Hamlet In The Golden Quotes & Sayings

Everyone who works in the domain of fiction is a bit crazy. The problem is to render this craziness interesting. — Francois Truffaut

When obedience is so impious, revolt is a necessity. — Pierre Corneille

All around us, people were cool. By association, so were we. — Liz Murray

Anyone serious about playing indoor, you should play outdoor. — Sean William Scott

They've really begun the war," he said to himself. "And all over a word in a dictionary, the ninnies! — Natalie Babbitt

Love is the best weapon. — Debasish Mridha

I mean, I always want everyone to kiss me, but I also don't want anyone to ever even think about trying any funny business because I swear to God I will yell and run. It's sort of hard to explain. — Katie Heaney

Anything that makes it easier to imagine trading places with someone else increases your moral consideration for that other person. — Steven Pinker

The Unexpected stalks a farm in big boots like a vagrant bent on havoc. Not every farmer is an inventor, but the good ones have the seeds of invention within them. Economy and efficiency move their relentless tinkering and yet the real motive often seems to be aesthetic. The mind that first designed a cutter bar is not far different from a mind that can take the intractable steel of an outsized sickle blade and make it hum in the end. The question is how to reduce the simplicity that constitutes a problem ("It's simple; it's broke.") to the greater simplicity that constitutes a solution. — Verlyn Klinkenborg

Nature has her proper interest; and he will know what it is, who believes and feels, that every thing has a life of its own, and that we are all one life. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I may not have the power to change the entire world, but I can change my own. Don't let the world get to you. Yours is yours, theirs is theirs, and yours is the one that matters most. — Elizabeth Clements

This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? — William Shakespeare

He was young, gorgeous, a Ruthledge, and just enough ruthlessness to put him on the right side of edgy. — Sylvia Day