- aids, jay. billions of them. -sarah silverman
- andy: "just be yourself" edie: "well, which one?"
- To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown killed my dad. -Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey
- what's agitating about solitude is the inner voice telling you that you should be mated to somebody, that solitude is a mistake. the inner voice doesn't care about who you find. it just keeps pestering you, tormenting you -- if you happen to be me -- with homecoming queens first, then girls next door, and finally anybody who might be pleased to see you now and then at the dinner table and in bed on occasion. you look up from reading the newspaper and realize that no one loves you, and no one burns for you. the workings of nature are mysterious, but they do account for a certain amount of despair among single persons, the irrelevance you sometimes feel. -bradley w. smith - the feast of love.
- "there are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea." -henry james, from 'portrait of a lady'
- wert thou not my father, i would have called thee unwise. -haemon
- summer romances end for all kinds of reasons. but, when all is said and done, they have one thing in common: they are shooting stars; a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash, they're gone.
- one thousand years from now there'll be no guys and no girls, just wankers. sounds great to me. -trainspotting
- d0nt h8t the pla uh, h8 th' gay-m -nicodemus
- when God created time, he made enough of it. -celtic saying
- she hardly knew how to suppose she could be an object of admiration to so great a man. -pride & prejudice, on elizabeth and darcy
- i cannot bear to think he is alive in the world and thinking ill of me. -elizabeth, of darcy
- in vain i have struggled. it will not do. my feelings will not be repressed. you must allow me to tell you how ardently i admire and love you. -darcy, to elizabeth
- 'leave it to the ents!' said treebeard. 'we shall search the valley from head to foot and peer under every pebble. trees are coming back to live here, old trees, wild trees. the watchwood we will call it. not a squirrel will go here, but i shall know of it. leave it to ents! until seven times the years in which he tormented us have passed, we shall not tire of watching him.' -treebeard, on saruman.
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