Comforeth Quotes & Sayings

To breathe Paris is to preserve one's soul. — Victor Hugo

When it comes to the application to life of existing laws and morals, woman, because of her willing receptiveness, her elasticity and adaptability combined with her power of tenacious retention, has exerted an influence, the value of which is too vast to be measured. — Ellen Key

I used to get nervous, you know if my parents would come watch. And then I would get nervous if my friends came and watched. Today it's not a problem anymore actually, because now I enjoy it. I see that they, you know, respect me immensely, and I try to put on a good show and show that I can still play very good tennis. — Roger Federer

Once again Toll-by-Night had burst out of its captivity, like a monstrous jack from an innocent-looking box. And this time Mosca was a part of it. — Frances Hardinge

Hello ... 911? I'd like to report a robbery, looks like Trish and Tomko stole the show! — Trish Stratus

Love comforeth like sunshine after rain,
But Lust's effect is tempest after sun.
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain;
Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done.
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies;
Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies. — William Shakespeare

If cynicism and love lie at opposite ends of a spectrum, do we not sometimes fall in love in order to escape the debilitating cynicism to which we are prone? Is there not in every coup de foudre a certain willful exaggeration of the qualities of the beloved, an exaggeration which distracts us from our habitual pessimism and focuses our energies on someone in whom we can believe in a way we have never believed in ourselves? — Alain De Botton

You don't think people would go on about my looks if I was No. 500 in the world instead of No.12, do you? Anyway, as I keep telling everyone, you can't blame me for looking like this on purpose. — Anna Kournikova

Every morning
I wake up with the news
of bloodshed.
I feel my body,
desperate to know whether
I'm still alive. — Suman Pokhrel

There is a whole range of melancholy: it begins with a smile and a landscape and ends with the clang of a broken bell in the soul — Emil Cioran

I always think that I have plenty of time for everything, and then the reality of it doesn't quite match up. — Kate Micucci