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
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
I was looking for what was coming from a man's soul and a man's conviction. I didn't care about his past. If it was innate and natural and felt good to him and it communicated.
Sam Phillips
It is not my duty as an historian to predict the future, only to observe and interpret the past. But its lesson is clear enough; we have lived too long out of contact with reality, and now the time has come to rebuild our lives.
Arthur C. Clarke
He who is a slave to his stomach seldom worships God.
Saadi
I'm very wary of news on television.
Val Kilmer
There is neither encouragement nor room in Bible religion for feeble desires, listless efforts, lazy attitudes; all must be strenuous, urgent, ardent. Flamed desires, impassioned, unwearied insistence delight heaven. God would have His children incorrigibly in earnest and persistently bold in their efforts. Heaven is too busy to listen to half-hearted prayers or to respond to pop-calls. Our whole being must be in our praying.
Edward McKendree Bounds
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