Cittern Quotes & Sayings

Not the rich viol, trump, cymbal, nor horn,
Guitar, nor cittern, nor the pining flute,
Are half so sweet as tender human words. — Bryan Procter

Sometimes something makes perfect sense, and then it's a complete mystery when you look at it the next day, — Dana Reinhardt

But I want to assure you, if it's your last day on earth, even after 2,000 years, I strongly suggest you go for the Versace leaf halter dress. — Richard Finney

Bent
like the branches of a tree
broken
like the pieces of my heart
cracked
like the seventeenth moon
shattered
like the glass in the window
the day we met — Kami Garcia

Recycle your pain, allow your pain to reach you to greatness ... — Eric Thomas

I've got six months to sort out the hackers, get the Japanese knotweed under control and find an acceptable form of narcissus. — Jasper Fforde

She was the death of me,
the beginning and the end.
And I never understood her,
for how could someone
So beautiful be the cause
of so much destruction
after all. — Robert M. Drake

Stay away from boys. They'll either throw rocks or look up your skirt. — Gillian Flynn

We've given Iraq six months and I don't think things are really working out, so we should probably bring our troops home. — Thomas Friedman

he did not reckon with the power that gold has upon which a dragon has long brooded, nor with dwarvish hearts. — J.R.R. Tolkien

I have had many occasions this year where I questioned and second-guessed my decision in a game, but it comes down to learning from mistakes and being accountable for what you did right or did wrong. — Don Mattingly

I'm not a kid!" she told Shane hotly. "I'm only, like, a year younger than Eve!"
"And girls are much more mature." Eve nodded wisely. "So you're about ten years older than Shane, then."
"Seriously," Claire insisted. "I'm not a kid!"
"Whatever you say, kid," Shane said blandly. "Cheer up. Just means you don't have to put up with me telling you how much sex I didn't get."
"I'm telling Michael," Eve warned.
"About how much sex I didn't get? Go ahead. — Rachel Caine

His genius, during his earlier manhood, was of that exclusively agricultural character which applies itself to the cultivation of wild oats. — Charles Dickens