Geoffrey Chaucer Quotes
For which he wex a litel red for shame, Whan he the peple upon him herde cryen, That to beholde it was a noble game, How sobreliche he caste doun his yen. Criseyda gan al his chere aspyen, And let so softe it in her herte sinke That to herself she seyde, 'Who yaf me drinke?'
Geoffrey Chaucer
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There's not a Sunday that goes past that I'm not excited to play this game. I feel as if I'm a lucky individual to have the opportunity to play this game, and when I do have the opportunity to finally play, you can bet your last dollar I will be excited to play.
Cam Newton
Red carpets and dressing up are a part of work that I enjoy less than some people.
Sally Phillips
I was on some TV shows with Lady Gaga the other week, and you could see the difference in reaction between her fans and my fans outside. She comes out, and she looks like a star, and the reaction is just tears, crying, people going, 'Oh my God, Oh my God.' My fans are like: 'Alright, Ed.'
Ed Sheeran
A person's self-esteem has nothing to do with how she looks.
Halle Berry
If I had a robot friend, he or she would be electric.
Kat Dennings
I feel able to steal from Emily Dickinson because she's both wonderful and dead.
Mal Peet
The amounts of money in Silicon Valley are staggering.
Alec Berg
I love technology and I can handle myself around a computer.
Lucas Till
Well, for me it really wasn't a case of deciding to be an astronaut.
Duane G. Carey
If you go back and watch the original 'V,' you're like, 'Oh, I thought this was great. It kind of looks really cheesy.'
Alan Tudyk
I'm going to start these art museums that are basically converted homes, and I have one for modern art, and I have one for 19th century European art, and one for French impressionism. I've got Japanese.
Larry Ellison
For which he wex a litel red for shame, Whan he the peple upon him herde cryen, That to beholde it was a noble game, How sobreliche he caste doun his yen. Criseyda gan al his chere aspyen, And let so softe it in her herte sinke That to herself she seyde, 'Who yaf me drinke?'
Geoffrey Chaucer