He stopped the flyers And by his rare example made the coward Turn terror into sport. As weeds before A vessel under sail, so men obeyed And fell below his stem. His sword, Death's stamp, Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot He was a thing of blood, whose every motion Was timed with dying cries. Alone he entered The mortal gate o' th' city, which he painted With shunless destiny; aidless came off And with a sudden reinforcement struck Corioles like a planet. Now all's his, When by and by the dim of war gan pierce His ready sense; then straight his doubled spirit Requickened what in flesh was fatigate, And to the battle came he, where he did Run reeking o'er the lives of men as if' Twere a perpetual spoil; and till we called Both field and city ours, he never stood To ease his breast with panting. William Shakespeare
Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.
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Nicholas Sparks
Life, he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.
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Nicholas Sparks
Deciding whether or not to trust a person is like deciding whether or not to climb a tree because you might get a wonderful view from the highest branch or you might simply get covered in sap and for this reason many people choose to...
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Lemony Snicket
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.
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Albert Einstein
Life is like an onion; you peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.
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Carl Sandburg
More Quotes By William Shakespeare
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man What is in a name? That which we call...
