William Shakespeare Quotes
Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon: Be it lawful I take up what's cast away. Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect My love should kindle to inflamed respect. Thy dowerless daughter, king, thrown to my chance, Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France: Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy Can buy this unprized precious maid of me. Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind: Thou losest here, a better where to find.
William Shakespeare
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Rachel Cusk
Knitting not only relaxes me, it also brings a feeling of being at home.
Magdalena Neuner
It seems to me that unless you or someone very close to you has had a bad head injury, you really can't fathom it. You have no concept of what it is all about. It was so difficult for my whole family, not just me.
Barbara Mandrell
As a young child, I was never a crier. I never cried to get my way, or even when I was in pain.
Dan O'Brien
I love, personally, the experience of going to the theater, going to the cinema.
Ted Sarandos
I am a control freak. I will admit that freely.
J. Michael Straczynski
You know a good board when you see one.
Anne M. Mulcahy
You know how you can tell that you're getting really old? Nobody says the word 'death' around you anymore.
M. Emmet Walsh
Whatever is not commonly seen is condemned as alien.
Iris Chang
It's a volatile time.
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Knowledge is power. The more knowledge, expertise, and connections you have, the easier it is for you to make a profit at the game of your choice.
Stuart Wilde
Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon: Be it lawful I take up what's cast away. Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect My love should kindle to inflamed respect. Thy dowerless daughter, king, thrown to my chance, Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France: Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy Can buy this unprized precious maid of me. Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind: Thou losest here, a better where to find.
William Shakespeare
