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
Quotes to Explore
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
How you looked was not important. It was what you did and how you did it. Decide to do it and then do it the best way you can.
Nana Mouskouri
I really look up to Will Smith. He's internationally known, and people know him from everything. I don't know any kid who hasn't seen and liked Fresh Prince, or you'll like one of his movies or his music. He's perfect, and he's done everything. That's my dream: to be internationally known.
Keke Palmer
By 2025, we can expect the world to be completely digital. Paper books will be a thing of the past. Education will be delivered through analytics-based assessment tools and adaptive learning platforms.
Osman Rashid
At age 14, coming to the U.S., all I knew was American Ballet Theatre, Baryshnikov, Nureyev, and some of the European companies. I barely knew anything about Balanchine.
Carla Korbes
Divorces are made in Heaven.
Oscar Wilde
Embrace your past, but live for now.
Beyonce
Destiny's Child
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