Quotes of the Week - August 18, 2008:
"Eat, sleep and swim. That's all I can do." -- Olympic champion
Michael Phelps explains the secret of his success, a lot of eggs in
a 12,000 calories a day diet.
"The world just got a little less funny." -- George Clooney's
reaction to the death of his friend, comedian Bernie Mac, 50.
"This is not 1968 and the invasion of Czechoslovakia, where Russia
can invade its neighbor, occupy a capital, overthrow a government and
get away with it. Things have changed." -- Condoleezza Rice on
military clashes between Russia and Georgia.
"They are steeped in sin and, if eaten long enough for in quantity,
will almost certainly kill you." -- Actress Emma Thompson on the
scourge of potato crisps.
Authors:
Shakespeare - Twelfth Night Quotes, Famous Quotations
O
mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know. Twelfth Night, 2. 3
What
is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure. Twelfth Night, 2. 3
Am
I not consanguineous? am I not of her blood? Twelfth Night, 2. 3
He
does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. Twelfth Night, 2. 3
Is
there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you? Twelfth Night, 2. 3
Dost
thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more
cakes and ale? Twelfth Night, 2. 3
My
purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. Twelfth Night, 2. 3
I
was adored once too. Twelfth Night, 2. 3
Now,
good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night:
Methought it did relieve my passion much,
More than light airs and recollected terms
Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times. Twelfth Night, 2. 4
Let
still the woman take
An elder than herself: so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband's heart:
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,
Than women's are. Twelfth Night, 2. 4