William Shakespeare Quotes
Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
And after summer evermore succeeds
Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.
William Shakespeare
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For any couple, once you delve into the idea of non-monogamy, you're entering pretty frightening territory.
Zoe Lister-Jones
The French are a smallish, monkey-looking bunch and not dressed any better, on average, than the citizens of Baltimore.
P. J. O'Rourke
Vice is a creature of such hideous mien... that the more you see it the better you like it.
Finley Peter Dunne
Stand by your man. Give him two arms to cling to and something warm to come to.
Tammy Wynette
I was doing these music videos online for a couple years, and they'd be doing well to varying degrees. And I released an album, and with the album, I released three new music videos, and one of them was featured on Jezebel.
Rachel Bloom
Writing is writing, and stories are stories. Perhaps the only true genres are fiction and non-fiction. And even there, who can be sure?
Tanith Lee
Smaller markets teams, when you hit bottom, you hit with a thud.
Billy Beane
When someone is looking down, they're saying no. When they're looking up, they're looking to their brain for memory. When they look to the left, they're looking for a lie or something they memorized. When they look to the right, they're feeling sorry - they don't want to answer.
Duane Chapman
With a warm drink, in a rocking chair and family and friends around, I am working on finding peace and joy in the moments we have been given. It doesn't have to all make sense. I don't have all the answers.
Taya Kyle
I'm looking for the binding energy of a look a crop of reflections to be reaped in a winter of thorn when icebergs of illusion will melt to be served at high tea and the spaces between the poles pinned down
Nancy Peters
Without peace, there is no freedom, individual or national. War and hostilities are a form of slavery.
Klas Pontus Arnoldson
Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
And after summer evermore succeeds
Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.
William Shakespeare