William Shakespeare Quotes
GLOUCESTER: Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty and so many my defects, As I had rather hide me from my greatness, Being a bark to brook no mighty sea, Than in my greatness covet to be hid, And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. But God be thanked. . . .
William Shakespeare
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Never explain, never complain.
Wallis Simpson
I grew up in a very strong, nuclear family. My father was a sportsman. He represented South Africa in a couple of sports, so he was a very positive person and someone who encouraged you to be your best and give your best with everything that you do.
Gail Kelly
The talk shows in the States want celebrities, not authors. In France, it is different; writers are called upon to comment on everything. They have a very public role there.
Edmund White
E-mails, phone calls, Web sites, videos. They're still all letters, basically, and they've come to outnumber old-fashioned conversations. They are the conversation now.
Walter Kirn
Fear of death has never played a large part in my consciousness – perhaps unimaginative of me.
A. N. Wilson
I write about heartbreak because I like writing about sad things, but I'm writing happy songs, too!
Jackie Evancho
The imagination imitates. It is the critical spirit that creates.
Oscar Wilde
Love is a great spirit. Everything spiritual is in between god and mortal.
Plato
It's hard for me to judge my own films as an artist sometimes. But as an artist, I did feel a fulfillment working on them, you know?
Forest Whitaker
Over-excitement and boredom are states of mind which I equally shun.
E. V. Knox
Every day, I wake up determined to deliver a better life for the people all across this nation that have been neglected, ignored, and abandoned. I have visited the laid-off factory workers and the communities crushed by our horrible and unfair trade deals. These are the forgotten men and women of our country.
Donald Trump
GLOUCESTER: Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty and so many my defects, As I had rather hide me from my greatness, Being a bark to brook no mighty sea, Than in my greatness covet to be hid, And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. But God be thanked. . . .
William Shakespeare