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Will ye, ay or nay?Nay-- James Joyce
will-o'-the-wisp
Oy?" he asked. "Will you say goodbye?"
Oy looked at Roland, and for a moment the gunslinger wasn't sure he understood. Then the bumbler extended his neck and caressed the boy's cheek a last time with his tongue. "I, Ake," he said: Bye, Jake or I ache, it came to the same.
Whuppins were like kid taxes we paid with our behinds.
Here's a newsflash from the only High Preistess you have left at this dang school: Zoey isn't dead. And believe me, I know dead. I've been there, done that, and got the frickin' T-shirt. - Stevie Rae
What about Alys?" asked Wylan.
Again Kaz shrugged. "No one is going to believe that girl had anything to do with a financial scheme. Alys will sue for divorce and probably move back in with her parents. She'll cry for a week, sing for two, and then get over it. Maybe she'll marry a prince.
You're our chemist, Wylan," said Nina hopefully. "What do you think?"
Wylan shrugged. "Maybe. Not all poisons have an antidote."
Jesper snorted. "That's why we call him Wylan Van Sunshine.
Foxy, you made me blow a load in my jeans.
Like all male creatures Wimsey was a simple soul at bottom.
Wotan of Walhalla,
Feely had the knack of being able to screw one side of her face into a witchlike horror while keeping the other as sweet and demure as any maiden from Tennyson. It was perhaps, the one thing I envied her.
Crikey means gee whiz, wow!
The Macedonian Endeavour Channel was screening live coverage of the world series of the Who's Got the Stupidest Name (WGSN) competition. First prize had already gone to Brian Burdock, a French Algerian with a penchant for Longchamp.
I fink it is a femuw. A femuw of a winowcowus ... A a-stinct winocowus.
Rank, rump-fed harpy.
The Wyclef Jean music is eclectic music. Wyclef represents music -eclectic music. I've been doing this music since I was a child, and I said I will refuse for anyone to put me into a box.
You're too stupid to be craven," Pyp told him. "I am not," Grenn said. "Yes you are. If a bear attacked you in the woods, you'd be too stupid to run away.
Something is not right,' Weavyr announced. She crouched lower over one spot in the Wyrd and tugged, redirecting the threads. In the moments that followed, throughout the world, hearts were broken, brilliant careers were launched and dreams were dashed. A volleyball serve also went awry.
I love you, Lyrik West. And when I walk out that door, I promise you, it's going to hurt."
"But you are worth all the pain.
She had a short fuse this morning, because it was a day that ended with y, you see.
You little prick. It's a whelk ... it's a ... it's a ... dead whelk!
Our Welsh teacher thinks he is young. He tells us that the Welsh for skiving in town is 'mitchio yn y dre'.
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Claire mumbled into Bronwyn's lap, Tell us a story, Wyn. I'm scared and I don't like this at all and I think I'd like to hear a story instead.
Hy gododin catann hue Hud a lledrith mal wyddan Gaunce ae bellawn wen cabri Varigal don Fincayra Dravia, dravia Fincayra (Talking trees and walking stones, Giants aare the island's bones. While this land our dance still knows, Varigal crowns Fincayra. Live long, live long Fincayra.
Twelve-year-old Islay. Good stuff if you liked peat, smoke, earth, rain, despair, and the Atlantic Ocean, and who doesn't like that?
Miss Wyndham, when I first met you in London, I thought you the most intelligent and the strongest girl I had ever had the pleasure of meeting. She would never moon after some mopey, dark boy. She would look for the man that challenged her, amused her, and made her sparkle and enjoy life.
And I got myself a camel," Cordy finished with a smile.
Lex stared at her. "Why?"
"Duh, Lex, because I can .
I'm here. Soon I won't be. Zoey's baby is here. Its pulse tick-ticking. Soon it won't be. And when Zoey comes out of that room, having signed on the dotted line, she'll be different. She'll understand what I already know- that death surrounds us all.
And it tastes like metal between you teeth.
and then woe is you, Pauly. Woe to the max.
Let me spell my name out for you, it's Ricky:
R: Ravishing, I: Impress,
C: Courageous or Careless,
K: for the Kangols which I've got,
That I wear everyday and Y: Why not?
Hyt is not al golde that glareth.
Intelligence reports and local folklore together perpetuated tales of his bloody adventures across the rim worlds and badlands of Terran space. It was his trademark and often over the last two decades, history proclaimed in large bloody letters that 'Kilroy woz 'ere.
am Slinklebert Petrovius Mordechai Smythe, but everyone calls me Slinky, mainly because nobody can ever figure out how to say my name properly.
Lovely the woods, waters, meadows, combes, vales,
All the air things wear that build this world of Wales.
Swyft, a shameless lickspittle whose greatest accomplishment was marrying his equally chinless daughter to Ser Kevan, and thereby attaching himself to the Lannisters.
VASTY (As differentiated from "vast") Has approximately the same meaning as "biggy," "hugey," and "giganticky." Do not let anyone tell you these words are not words; all words are words.
JUST THINK OF THIS AS MY LITTLE GIFT TO YOU," says Owen Meany
I really liked Wynton when I first met him. He's still a nice young man, only confused.
Hymies." And "Hymietown.
Marky! Pull up your pants!
Hoorah, all things lycanthropic.
The attentions of Wilkie Mackenzie were a conquest, an aspiration, a dream. The fresh memory of all those women, batting their eyelashes coquettishly, it boiled in my veins. One in particular. And Wilkie looked almost amused, now that his own jealousy had eased. "Are you jealous, my love?
Hallsy is the type of person others describe as "wacky" and "kooky" which is just the civilized way of saying she's a nasty cunt.
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
I'm a proud Welshman.
Wylan looked as if he was ready to wet himself. Helvar appeared grim as always. Jesper just grinned and whispered, Well, we've managed to get ourselves locked into the most secure prison in the world. We're either geniuses or the dumbest sons of bitches to ever breathe air.
She just liked the name, because, for a five-foot-tall girl, pygmy tyrant sounded like a career. All
Very well. My name is WxrtHltl-jwlpklz," said the demon smugly.
"Where were you when the vowels were handed out? Behind the door?" said Nanny Ogg.
Wit: a whim followed by a wham.
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe, -
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.
What in the name of Voldy's pasty-white rear end was that?
Emily: YOU CAN'T SPEAK AND TYPE AT THE SAME TIME, BINDY!
Bindy: Watch me.
Don Jazzy and I have a past, I never dated Wizkid
What was the name of Pygmalion's sister?"
She blinked, twice, obviously surprised. "Ummm," she said, keeping her eyes on me. "I don't know."
Rogerson did," I told her. "Rogerson knew everything.
Samy was Samantha. She was wearing a white linen dress. She also had on hobbit feet, huge and extremely hairy ones.
Nesy. At last.
It has to be her. Who else can make Aydan smile? Make me smile.
So what's going on?" Livy asked after spitting out a bit more blood.
"Got a job for you."
"Will I be whoring?"
"Not this time. I'm sorry."
"You know how I love to whore," Livy stated with that flat tone that freaked people out, because no one ever knew whether she was joking or not.
Hermy-own-ninny.-- J.k. Rowling
I shall call him Tufty.
Liir held Chistery in his lap and sobbed into his scalp. Chistery said, "Well, we'll wail while woe'll wheel," and he cried along with Liir.
It will be in the key of delicious. - Bucky
THE ADVENTURE OF WISTERIA LODGE
Vortexy.
"Is that even a word?" I ask myself
"You're talking to yourself, so who the hell cares?" I reply
Wery weeny wight, plead for Morandmor! Notre Dame de la Ville, mercy of thy balmheartzyheat!
Sir Wystan," Ryla stated. "You have come. Is the danger quite near?"
"Not yet, little one, but it is always wise to be several steps ahead of it," the old knight said gently.
Boogey boogey boogey
You know nothing John Snow
the wildling Ygritte
Whelks are strange and comforting.
They have no notion of community life and they breed very quietly.
But they have a strong sense of personal dignity.
Even lying face down in a tray of vinegar there is something noble about a whelk.
Which cannot be said for everybody.
So young," said Wyman Manderly, "Though mayhaps this was a blessing. Had he lived he would've grown up to be a Frey.
My Little Pegasus pyjamas, the
Whiz Galliano whip whip the Armani In the drip drip lick lick like a lolly
Unca Jay!"
"How's it going Claire?"
She giggled. "Qwil aaaaawl wet now."
"I can see that. Where's your mama?"
"Gone, gone, gone," Claire sang. "Cwaire pway wid Qwil aaaawl day. Cwaire nebber gowin home.
It suddenly struck me that Dawsey is a lonesome person. I think it may be that he has always been lonely, but he didn't mind before, and now he minds.
Why, Yrael?" it said, as the last of the dark gave way to silver, and the shining sphere of metal sank slowly to the ground. "Why?"
"Life," said Yrael, who was more Mogget than it ever knew. "Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.
Link Wray is the all-time legend.
I love you, Ivey, and you got a name you gave yourself that means somethin' to you but I still want you to take mine.
The bisy larke, messager of day.
William is the most skilled protector that I have ever seen. He is the best." Determination began to swell inside of me.
"Then I will have to be better." Margo Westly
Professor Branestawm
Will you have a touch of ng-ka-py?"
"You mean the drink that tastes of good rotten apples?"
"Yes. I can talk better with it."
"Maybe I can listen better," said Samuel.
That's not who you are," Blythe said.
"Who am I?"
"My little wolf." She traced my jaw, the ridge of my knuckles. "All teeth and claws. Cunning, and fierce, and insatiable.
Lys," he whispered. "Do you know what's coming?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"And you know that I'll be with you until the end?
The Aly loafer is our modern take on the penny loafer with a subtle slit across the top. I wear loafers with everything these days- skinny jeans, long skirts and dresses.
Matty blinked. 'You're passing up whips for shopping?'
'You're bitching about shopping?' Rob countered.
'I feel so torn!' Matty pulled at his hair. 'Oh my god. You suck.
Well, Mrs. Charlie Wylde, I love you more than a fish loves the water.
You know what to do?"
"Wander around," I said. "Until I spot a self-assembled whangdoodle from the Foggy depths.
Wojtyla was a warrior, who did more to end the Soviet Union than even America.
Places: a cold, bleak, lonely day on the rim at Muley Point, Utah. And the heart-cracking loveliness of the blood-smeared, bitter, incomprehensible slaughterhouse of a world ...
You're not from around here, are you? Can't be. Why would we name it I-YOU-POO-Y? Really? Say the letters. I-U-P-U-I.
Without even thinking about it, she reached out for warmth, reached out for acceptance. She was hurt and as much as she tried to build up the wall of protection and never let anyone in again, Wharick had changed her building capabilities. Wharick had changed her heart.
This episode of my life is brought to you by the letters W, t, and F. I do not understand.
In the Old Peculiar language, the word ymbryne (pronounced imm-brinn) means "revolution" or "circuit.
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi
Good-bye, good-bye,' muttered Gwystyl. 'I hate to see you waste your time, not to mention your lives. But that's the way of it, I suppose. Here today, gone tomorrow, and what's anyone to do about it? Good-bye. I hope we meet again. But not soon. Good-bye.
Cough up a lung where I'm from marcy son, aint nothin nice
I wish the word whimsical wasn't used now.
The mystery of language was revealed to me. I knew then that 'W-A-T-E-R' meant the wonderful cool something that was flowing over my hand. That living word awakened my soul, gave it light, joy, set it free.
Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast?
Her. Belike for want of rain, which I could well beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.
I'm not supposed to be here, Xy.