Why Quotes

Well... why is a hard question to answer in any language.

~ Elizabeth Gilbert

And for a second, just for a second I forget. I forget that this isn't real.

~ Jenny Han

I don't know why but they you said it I started believing it.

~ Salman Naveed

Here’s the thing, people: We have some serious problems. The lights are off. And it seems like that’s affecting the water flow in part of town. So, no baths or showers, okay? But the situation is that we think Caine is short of food, which means he’s not going to be able to hold out very long at the power plant.”“How long?” someone yelled.Sam shook his head. “I don’t know.”“Why can’t you get him to leave?”“Because I can’t, that’s why,” Sam snapped, letting some of his anger show. “Because I’m not Superman, all right? Look, he’s inside the plant. The walls are thick. He has guns, he has Jack, he has Drake, and he has his own powers. I can’t get him out of there without getting some of our people killed. Anybody want to volunteer for that?Silence.“Yeah, I thought so. I can’t get you people to show up and pick melons, let alone throw down with Drake.”“That’s your job,” Zil said.“Oh, I see,” Sam said. The resentment he’d held in now came boiling to the surface. “It’s my job to pick the fruit, and collect the trash, and ration the food, and catch Hunter, and stop Caine, and settle every stupid little fight, and make sure kids get a visit from the Tooth Fairy. What’s your job, Zil? Oh, right: you spray hateful graffiti. Thanks for taking care of that, I don’t know how we’d ever manage without you.”“Sam…,” Astrid said, just loud enough for him to hear. A warning.Too late. He was going to say what needed saying.“And the rest of you. How many of you have done a single, lousy thing in the last two weeks aside from sitting around playing Xbox or watching movies?“Let me explain something to you people. I’m not your parents. I’m a fifteen-year-old kid. I’m a kid, just like all of you. I don’t happen to have any magic ability to make food suddenly appear. I can’t just snap my fingers and make all your problems go away. I’m just a kid.”As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Sam knew he had crossed the line. He had said the fateful words so many had used as an excuse before him. How many hundreds of times had he heard, “I’m just a kid.”But now he seemed unable to stop the words from tumbling out. “Look, I have an eighth-grade education. Just because I have powers doesn’t mean I’m Dumbledore or George Washington or Martin Luther King. Until all this happened I was just a B student. All I wanted to do was surf. I wanted to grow up to be Dru Adler or Kelly Slater, just, you know, a really good surfer.”The crowd was dead quiet now. Of course they were quiet, some still-functioning part of his mind thought bitterly, it’s entertaining watching someone melt down in public.“I’m doing the best I can,” Sam said.“I lost people today…I…I screwed up. I should have figured out Caine might go after the power plant.”Silence.“I’m doing the best I can.”No one said a word.Sam refused to meet Astrid’s eyes. If he saw pity there, he would fall apart completely.“I’m sorry,” he said.“I’m sorry.

~ Michael Grant

Why is it deemed justifiable and appropriate for cops/policeofficers to kill other cops (friendly–fire) and citizens?Why do cops kill?Are they not taught to maim or slow down someone runningor reaching for a weapon?If not, why not?Why do cops kill first and ask questions last?Why are police officers being military trained?What can we as citizens, taxpayers, and voters do to stop thesekillings and beatings of unarmed people?Why do we let this continue?How many more must die or get beat up before we realizesomething is wrong and needs to be changed?Will you, a friend, or a family member have to be killed or beatenby a cop before we realize that things have to change?Who's here to protect us from the cops when they decide to useexcessive force, shoot multiple shells, and/or murder us?

~ Obiora Embry

Here's how man thinks: If no one's done it, why should I try? It's a waste of my time; but if he's done it, I can do it better.

~ Nabil N. Jamal

I made a lot of mistakes, one of them was to promise. I must stop promise, the promise is like something which you in everytime in any case you must do what you said you will do! - That's why I hate it!

~ Deyth Banger

The AI told her not long ago that her Why? period might have been the shortest on record - because Mum and Dad answered every Why? in detail AND made sure she understood, so she wouldn't ask that particular Why? again. After a month Why? wasn't fun anymore, and she went on to other things.

~ Anne Mccaffrey

(A point of view of a stupidy of mankind)...Hey... did you check out the book by Stephen King in 7 June published??... (I was talking to one friend if I can put him as a friend...)The teacher says Stop with this books..... pff I said once not twice, why to stop?

~ Deyth Banger

If I know the end of a book or a film I want to know why it happen...

~ Deyth Banger

It’s only a cut, a reminder of this day. A reminder to ask every day, Why am I doing this?

~ Victor Robert Lee

What is it you really want? Are you really going to be happy when you get the object? What will it bring you? Is what you’re telling yourself really true? You have the choice, you can keep on getting hit by the wave or you can get the courage to run towards it and dive right through it - everything starts with you.

~ Evan Sutter

Why are you suggesting something… then deny to tell the whole thing?

~ Deyth Banger

When life brings you mountains, you don’t waste your time asking why; you spend your time climbing over them.

~ A.j. Darkholme

It is not what we choose that is important, it is the reason we choose it.

~ Carolyn Myss

Don’t keep running the race of life with the same heavy load of mistakes and indecisiveness! You may grow weary and weary! Mistakes lead to discovery, but not all the time! Mind your mind, and for a moment, realize where you have reach, and drop your loads!

~ Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

I may not know why, but I do know why not and this is where I stand.

~ J.r. Rim

Yeah. I know why she cuts. I just don’t know the seed-reason. It’s deep inside her, and it’ll take time and patience to get it out of her.

~ Jasinda Wilder

It doesn’t matter why I want to leave. You’re the reason I want to stay.

~ Emily Hainsworth

Are you planning to kiss me?' Aedan asked.'No.' Emroy wrinkled a pimply nose.'Then why are you standing so close?' Aedan's tone was perfect innocence.

~ Jonathan Renshaw

This process of breaking the old habits and making new ones requires strategic planning. Your vision is your why, while your strategic plan is your how. Even though the details are essential and knowing your numbers are important, it is the burning desire in your heart that will get you to the outcome you expect.

~ Farshad Asl

I cannot do anything fake; that is why even when I sleep with a prostitute, she falls in love with me.

~ M.f. Moonzajer

If you saw the size of the BLESSING YOU ARE BECOMING, you would understand the magnitude of the battle you are fighting!

~ Michele Jennae

You are alone... you put it like that Come and Fuck me... or I am free..... but why???

~ Deyth Banger

Why?Why?Do you follow me and then unfollow me?Do you add me as a friend and then delete me?

~ Deyth Banger

Oh, oh human stupidity, probably that's why I don't succeed with mankind, somebody says Can I stop by? you answer Okay... or Sure... but why and saying what you are doing in case he hasn't asked you?

~ Deyth Banger

If you can do it, why you won't do it???If you have chance why you won't use it?

~ Deyth Banger

I little miss that part, why you want to kill me??Because I'm not afraid of choosing and you are??I'm clever and this is like a gift and you are stupid and you can't say it. Because your self confidence goes lower and lower.

~ Deyth Banger

(Meanwhile, other people seem to be getting along with God just fine, very well indeed. Why not me?)

~ Lauren F. Winner

I never wake up in the morning and wonder why I am here. I wake up and wonder why I am not making here better.

~ Jeffrey Fry

Once again discovered: Do what you do because you enjoy. If expect others to give credit or honor your work, you are due for disappointment

~ Phillip Gary Smith

Why are you here, Wesley?”“I told you,” he said. “I got worried. You’ve been avoiding me for the past week at school, and when I called you today, you didn’t answer. I thought something might have happened with your dad. So I came to make sure you were okay.”I bit my lower lip, a wave of guilt washing over me. “That’s sweet,” I murmured. “But I’m fine. Dad apologized for the other night, and he’s going to AA meetings now, so…”“So you weren’t going to tell me?”“Why would I?”“Because I care!” Wesley yelled. His words crashed into me, stunning me for a second. “I’ve been worried about you since you left my house a week ago! You didn’t even say why you left, Bianca. What was I supposed to do? Just assume you would be all right?”“God,” I whispered. “I’m sorry. I didn’t-”“I’m worrying about you, and you’re fucking that pretentious little-!”“Hey!” I shouted. “Don’t bring Toby into this.

~ Kody Keplinger

A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.

~ Cassandra Clare

You’re angry at me,” she says.I stop crying at once. My whole body goes cold and still. She squats down beside me, and even though I’m careful not to look up, not to look at her at all, I can feel her, can smell the sweat from her skin and hear the ragged pattern of her breathing.“You’re angry at me,” she repeats, and her voice hitches a little. “You think I don’t care.”Her voice is the same. For years I used to imagine that voice lilting over those forbidden words: I love you. Remember. They cannot take it. Her last words to me before she went away.She shuffles forward and squats next to me. She hesitates, then reaches out and places her palm against my cheek, and turns my head toward hers so I’m forced to look at her. I can feel the calluses on her fingers.In her eyes, I see myself reflected in miniature, and I tunnel back to a time before she left, before I believed she was gone forever, when her eyes welcomed me into every day and shepherded me, every night, into sleep.“You turned out even more beautiful than I’d imagined,” she whispers. She, too, is crying.The hard casement inside me breaks.“Why?” is the only word that comes. Without intending to or even thinking about it, I allow her to draw me against her chest, let her wrap her arms around me. I cry into the space between her collarbones, inhaling the still-familiar smell of her skin.There are so many things I need to ask her: What happened to you in the Crypts? How could you let them take you away? Where did you go? But all I can say is: “Why didn’t you come for me? After all those years—all that time—why didn’t you come?” Then I can’t speak at all; my sobs become shudders.“Shhh.” She presses her lips to my forehead, strokes my hair, just like she used to when I was a child. I am a baby once again in her arms—helpless and needy. “I’m here now.”She rubs my back while I cry. Slowly, I feel the darkness drain out of me, as though pulled away by the motion of her hand. Finally I can breathe again. My eyes are burning, and my throat feels raw and sore. I draw away from her, wiping my eyes with the heel of my hand, not even caring that my nose is running. I’m suddenly exhausted—too tired to be hurt, too tired to be angry. I want to sleep, and sleep.“I never stopped thinking about you,” my mother says. “I thought of you every day—you and Rachel.

~ Lauren Oliver

Who am I??I'm a person who was scammed by somebody and who scammed people - First! (Don't worry that's my past! Everyone have such past do they??)I'm the guy who was punched and kicked in School when we are talking about this (This reminds me for some films like Monk - check out he in school (his past!))I'm the guy who follow the crowd, what I found was horrible that I went in a place where most people play the games which other play like League of Legends - outside and home all they talking about this game which one round takes 60 minutes. I'm now 2016 year in school and still listening about the football what has happen, who has played, who has won, who has won privious round, which is the best team and I'm sure that I'm genius because of listening this discussion. I can say it from here....I'm just ironic, I don't like football, logicaly I don't like to listen => so I don't like to watch why?? You must find out!

~ Deyth Banger

I can't get it why did I name my book series, I'm talking about The Life Of One kid. I'm talking about the last word Kid?? Aren't your curious I'm with British Accent and putting Kid the American word for child the last? I'm also curious I still don't know, I really don't know why. Child sounds like a baby maybe that's all, kid sounds like a child in aobut 7-8 years old!

~ Deyth Banger

My father never was a famous guy, he was just a person which made a lot of mistakes. But the suicide wasn't the best path, the best choice it was a way which could be skipped by using something else, by doing something else.But the question is why did he do it?To make mad and crazy the daughter of his ladylove??

~ Deyth Banger

Sometimes I just want to gone from the internet to become invisible, but still I don't do anything. Sometimes I do something on the facebook or other social networks and I don't want to go and see the consequences, but why???

~ Deyth Banger

I explored because I was feeling really crappy, and I wanted to know why

~ Steven Magee

YThat perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over and over. Why? Me with my arms outstretched, feet in first position. The chromosome half of us don't have. Second to last in the alphabet: almost there. Coupled with an L, let's make an adverb. A modest X, legs closed. Y or N? Yes, of course. Upside-down peace sign. Little bird tracks in the sand.Y, a Greet letter, joined the Latin alphabet after the Romans conquered Greece in the first century -- a double agent: consonant and vowel. No one used adverbs before then, and no one was happy.

~ Marjorie Celona