was strong as well as beautiful, but now my strength is almost gone. If torture were to stop now, I might still recover – if never my looks, then at least my strength and my kes.
But other week… or maybe five days… or even three… and it will be too late. Even if the torture stops, I’ll die. And you’ll die too, for when love leaves the world, hearts are still. Tell them of my love and tell them of my pain and tell them of my hope, which still lives. For this is all I have and all I am and all I ask.”
Source: The Dark Tower
“Why must you know the details of my troubles to have compassion? Is it not enough to show compassion simply because you know that everyone has troubles?”
Source: Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year
“Why must you make things so difficult?"
"Because I don't trust you," she said. "I'm never going to just do something simply because you asked, Doctor Facilier."
He grabbed her wrist and turned her hand palm up. He slapped the vial into the center of her palm. "Every single dish, Tiana."
She threw the vial directly at his face. He snatched it as if he had been expecting her to do just that.
"I don't have to do anything," Tiana said. "I've held up my end of our bargain. You hold up yours.”
Source: Almost There
“Why must you speak your thoughts? Silence, if fair words stick in your throat, would serve all our ends better.”
Source: Unfinished Tales of Numenor and Middle-earth
“Why, my child, should I desert you? Why should I not share your labour and the burden you have been saddled with because of the hatred of my name? Should I be frightened by being accused? Or cower in fear as if it were something unprecedented? This is hardly the first time wisdom has been threatened with danger by the forces of evil.”
Source: Boethius' Consolation of Philosophy;
“Why my husband, Savannah?" Clarissa whispered. It was still a shock after all these years, a betrayal with an endless sting.”
“Why, my students wondered,
did the great dead poets all live north of us?
Was there nothing to do all winter there
but pine for better weather?”