A peevish self-willed harlotry it is.*She’s a stubborn little brat.*

Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

My only love sprung from my only hate.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.

These violent delights have violent ends.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

Parting is such sweet sorrow

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

The hell in your soul will always find heaven in mine.

A few minutes after he arrived, Lee was talking to a group of astronomers eager to learn what news he could bring them, for there are few natural philosophers as frustrated as astronomers in a fog.

We are what we are at this moment and no more.

we all have too many wheels, screws and valves to judge each other on first impressions or one or two pointers. I don't understand you, you don't understand me and we don't understand ourselves.

If we only understood that when we devote our lives to the glory of God, our existence on planet earth will leave marks---eternal marks.

One of the most important things a gardener does is look. The rewards are immeasurable.

Fasting (is) for the maintainance and firmness of your sincerity.

At this point, I wouldn't be able to digest meat, and I don't like eating things with faces.

It wasn't like, 'I'ma lose weight and start doing dramas.' I wanted to be healthier, and that was the impetus for wanting to lose weight - it's just about being healthy and feeling good.

Bakery air is that steaming hot front of thick, buttery fumes waiting for you just inside the door of a bakery. And I am just going to tell you straight up: That is some fine air!