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- When I first started racing, my father said, "Win the race as slow as you can."
- Richard Petty
- Delete the adjectives and [you'll] have the facts.
- Harper Lee (1926 - )
- "Fearless" is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.
- Taylor Swift
- The cloud-capp'd towers,the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), The Tempest, Act IV, sc. 1
- Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no! it is an ever fixed mark. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Sonnet CXVI
- Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act I, sc. 1
- Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boist'rous, and it pricks like a thorn.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Romeo and Juliet, Act I, sc. 4
- The hind that would be mated by the lion must die for love.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), All's Well that Ends Well, Act I, sc. 1
- And ruin'd love when it is built anew,
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Sonnet CXIX
- When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes...
Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Sonnet XXIX
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