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 - Sonnets, Poems - Quotes, Famous Quotations
When
lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard. Sonnet 12
Shall
I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sonnet 18
But
thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. Sonnet 18
As
an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite. Sonnet 23
O!
let my looks be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast. Sonnet 23
Haply
I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings. Sonnet 29
When
to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. Sonnet 30
Full
many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy. Sonnet
33
Roses
have thorns, and silver fountains mud:
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. Sonnet 35
What
is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Sonnet 53