Quotes of the Week - July 15, 2008:
"You are my lord, you're my darling, you're my orgy, my charming
prince." -- Carla Bruni-Sarkozy's tribute to husband, Nicholas
Sarkozy, president of France.
"Barack, he's talking down to black people. I want to cut his nuts
off." -- Jesse Jackson, US Democrat and civil rights activist,
about his party's presidential candidate Barack Obama.
"Many things that happened in the jungle we have to leave in the
jungle." -- Former hostage Ingrid Betancourt, refuses to discuss
certain details about her six years of captivity in jungles of Colombia.
"Europe is a family of 27 nations, we can't leave anyone behind."
-- Nicolas Sarkozy, French President, urging European Parliament to
speed negotiations over Lisbon Treaty.
Authors:
Shakespeare - The Merchant of Venice Quotes, Famous Quotations
You
taught me first to beg; and now methinks
You teach me how a beggar should be answered. The Merchant of Venice, 4. 1
The
moon shines bright: in such a night as this,
When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees
And they did make no noise, in such a night
Troilus methinks mounted the Troyan walls
And sighed his soul toward the Grecian tents,
Where Cressid lay that night. The Merchant of Venice, 5. 1
In
such a night
Stood Dido with a willow in her hand
Upon the wild sea banks and waft her love
To come again to Carthage. The Merchant of Venice, 5. 1
How
sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here we will sit and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins.
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. The Merchant of Venice, 5. 1
I
am never merry when I hear sweet music. The Merchant of Venice, 5. 1
The
man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted. The Merchant of Venice, 5. 1
How
far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world. The Merchant of Venice, 5. 1
The
nightingale, if she should sing by day,
When every goose is cackling, would be thought
No better a musician than the wren.
How many things by season seasoned are
To their right praise and true perfection! The Merchant of Venice, 5. 1
This
night methinks is but the daylight sick. The Merchant of Venice, 5. 1
These
blessed candles of the night. The Merchant of Venice, 5. 1
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