Lord Byron Quotes
A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a fools-cap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town.
Lord Byron
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The labor movement means just this: it is the last noble protest of the American people against the power of incorporated wealth.
Wendell Phillips
I dropped about 20 pounds in the blink of an eye. And then when you see it in the mirror, when all of a sudden you pull your eyes down, and the bottom of your eyes go yellow and jaundice sets in - then you know something's wrong.
Patrick Swayze
Chorus: We must look beneath every stone, lest it conceal some orator ready to sting us. (tr. O'Neill 1938, Perseus)
Aristophanes
I'm a big perfectionist! I'm trying to channel super-confident women like Alicia Keys, Mariah Carey and Beyonce, because I realized that if you want something, you really have to go for it, just like they do.
Ariana Grande
Bourbon does for me what the piece of cake did for Proust.
Walker Percy
It's fun to be liked, but when standing up for what you believe in, it's also very fun not to be liked.
Andrew Breitbart
[On being criticized for her serious expression:] I simply ache from smiling. Why are women expected to beam all the time? It's unfair. If a man looks solemn, it's automatically assumed he's a serious person, not a miserable one.
Queen Elizabeth II
Books such as 'The Rules' and 'He's Just Not That Into You' need to go out of the window.
Whitney Wolfe Herd
You meet every different kind of possible person from different ethnic and cultural background, and after you while, you realise it's all just people, isn't it?
Ben Miller
What you wear represents you to the world, especially now, when communication between people is so fast. Fashion is a universal language that everyone understands.
Miuccia Prada
The only thing that's authentic about what a writer writes is his work.
Bryce Courtenay
A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a fools-cap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town.
Lord Byron
