When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with foggyism. Satisfied, yet ever dissatisfied, settled, yet ever unsettled, they always enjoy the best of what is, are the first to find the best of what will be.
I have not slept one wink.
But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute.
I wish you well and so I take my leave, I Pray you know me when we meet again.
Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words.
We have some salt of our youth in us.
He that dies pays all debts.
So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him!
Come not within the measure of my wrath.
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie.
While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head.
Sarah Cornwell has a brilliant eye for the telling detail, and a wonderfully original way of embodying family history. I was captivated by her memorable characters and the perfectly paced revelations of their surprising relationships.
Amity Gaige has written a flawless book. It does not contain a single false note. Playful and inventive, SCHRODER movingly depicts the ways we confound our own hearts--how even with the best intentions, we fail to love those closest to us as well as we wish we could. Eric Schroder should take his place among the most charismatic and memorable characters in contemporary fiction, and Amity Gaige her place among the most talented and impressive writers working today.
The first river you paddle runs through the rest of your life. It bubbles up in pools and eddies to remind you who you are.
Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest: Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers: Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on my chest, And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers!
I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.
When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.
It was all love on my side, and all good comradeship and friendship on hers. When we parted she was a free woman, but I could never again be a free man.
Art distills sensation and embodies it with enhanced meaning in a memorable form - or else it is not art.
Winning or losing, it's always something special and something you'll remember, even more so when the match was as dramatic as it was today. It's even more memorable when I see my kids there with my wife and everything. That's what touched me the most, to be quite honest. The disappointment of the match itself went pretty quickly.
Combinations with a queen sacrifice are among the most striking and memorable.
I was fortunate enough to visit a lot of beautiful places around the world. The most astonishing and memorable experiences were my trips to Africa and Australia.
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