William Shakespeare Quotes
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.
William Shakespeare
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My father was a teacher, and there were teachers all around, his friends, they were working for the Government and their behaviour was within strictly limited areas.
C. L. R. James
Because I'm a designer, I'm quite good when I shop. I know what I'm looking for.
Ozwald Boateng
I could sell used battery acid and make it fly.
Dan Aykroyd
To love is to believe, to hope, to know; Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!
Edmund Waller
Too much negotiating and not enough work on the court – that's what happened to me during the lockout. Too much talking and not enough training. I couldn't put in my usual offseason work routine. I think that all caught up to me, with my Achilles problems.
Patrick Ewing
I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections, Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling, Or just after.
Wallace Stevens
When I'm on stage the savage in me is released. It's like going back to being a cave man. It takes me six hours to come down after a show.
Angus McKinnon Young
AC/DC
Our job is obvious: we need to get out of the way, shine a light, and empower a new generation to teach itself and to go further and faster than any generation ever has.
Seth Godin
My father, at the death of his father, was but six years of age, and he grew up literally without education. He removed from Kentucky to what is now Spencer County, Indiana, in my eighth year. We reached our new home about the time the State came into the Union. It was a wild region, with many bears and other wild animals still in the woods. There I grew up.
Abraham Lincoln
I'm the youngest of five boys.
Ace Young
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.
William Shakespeare