James Shirley Quotes
The glories of our blood and state, Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings. Scepter and crown must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
James Shirley
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It's probably an intellectual weakness, but I look at the stars, and I say, 'There's something bigger than us out there.'
Dan Brown
I only get angry at my brothers and at my father.
Malala Yousafzai
My whole career is just terror, from beginning to end. That's kind of my thing. A lot of happy accidents happened.
Patrick J. Adams
When men talk about war, the stories and terminology vary - it's this battle, these weapons, this terrain. But no matter where you go in the world, women use the same language to speak of war. They speak of fire, they speak of death, and they speak of starvation.
Abigail Disney
I have always been aware that you have to get people listening before you can change their minds. Any artist's big fear is being ignored, so if you get debate, that's great.
Damien Hirst
I'm not somebody who is genetically gifted when it comes to facial hair.
Daniel Bryan
I liked school and was a bit of an all-rounder academically, I struggled with music. I can't hold a note when singing and abandoned any notion of a career in music after barely scraping a pass in grade 2 piano.
Stephen Curry
Ambition has its disappointments to sour us, but never the good fortune to satisfy us.
Benjamin Franklin
Sometimes I do stuff where people say, 'Why did you do that?' And you know, it's very simple. I do it because I've never done it before.
Christoph Waltz
My mother wanted me to be a reader. She was a reader. Even though she had an 11th-grade education, she was curious about all kinds of things - archeology, anthropology.
Joe R. Lansdale
People are surprised to find out that an awful lot of people think that they're idiots.
Eric Schmidt
The glories of our blood and state, Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings. Scepter and crown must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
James Shirley
