Walke Quotes & Sayings

He that hath a head of waxe must not walke in the sunne.
[He that hath a head of wax must not walk in the sun.] — George Herbert

It's not that I haven't given it (turning pro) careful thought, it's just that I am torn as to which course I should take. There is no need to rush. I won't be consulting anybody about this and I will do things my own way. — Shizuka Arakawa

TAMBURLAINE. [to BAJAZETH] Soft sir, you must be dieted, too much eating will make you surfeit.
THERIDAMAS. So it would my lord, specially having so smal a walke, and so litle exercise. — Christopher Marlowe

The philosophy has always been pretty clean and straightforward which is if I see something that I like and I can see its value to the audience, its value to me, then I'm going to take my shot at it, regardless of the genre. — Dwayne Johnson

Chance and chance alone has a message for us. Everything that occurs out of necessity, everything expected, repeated day in and day out, is mute. Only chance can speak to us. — Milan Kundera

power is easier to obtain and harder to use or even to keep. — Moises Naim

Is it just or reasonable, that most voices against the main end of government should enslave the less number that would be free? more just it is, doubtless, if it come to force, that a less number compel a greater to retain, which can be no wrong to them, their liberty, than that a greater number, for the pleasure of their baseness, compel a less most injuriously to be their fellow-slaves. They who seek nothing but their own just liberty, have always right to win it and to keep it, whenever they have power, be the voices never so numerous that oppose it. — John Milton

I have discovered with advancing years that few things are entirely black or white, but more often different shades of grey. — Jeffrey Archer

I can speak French but I cannot understand it. — Mark Twain

Really, he could be anywhere now, because he wants to be nowhere. — David Levithan

My eyes moved over his face. His chiseled jaw and high cheekbones twisted in agony. Even writhing he was beautiful, muscles clenching and unclenching, revealing his strenght, his body's fight against its impending collapse, rendering his torture sublime. Desire to help him consumed me.
I can't watch him die. — Andrea Cremer

Our hearts beat so loud the neighbours think we're fucking when I'm just trying to find the nerve to touch your face. — Andrea Gibson

It was terrifying, the idea that we could fall asleep girls, minty breathed and nightgowned, and wake to find ourselves wolves. "I — Nina LaCour