King Lear Act Three Quotes & Sayings

The backslider likes the preaching that wouldn't hit the side of a house, while the real disciple is delighted when the truth brings him to his knees. — Billy Sunday

Sometimes I think, sometimes I am . — Paul Valery

Look at the stupid, poor people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people, look at their dead baby. It's death porn for the masses. — Laurie Halse Anderson

I like owning dirt. You know, I spent a lot of time broke when I moved to California. So deep in my soul is still this idea of being unemployed. To me, owning land means you could sell it at some point and have money. — George Clooney

My major goal is to take my bathrobe off before the kids get home from school. — Matthew Weiner

There are portions of the sovereign people who spend most of their spare time and spare money on motoring and comparing motor cars, on bridge-whist and post-mortems, on moving pictures and potboilers, talking always to the same people with minute variations on the same old themes. They cannot really be said to suffer from censorship, or secrecy, the high cost or the difficulty of communication. They suffer from anemia, from lack of appetite and curiosity for the human scene. Theirs is no problem of access to the world outside. Worlds of interest are waiting for them to explore, and they do not enter. — Walter Lippmann

Weak in order to love,
strong in order to protect,
both in order to stay
at your side. — Yana Toboso

What's the world's greatest lie? ... It's this: that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what's happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. — Paulo Coelho

Nothing stays forever, nobody does rather. All the things, people will leave you one fine day and you'll be a wanderer in solitude again. You'll moan again silently through the process of decaying. All your richness or poorness
was never really of worth.
When you were born, you were dead, respiring to cease. You're a trader, exchanging everything! — Nupur Walia

We are still groping perhaps, but we grope intelligently, like a gynecologist feeling a tumor. — Vladimir Nabokov