Quotes of the Week - March 9, 2010:
"Young players, young boys, rich boys - this is the problem."
-- Fabio Capello the England soccer football manager, says money is
spoiling the game.
"I want you to know, Mrs Obama, that I'm your husband's No 1 fan.
And not just because he's a black man. He's mixed. And I wouldn't really
know what that looks like anyway." --Stevie Wonder greets Michelle
Obama, wife of US president.
"I've only been with two men my entire life. I've never even come
close to having a one-night stand." -- Actress Megan Fox says she
is no man-eater.
Authors:
Shakespeare - Love's Labour's Lost Quotes, Famous Quotations
He
hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath
not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink. Love's Labour's Lost, 4. 2
Old
Mantuan! old Mantuan! Who understandeth thee not, loves thee
not. Love's Labour's Lost, 4. 2
For
where is any author in the world
Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself. Love's Labour's Lost, 4. 3
But
love, first learnèd in a lady's eyes,
Lives not alone immurèd in the brain,
But, with the motion of all elements,
Courses as swift as thought in every power,
And gives to every power a double power,
Above their functions and their offices.
It adds a precious seeing to the eye;
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind;
A lover's ears will hear the lowest sound,
When the suspicious head of theft is stopped:
Love's feeling is more soft and sensible
Than are the tender horns of cockled snails:
Love's tongue proves dainty Baccus gross in taste.
For valour, is not love a Hercules,
Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair;
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Never durst poet touch a pen to write
Until his ink were tempered with Love's sighs. Love's Labour's Lost, 4. 3
From
women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain, and nourish all the world. Love's Labour's Lost, 4. 3
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the
scraps. Love's Labour's Lost, 5. 1
In
the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the
afternoon. Love's Labour's Lost, 5. 1