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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Something is worth what somebody will pay for it. Nothing else, nothing more, nothing less.
P. J. O'Rourke
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I said (to Daniel Jones), 'You realise I'm always going to be The Guy From Savage Garden'. He said, 'How do you think I feel? I'm The Other One From Savage Garden!'
Darren Hayes
Savage Garden
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We're full all the time. And people do have good success and I think one of the programs at the center, the Continuing Care, helps them with their success. Because it's difficult the first year.
Betty Ford
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I've visited schools all across our state, and the message is clear. Our kids have needs today, and our educators need more resources to do their jobs.
Doug Ducey
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I love how complicated we are. We are complicated because of what we've had and lived.
Vicky Krieps
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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