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Teuntje Haarlemmerstraat Quotes By Herman Melville

Love was first begot by Mirth and Peace, in Eden, when the world was young. The man oppressed with cares, he can not love; the man of gloom finds not the god. So, as youth, for the most part, has no cares, and knows no gloom, therefore, ever since time did begin, youth belongs to love. Love may end in grief and age, and pain and need, and all other modes of human mournfulness; but love begins in joy. Love's first sigh is never breathed, till after love hath laughed. Love laughs first, and then sighs after. Love has not hands, but cymbals; Love's mouth is chambered like a bugle, and the instinctive breathings of his life breathe jubilee notes of joy! — Herman Melville

Teuntje Haarlemmerstraat Quotes By Carl Karcher

And for a very special group of people, we've provided their only job. I'm speaking of course of the disabled. They have stated they don't want a hand out just a hand. We are happy to give them one. — Carl Karcher

Teuntje Haarlemmerstraat Quotes By Johnny Depp

This dress code should be mandatory for most events. — Johnny Depp

Teuntje Haarlemmerstraat Quotes By John Green

God, we are so cool. And by cool, I mean retarded. — John Green

Teuntje Haarlemmerstraat Quotes By Mark McNairy

Bigger brands like Shinola are capitalizing on what all of us small companies did. Shinola is just totally fake. It's a corporate entity that's taking advantage of what everybody else has done. They say it's all about made in U.S., but one Wal-Mart hires more employees than their whole company. — Mark McNairy

Teuntje Haarlemmerstraat Quotes By William Shakespeare

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! It had a dying fall. O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. Enough, no more! — William Shakespeare