John Dryden Quotes
What flocks of critics hover here to-day,As vultures wait on armies for their prey,All gaping for the carcase of a play!With croaking notes they bode some dire event,And follow dying poets by the scent.
Quotes to Explore
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Nobody's life is a bed of roses. We all have crosses to bear, and we all just do our best. I would never claim to have the worst situation. There are many widows, and many people dying of AIDS, many people killed in Lebanon, people starving all over the planet. So we have to count our lucky stars.
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I am dying soon, and I am choosing to have fun today, tomorrow and every other day I have left.
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If I were dying, my last words would be: Have faith and pursue the unknown end.
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Do our children now have to choose between getting an education and dying? Some of us cannot move on and accept that kind of society.
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Even very young children need to be informed about dying. Explain the concept of death very carefully to your child. This will make threatening him with it much more effective.
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You can actually be bored stiff while you're dying.
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The ego being shattered is not what frightens me - that can be useful for writing - but the ego being inflated is sort of like it dying of gout.
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I don't know how to not have fun. I'm dying and I'm having fun, and I'm going to keep having fun every day I've got left.
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People always make a lot about how I don't carry grudges. That's my religious upbringing. I went nine years without missing Sunday school. Lutheran. I can't live with hatred inside of me. That's what I learned. I ain't scared of dying, either.
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I think we should look forward to death more than we do. Of course everybody hates to go to bed or miss anything, but dying is really the only chance we'll get to rest.
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I love music videos, I really do. I think it's kind of sad that it's a dying art form.
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I might be better able to help parents of dying children, but for quite a while I felt less able, too emotionally involved. And from that time on, I could rarely discuss the death of a child without tears welling up into my eyes.
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I was utterly miserable, and yet fearless as I had never been. I was carefree. It was like dying. It would be foolish to worry about anything while one died.
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I remember a Stephen Harper once upon a time... You've become what you used to oppose... Mr. Harper, what happened to you? What changed?
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Mother, mother There's too many of you crying. Brother, brother, brother There's far too many of you dying. You know we've got to find a way To bring some lovin' here today.
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I didn't get to masturbate this morning, and I've been dying to, so I've gotta go.
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There is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving. All of us, today, are dying of this misfortune. For violence and hatred dry up the heart itself; the long fight for justice exhausts the love that nevertheless gave birth to it.
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As a people we have become obsessed with Health. There is something fundamentally, radically unhealthy about all this. We do not seem to be seeking more exuberance in living as much as staving off failure, putting off dying. We have lost all confidence in the human body.
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Get busy living or get busy dying.
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We have a fair on our farm every year - a gymkhana and a dog show and a funfair and a heavy-horse show. It was my idea. Be careful what you wish for - it's a monster.
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Let's be very honest about what this is about. It's not about bashing Democrats, it's not about taxes, they have no idea what the Boston tea party was about, they don't know their history at all. This is about hating a black man in the White House. This is racism straight up.
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Never before have self-suffiency and education been so important, and they are virtually inseparable from survival.
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Some of the policy measures that are important are politically difficult if taken independent of actions by others in support of common goals. Joint actions are therefore needed, and establishing a G-11 with an effective role for the IMF provides the viable way forward.
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What flocks of critics hover here to-day,As vultures wait on armies for their prey,All gaping for the carcase of a play!With croaking notes they bode some dire event,And follow dying poets by the scent.
