William Shakespeare Quotes
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
William Shakespeare
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Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.
D. H. Lawrence
I think in a play it's wise to just sit back and watch other actors and be able to shape it from the audience.
Zach Braff
The correct didactic analysis is one that does not in the least differ from the curative treatment. How, indeed, shall the future analyst learn the technique if he does not experience it just exactly as he is to apply it later?
Otto Rank
My father went to work every day, and it's my job to go to work, too. Some days will be good, some won't be so good, but I have to go to work.
Ted Danson
Nothing is ever for sure, but when something in love doesn't work from the beginning, it's never going to work. Don't push it.
Vanessa Paradis
As a result of 50 years of emancipation, feminine qualities were dying out or being transferred to the males. Pansies of both sexes were everywhere, not yet completely homosexual, but confused not knowing what they were. The result was a herd of unhappy sexual misfits... the women wanting to dominate and the men to be nannied.
Ian Fleming
I've been having these dinner parties at my house in L.A. for years that turn into charades parties. I'm so good at breaking stuff down into syllables and sounds. If I were to be doing anything else besides being an actor, I would be a professional charades player. I'm not sure if it exists, but if it didn't, I'll create it.
Wilson Bethel
I still have a lot to do, a lot to improve.
Rafael dos Anjos
I'm a conductor of revivals. The only minister in the whole package. Little Richard, the evangelist.
Little Richard
I hate being called spoilt. My life is ordinary.
Peaches Geldof
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
William Shakespeare