Lord Byron Quotes
But beef is rare within these oxless isles; Goat's flesh there is, no doubt, and kid, and mutton; And, when a holiday upon them smiles, A joint upon their barbarous spits they put on.
Lord Byron
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The deal is that women have entered the workforce, but they have not been relieved of the domestic responsibilities.
Faye Wattleton
317 is a prime, not because we think so, or because our minds are shaped in one way rather than another, but because it is, because mathematical reality is built that way.
G. H. Hardy
'Anita,' he asked, 'are there really werewolves?''Yes,' she told him. 'Your werewolves are down there.'And that was right, he thought. The darkness of the mind, the bleakness of the thought, the shallowness of purpose. These were the werewolves of the world.
Clifford D. Simak
That's one of the things I loved about Pride: the first round was ten minutes.
Demetrious Johnson
I was so angry at God for taking my father from me that I marched up to my mother before the funeral and told her I was going to quit nursing school. I just wanted to stop living.
Bonnie Hunt
I'm a hard-mouthed northeastern lad. That's me - the Eminem of Northeast England.
Jamie Bell
Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.
William Shakespeare
You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato. There's more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!
Charles Dickens
There are occasions when I've had beef, but I generally tend to avoid it, as a nod towards my parents' culture.
Sanjeev Bhaskar
True perfection has to be imperfect. I know that sounds foolish, but it's true.
Noel Gallagher
Oasis
As soon as you externalize an idea you see facets of it that weren't clear when it was just floating around in your head.
Brian Eno
Roxy Music
But beef is rare within these oxless isles; Goat's flesh there is, no doubt, and kid, and mutton; And, when a holiday upon them smiles, A joint upon their barbarous spits they put on.
Lord Byron