William Shakespeare Quotes
These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.
William Shakespeare
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Summer is not obligatory. We can start an infernally hard jigsaw puzzle in June with the knowledge that, if there are enough rainy days, we may just finish it by Labor Day, but if not, there's no harm, no penalty. We may have better things to do.
Nancy Gibbs
It's a crazy world, so sports and athletics and music can be a form of escapism.
Eddie Vedder
Pearl Jam
I believe it's a woman's right to decide what she wants to wear and if a woman can go to the beach and wear nothing, then why can't she also wear everything?
Malala Yousafzai
The funny thing is that I'm the girl who no one sees at the beach. Ask anyone who's traveled with me. Normally, I'm in so many layers, I look like Lawrence of Arabia!
Vera Wang
I believe that the Greater Phoenix Area is a terrific sports market; it's a terrific hockey market.
Gary Bettman
I tried to play sports, which was a disaster and probably one of the reasons I ended up being an actress.
Haley Bennett
I think I have always been a hard worker in school and in sports and everything. Growing up, my parents encouraged me to do that from day one.
Grace Martine Tandon
If politicians in a state block education choice, it means those politicians do not support equal opportunity for all kids.
Betsy DeVos
I try to maintain a balance between having a vision of the world that many readers do not experience for themselves, trying to give them enough grounding in the world we are all familiar with, so they don't feel that they are completely lost in Faerie.
Elizabeth Hand
I don't like people being cautious and tentative and choosing their words carefully around me because I'm a dwarf.
Peter Dinklage
These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.
William Shakespeare