Lord Byron Quotes
When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past-For years fleet away with the wings of the dove- The dearest remembrance will still be the last,Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.
Lord Byron
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The successful man will profit from his mistakes and try again in a different way.
Dale Carnegie
In Hollywood, the women are all peaches. It makes one long for an apple occasionally.
W. Somerset Maugham
One hates to be absolute, but in my view, there is no such thing as humane meat.
Ingrid Newkirk
Yeah, I like to have fun - I think that's a good way to live. I think you're better at your job if you like it.
Garret Dillahunt
I want to write my own stuff, and, you know, it would be nice to put myself in it. But I would like to hope that there are going to be better roles offered as well and that I don't need to do everything. You know, like, I appreciate my career being somewhat DIY, but it would be nice to get some help.
Hari Kondabolu
In theatre, there's no time for a proper meal.
Tamsin Greig
Oh, go in anywhere Colonel, go in anywhere. You'll find lovely fighting all along the line.
Philip Kearny
Now that Ronald Reagan's place in history is secure, liberals are trying to remake him. A pernicious myth is that Reagan and Tip O'Neill were great friends.
Craig Shirley
One of the problems we've had is that the ICT curriculum in the past has been written for a subject that is changing all the time. I think that what we should have is computer science in the future - and how it fits in to the curriculum is something we need to be talking to scientists, to experts in coding and to young people about.
Michael Gove
The thing about impressing your girlfriend is that when you do something like a private island in Fiji, it's all downhill from that point.
Kevin Hart
I've had cancer four times. But you know, God has blessed me, and I feel so honored and so privileged in the blessings of life.
Jon Huntsman, Sr.
When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past-For years fleet away with the wings of the dove- The dearest remembrance will still be the last,Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.
Lord Byron