A word is dead when it is said. Some say. I say it just, begins to live that day.

I want to build you a house with my bare hands and carry you over the threshold. I want too cook for you every evening and bring you tea in bed in the mornings. I want to read with you in front of an open fire, sipping a glass of wine. I want to drive you to the beach and lie next to you in the sun. I may not be a man of means, bit I want to take care of you as best I can.

Catherine Sanderson

I'm in trouble because I'm normal and slightly arrogant. A lot of people don't like themselves and I happen to be totally in love with myself.

Mike Tyson

The order of the world is always right -- such is the judgment of God. For God has departed, but he has left his judgment behind, the way the Cheshire Cat left his grin.

Jean Baudrillard

I love the feeling of creating pictures in someone's mind just by spelling out the right lyrical combination.

Billy Sherwood

There's no mystery to it. Nothing more complicated than learning lines and putting on a costume.

Morgan Freeman

People who didn't need people needed people around to know that they were the kind of people who didn't need people.

Terry Pratchett

Falsehoods which we spurn to-day Were the truths of long ago.

John Greenleaf Whittier

We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills we shall never surrender.

Winston Churchill

Gossiping and lying go hand in hand.

Proverb

Strange is our situation here on Earth. Each of us comes for a short visit, not knowing why, yet sometimes seeming to divine a purpose. From the standpoint of daily life, however, there is one thing we do know: that man is here for the sake of other men - above all for those upon whose smiles and well-being our own happiness depends.

Albert Einstein

With my songs I tried to prove that there is love.

Nana Mouskouri

As to Don Juan, confess that it is the sublime of that there sort of writing; it may be bawdy, but is it not good English? It may be profligate, but is it not life, is it not the thing? Could any man have written it who has not lived in the world? and tooled in a post-chaise? in a hackney coach? in a Gondola? against a wall? in a court carriage? in a vis a vis? on a table? and under it?

Lord (George Gordon) Byron