William Shakespeare Quotes
Thy tongue
Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,
Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
With ravishing division, to her lute.
William Shakespeare
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True love bears all, endures all and triumphs!
Dada Vaswani
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I love to walk through the streets of Jesus Maria and Pueblo Libre. The Spanish colonial buildings are in bright colors, two stories high, with these intricate wooden, windowed balconies.
Daniel Alarcon
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Where I come from, if you weren't a drag queen or a radical thinker or a performance artist of some kind, you were the weirdo.
iO Tillett Wright
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My life, my family and my friends are back in the U.K., so ideally I would love the kind of career that is split between London and New York.
Samuel Barnett
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When I was growing up, I was teased for being too skinny. I went to summer camp when I was 11. I wore shorts, and the nurse said to me, in front of all my friends, that I was anorexic and that she had to monitor me to make sure I was eating. Because of that trauma, I never wore short pants or short skirts until I was 20.
Hani Furstenberg
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All mankind love a lover.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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If politicians in a state block education choice, it means those politicians do not support equal opportunity for all kids.
Betsy DeVos
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If you build an army of 100 lions and their leader is a dog, in any fight, the lions will die like a dog. But if you build an army of 100 dogs and their leader is a lion, all dogs will fight as a lion.
Napoleon Bonaparte
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Sometimes in stand-up, you want that late-night set where you get that five minutes, then you want a half-hour special, and then the crown, if you will, is an HBO special.
Phoebe Robinson
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Hairdressers don't judge you. They pretty much accept everything because they've heard everything. They're on your side, like a cheerleader, and there's no competition. They don't want to be you, and you don't want to be them.
Jennifer Flavin
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Thy tongue
Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,
Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
With ravishing division, to her lute.
William Shakespeare
