W Quotes
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“Was it all in my head? A Lunar trick?” Her stomach twisted. “No.” She shook her head, fervently. How to explain that she hadn’t had the gift before? That she couldn’t have used it against him? “I would never lie—” The words faded. She had lied. Everything he knew about her had been a lie. “I’m so sorry,” she finished, the words falling lamely in the open air. Kai peeled his eyes away, finding some place of resignation off in the glistening garden. “You’re even more painful to look at than she is.”
“Was it all inevitable, John?" Reeve was pushing his fingers across the floor of the cell, seated on his haunches. I was lying on the mattress. Yes," I said. "I think it was. Certainly, it's written that way. The end of the book is there before the beginning's hardly started.”
Source: Knots and Crosses: An Inspector Rebus Novel
“Was it all put into words, or did both understand that they had the same thing at heart and in their minds, so that there was no need to speak of it aloud, and better not to speak of it?”
Source: The 10 Greatest Books of All Time
“Was it always my nature to take a bad time and block out the good times, until any success became an accident and failure seemed the only truth?”
“Was it always to be like this? she wondered. A moment of joy followed by a new sorrow?”
Source: Nadia's Song
“Was it an accident that I saw Fiyero, I wondered, looking at the manager with new eyes, or is it just that world unwraps itself to you again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew?”
“Was it an instinct towards their future life together that she was already sensing, which made her pull back? For what she was seeing suddenly, in her mind’s eye, was an image of the two of them dancing on the edge of the world, not realising that they were about to fall off”
Source: The Patriots
“Was it an invitation? Or an indication of obliviousness? He had long been outside of the world of simple desires and their fulfillments, and he was inept and uncertain. For all he knew there might be some code among the wanderers of obscure spas by which they found each other quickly.”
Source: Tender is the Night
“Was it animal pee or human pee? Someone asked. How would I know? What, am I an expert in the study of pee?”
Source: Paper Towns
“Was it better to think you had lost everything, and to start over? Or easier to know that the people you loved were alive, even if you could never see them again?”
Source: City of Heavenly Fire
“Was it confusing because it was artistic, or artistic because it was confusing?”
Source: Expensive People
“Was it destined to be like this? Did the people who hurt me know what they were creating? Surely they must’ve, having tortured me so. They wanted a subject, and I gave it to them.
Good luck getting past the demon.”
“Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Walt Whitman (Illustrated)
“Was it enough to wear the night with me just once? I am unsatisfied.”
Source: The Vespertine
“was it even my own mind making the decisions?”
Source: Framed & Hunted: A True Story of Occult Persecution
“Was it fair to say I didn't know the full state of my soul?”
“Was it fate? Was it destiny?" "I think it was Alan Blunt.”
Source: Ark angel
“Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! Grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!”
Source: An Arrangement of the Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Rev. Isaac Watts
“Was it for this the clay grew tall?”
“Was it for this the clay grew tall? O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all?”
“Was it for this the wild geese spread The gray wing upon every tide; For this that all that blood was shed, For this. Edward Fitzgerald died, And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone, All that delirium of the brave? Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave.”
“Was it frisson when you saw a guy smile and it made your heart act all weird?”
Source: All American Girl
“Was it ghastly?"
I remembered the sunlit summer of 1940, the crowds rushing from Paris, as from a fire, to join the snake-like lines of mattress-topped cars that drove slow, slower and slowest of all just before their closely packed passengers scattered into ditches where the dive bombers still found them. I remembered Nice with its sea and sky and palm trees still as bright as new travel posters and its sidewalks crowded with the most typical of twentieth-century tourists: displaced persons. I remembered the sensation of living in a dull fear-encircled vacuum and the incredulous joy with which I greeted my husband when he arrived hollow-eyed from his narrow escape and long hitch-hike across two countries. I remembered Lyons in the unheated winters, the wind scything between the cliff-like gray houses and inserting itself into the city's labyrinth of passageways. I remembered the turnip meals, the recurrent colds and chilblains, the disinclination to wash in icy water, the sordid temporary lodgings and false identity cards, the drearily uncomfortable atmosphere, and the exhilarating meetings with friends who had also escaped arrest. And then I remembered my husband's arrest and the nightmare that followed.
"Yes," I said, repudiating stiff upper lips, "yes, it was ghastly.”
Source: Ladies with a Unicorn
“Was it good?
Nemecsek fixed his blue eyes on Gereb and replied:
Yes, and quietly added: Much better than to be standing on the bank, laughing at me. I'd rather stay in the water neck-deep until New Year than be hand-in-hand with my friends' enemies. I don't mind having dipped in the water. The other day I fell in there by myself. I saw you then, too, with these strangers on the island. But you fellows can invite me as long as you like, you can flatter me and shower me with presents - yet I won't have a thing to do with you. And if you give me another ducking, if you throw me in the water a hundred times, or even a thousand times, I'll come here tomorrow and the day after just the same. I'll find a hiding place where you won't get me. I'm not afraid of anyone of you. And if you'll come to Paul Street, to take our ground away, we'll be on the spot! And don't you forget that either! I'll show you that with ten of us against your ten, you'll hear a different sort of talk from what I'm giving you now. It was easy enough to get the better of me! The one that's stronger always wins! The Pasztor boys stole my marbles in the Museum Garden because they were stronger. Now I got a ducking because you are stronger! Easy enough when ten are against one! But I don't care! You can even beat me up, if it'll do you good. I could have saved myself from the ducking, but I wouldn't join you. I'd rather be drowned or have my brains knocked out than be a traitor...like....somebody standing over...there....”
Source: The Paul Street Boys
“Was it Gorky who had said, "If your children are no better than you are, you have fathered them in vain, indeed you have lived in vain".”
“Was it happiness I'd found in my long marriage? Or capitulation? Or is that all happiness is, capitulation?”
Source: Today Will Be Different
“Was it hard?" I ask.
Letting go?"
Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real.”
“Was it hard?” she asked, realizing after she spoke that he might not understand what she meant, that she could be asking him anything. But she was so scared that every word felt like a battle.
And Odaan understood. Of course he understood. “Every day,” he said softly, his eyes fixed on the trail ahead. “It’s hard every day.”
Source: A Vision in Smoke
“Was it hard? I hope she didn't die hard.' Sethe shook her head. 'Soft as cream. Being alive was the hard part.”
“Was it harder to die, or harder to be the one who survived?”
“Was it hardness, was it selfishness, that she should ask me to risk my life for her own glorification? Such thoughts may come to middle age; but never to ardent three-and-twenty in the fever of his first love.”
Source: The Lost World and Other Stories
“Was it here, after all, that everything broke down and descended into a roaring shaft of shattered masks and crumpled rose petals and bloody feathers?”
Source: The Nice and the Good
“Was it it possible that I thought a pile of clothes was a smiling girl?’ - Amanda Benson”
Source: Welcome to Dead House
“Was it Jesus you saw a picture of?” he says and looks up at me. If it had not been for the friendly voice and the long pause before the question, I would have thought he was making fun of me. He finds it a little embarrassing that I am a Christian; all he wants is for me not to be different from the other kids, and of all the kids in the neighbourhood, his youngest son is the only one to call himself a Christian.
But he is really wondering about this.
I feel a flutter of joy because he actually cares, and at the same time I become a bit offended that he underestimates me like that.
I shake my head.
“It wasn’t Jesus,” I say.”
Source: Min kamp 1
“Was it just her, or did lovers look more adoringly at each other in this city? Especially in the springtime.
'Die, bastards.'
She sighed. It wasn't their fault that they were bastards who should die.”
Source: A Hunger Like No Other
“Was it Laurie Anderson who said that VR would never look real until they learned how to put some dirt in it?”
“Was it like in the movies?” he asked, flipping a burger. Kssssss. “You know, like a montage with a music backing, and you’re beating up a kick-bag and throwing wooden stakes at a dummy?”
“That’s Buffy the Vampire Slayer.” Robin gave him a dark eye.”
Source: Burn the Dark
“Was it like this then? Seventy-five years or so ago? Did a group of people sit around and cast their votes on initiating the Hunger Games? Was there dissent? Did someone make a case for mercy that was beaten down by the calls for the deaths of the districts' children? The scent of Snow's rose curls up into my nose, down into my throat, squeezing it tight with despair. All those people I loved, dead, and we are discussing the next Hunger Games in an attempt to avoid wasting life. Nothing has changed. Nothing will ever change now.”
Source: Mockingjay
“Was it like this? (Jesse) (Jesse made an inhuman ghost noise.) That sounds like Darth Vader choking on a chicken bone. (Gloria)”
“Was it love at first sight? It wasn't then - but it sure is now.”
“Was it love? I don't know. Not yet. Love isn't a feeling. Love isn't just desire, though how I desired her. Love is the patient accumulation of shared memories, the joining together of two lifetimes into one, the weaving of separate stories into the story... [Love is] the greatest gift of all: a lifetime shared, to know and to be known.”
Source: Walking Backwards to Christmas
“Was it love of people?' I asked her. 'Of course no,' she snapped sharply. 'How can you love ignorant, brutish people whom you don't even know? Can anyone love filth and squalor? Or lice and rats? Who can love aching weariness, and carry on working, in spite of it? One cannot love these things. One can only love God, and through His grace come to love His people.”
“Was it love when somebody filled a space in your life that yawned inside you, once they had gone?”
Source: The Casual Vacancy
“Was it love when we met on the Internet? Was it love when he pursued me with silly messages and praise for my writing and a picture drawn in my favourite candy? When an attractive person pursues you, there is the luxury of not having to worry about whether it is love, because you are not the one don't the pursuing. At least, not at first. My usual habit of falling for people, when I think I am not falling, seemed irrelevant. He poked and messaged and "liked" and faved my every Internet itch. I had feelings, any feelings, under control.”
Source: So Sad Today: Personal Essays
“Was it magic? Of course it was.”
“Was it me that Botticelli imagined?”
“Was it me you were discussing?” he countered with lifted brows. “I couldn’t tell from the description you were giving. Since when am I kind, considerate, refined, and amiable?” “You’re angry,” Victoria concluded on a sigh. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest and his arms tightened, drawing her close to his leann, muscular body. “I’m not angry,” he said in a husky, gentle voice. “I’m embarrassed”
Source: Once and Always
“Was it my conspicuousness that distressed me? Not at all. It was merely that I was not beautifully conspicuous but uglily conspicuous - it makes all the difference in the world.”
Source: Autobiography of Mark Twain, Volume 3: The Complete and Authoritative Edition
“Was it my fault that I got out of hand? --Loki”
“Was it my idea to have him hurt me, or did he just let me think it was?”
Source: Boy Parts