Edmond Rostand Quotes
You strip from me the laurel and the rose!Take all! Despite you there is yet one thingI hold against you all, and when, tonight,I enter Christ's fair courts, and, lowly bowed,Sweep with doffed casque the heavens' threshold blue,One thing is left, that, void of stain or smutch,I bear away despite you … My panache.
Edmond Rostand
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I recently read an article on how I was dropped from a film because I couldn't dance! It was so ridiculous that I decided to shut up about it. Let people say what they want to. It's such a waste of time.
Kajal Aggarwal
If small things have the power to disturb you, then who you think you are is exactly that: small.
Eckhart Tolle
I have always been interested in politics. I was in the student union before, very active.
Abdullah Ahmad Badawi
One must always maintain one's connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it.
Gaston Bachelard
I don't like intellectuals, or, at least, people who call themselves that way, because I am under the impression that there is always something condescending in their demeanour, and I don't like condescending people.
Carine Roitfeld
People often ask me whether I believe in God. I haven't seen God. But I think that one's beliefs are one's God - and, in those terms, yes, God is there.
Kapil Dev
Our actions are the ground we walk on.
Mandy Patinkin
You want to be a country that creates food stamps? In which case, frankly, Obama is an enormous success - the most successful food stamp president in American history. Or do you want to be a country that creates jobs?
Newt Gingrich
The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.
William Shakespeare
Can you tell a plain man the road to heaven? Certainly, turn at once to the right, and then go straight forward.
William Wilberforce
The power which money gives is that of brute force; it is the power of the bludgeon and the bayonet.
William Cobbett
You strip from me the laurel and the rose!Take all! Despite you there is yet one thingI hold against you all, and when, tonight,I enter Christ's fair courts, and, lowly bowed,Sweep with doffed casque the heavens' threshold blue,One thing is left, that, void of stain or smutch,I bear away despite you … My panache.
Edmond Rostand