Oscar Wilde Quotes
We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.
Oscar Wilde
Quotes to Explore
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Home is where your rump rests.
Rachel Brosnahan
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What man is there, surrounded though he be with the love of wife and children, who does not retain a memory of the romantic affection of boys for each other? Having felt it, he could scarcely have forgotten it, and if he never felt it, he missed one of the most golden of the prizes of youth, unrecapturable in mature life.
E. F. Benson
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I'm confident and really optimistic.
Saku Koivu
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It's funny, because I have periods where I just kind of go dark. I don't tweet, I don't talk, I don't interview, and then I have times where I do.
Lance Armstrong
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I live in England, so I take a lot of trains, and you can't really go anywhere without somebody talking on their mobile phone behind you, forcing you to listen to their conversation. With the Internet, with texting, with networking sites, there's already information everywhere.
Patrick Ness
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When I'm filming, it's in the contract - 'No kiteboarding' - ha ha.
Maika Monroe
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If you end up falling in love with someone, it's because of them. If you end up hating someone, it's because of you.
Vincent Van Gogh
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What I do with my life is of my own doing. I live it the best way I can.
Frank Sinatra
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It's weird, I love acting and stand-up is a very unique, solitary thing where you are the writer, performer and director. But acting is incredibly rewarding, working and interacting with people to create funny moments. I can't imagine not doing acting or stand-up, I really enjoy both of them that much.
Jim Gaffigan
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Shame is such an intense emotion. It just can drive you.
Kyra Sedgwick
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I particularly loved the adjective bookish, which I found other people used about as often as ramrod or chum or teetotaler.
Rachel Cohn
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We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.
Oscar Wilde