William Shakespeare Quotes
Then was I as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it what you will, shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, and left me bare to weather.
William Shakespeare
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Often I look back and see that I had been many kinds of a fool-and that I had been happy in being this or that kind of fool.
Carl Sandburg
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Laura Prepon
From my point of view, I'm a totally normal person! Really! I have a family. I have kids. I have a house... I don't have a dog.
Vincent Cassel
The college years are when you sow all your wild oats and become a vampire. By 40, you've lived it up. At least, you hope.
Octavia Spencer
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Vance Joy
One thing you can't intend is how you will be read. I hear it said a lot that my books are about the 'search for identity', and this is said admiringly, as if I meant to encourage such a search.
Zadie Smith
And all at once I lost my breathAnd all at once was scared to deathFor all at once I owned the earth and sky.Now I've met Miss JonesWe'll keep on meeting till we die,Yes, Miss Jones and I.
Lorenz Hart
Some acts of faith, I believe, have the power to grant us something infinitely wiser than we imagine
Ursula Hegi
It's entirely possible that there won't be a standing ovation at the end of your journey. That's okay. At least you lived.
Seth Godin
A movie is so visually powerful, so overwhelming, that it tends to crowd out how you might have imagined things.
Yann Martel
I grow old on my bitterness.
Anne Sexton
Then was I as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it what you will, shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, and left me bare to weather.
William Shakespeare
