Quotes of the Week - May 5, 2008:
"I am so sorry. I had no idea." -- Elizabeth Fritzl, mother
of the girl kept prisoner in a basement in Austria by her father for 24
years.
"Some of the comments that Rev Wright has made offend me, and I understand
why they offend the American people. He does not speak for me. He does
not speak for the American people." -- Barack Obama on his old pastor.
"I am sure I had it. It's why men want to bonk everything that moves
." -- Singer Chris de Burgh explaining how a mid-life crisis made
him want to have sex with his children's nanny.
Hillary Clinton is talking tough. She said if Israel is ever attacked
by Iran, she would obliterate Iran. Although, she does admire the Iranians
for stoning adulterers. -- Chatshow host Jay Leno.
Authors:
Shakespeare - Twelfth Night Quotes, Famous Quotations
If
music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Twelfth Night, 1. 1
I
am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to
my wit. Twelfth Night, 1. 3
I
would I had bestowed that time in the tongues that I have in
fencing, dancing and bear-baiting. O! had I but followed the
arts! Twelfth Night, 1. 3
Is
it a world to hide virtues in? Twelfth Night, 1. 3
Thy
small pipe
Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound,
And all is semblative a woman's part. Twelfth Night, 1. 4
Many
a good hanging prevents a bad marriage. Twelfth Night, 1. 5
He
is very well-favoured and he speaks very shrewishly; one would
think his mother's milk were scarce out of him. Twelfth Night, 1. 5
'Tis
beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:
Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy. Twelfth Night, 1. 5
Make
me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal cantons of contemned love
And sing them loud even in the dead of night;
Halloo your name to the reverberate hills
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out 'Olivia!' O, You should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth,
But you should pity me! Twelfth Night, 1. 5
Not
to be a-bed after midnight is to be up betimes. Twelfth Night, 2. 3