Ungentle Shakespeare Quotes & Sayings

I smiled. "So this horse is your nephew, Sam?"
She glared at me. "Let's not go there."
"How did your dad father a horse?"
Blitzen coughed. "Actually, Loki was Sleipnir's mother."
"What
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"Let's definitely not go there," Sam warned. — Rick Riordan

Modern capitalism seeks to assure us that it operates according to the principles of free creativity, endless development and diversity. It glosses over its other side in order to hide the reality that millions of people are enslaved by an all-powerful and fantastically stable norm of production. We want to reveal this lie. — Nadezhda Tolokonnikova

Vivisection is a social evil because if it advances human knowledge, it does so at the expense of human character. — George Bernard Shaw

He is deformed, crooked, old and sere, Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere; Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Stigmatical in making, worse in mind. — William Shakespeare

The thing is, secrets are awful in lots of ways, but they almost never lie. — Kate Karyus Quinn

Life is a great surprise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one. — Vladimir Nabokov

A wit should be no more sincere than a woman constant. — William Congreve

I dreamed I was a single moment in a single day.
A note struck and vanished. A sounding. A reckoning. Gone. — Jeanette Winterson

I don't think I ever would have had a problem being vulnerable or introspective but the problem with drinking is it's very hard to zero in on one part. You're not dealing with anything in real time, you're constantly moving and constantly going. You're drinking to get away from things, things your dealing with. My wife might be calling me trying to argue and I don't wanna deal with it so I just go drink and by the time we talk again I'm so drunk I just don't care. I'll just deal with it however. — Ryan Montgomery

When we are in love with a woman we simply project on to her a state of our own soul; that consequently the important thing is not the worth of the women but the profundity of the state; and that the emotions which a perfectly ordinary girl arouses in us can enable us to bring to the surface of our consciousness some of the innermost parts of our being, more personal, more remote, more quintessential that any that might might be evoked by the pleasure we derive from the conversation of a great man or even from the admiring contemplation of his work. — Marcel Proust