William Shakespeare Quotes
Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!
William Shakespeare
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The first job I ever had was at a pool-liner-manufacturing plant. Minimum wage was $4.25, and that's what I was making. It was this huge, hot, un-air-conditioned factory staffed with all women and me. This is in Georgia, during the summertime, so it was pretty ridiculous.
Jack McBrayer
It's really hard for me, every day, to confront my writing. It never gets easier over time.
Kate Christensen
The mistake of the West was to put the Sauds on the throne of Saudi Arabia and give them control of the world's oil fortune, which they then used to propagate Wahhabi Islam.
Salman Rushdie
Science without respect for human life is degrading to us all and reflects a hollow and deceptive philosophy, a philosophy that we as a people should never condone.
Nathan Deal
Dreams are not without meaning wherever thay may come from-from fantasy, from the elements, or from other inspiration.
Paracelsus
Broad-mindedness is related to tolerance; open-mindedness is the sibling of peace.
Salman Rushdie
I am freely able to express myself honestly to the public without trying to polish it over, trying to hide something. I'm just trying to be free with my expression.
Ziggy Marley
The enemy of liberal capitalism today is not so much socialism as nihilism.
Irving Kristol
You're always growing as a coach, and I am not done growing, and hopefully I'm not done winning.
Doc Rivers
I don't think that just because you go on stage you are an exhibitionist.
Alison Goldfrapp
We need the cops, especially in the black community.
Charles Barkley
Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!
William Shakespeare
