William Drummond (Hawthornden) Quotes
My thoughts hold mortal strife, I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries, Peace to my soul to bring, Oft calls that prince which here doth monarchize; But he, grim-grinning king, Who caitiffs scorns and doth the blest surprise, Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb, Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.
William Drummond
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I appreciate cooperation with Turkey on many issues. We are grateful for the support we receive for E.U. and NATO integration for Montenegro.
Igor Luksic
Generally I can sleep any time, anywhere, any place, unless I'm anxious about work. I can get performance anxiety, so when I'm on tour it can be hard to sleep.
Natalie Imbruglia
When I worked at Microsoft, I got to go and visit a bunch of different companies. Probably a hundred different companies a year. You'd see all the different ways they'd work. The guys who did Ventura Publisher one day, and then United Airlines the next. You'd see the 12 guys in Texas doing Doom, and then you'd go see Aetna life insurance.
Gabe Newell
I'm one of those people if you ask, 'What's your favourite song?' I'm going to give you five. I don't have just one favourite.
Octavia Spencer
I really believe great actors, even with disease and age, can be great.
Olivier Martinez
I'm on this diet where you're supposed to eat only fish and meat.
Lasse Hallstrom
This is not the time to marry. My country is calling me. I have taken a vow to serve the country with my heart and soul.
Bhagat Singh
I'm a provincial. I live very much like a hermit: reading, listening to music, working in the cutting room, writing, commercial work - which doesn't take up that much time.
Orson Welles
My grandchildren will be making money from the stories I write and sell as eBooks because they will continue to be making money.
J. A. Konrath
As our acts vary, our habits will follow in their course.
Aristotle
It didn't dislocate but it's not looking good.
Ian Foster
My thoughts hold mortal strife, I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries, Peace to my soul to bring, Oft calls that prince which here doth monarchize; But he, grim-grinning king, Who caitiffs scorns and doth the blest surprise, Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb, Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.
William Drummond