I pick my favorite quotation and store them in my mind as ready armor, offensive or defensive, amid the struggle of this turbulent existence.
Give him strong drink until he wink, That's sinking in despair; An' liquor guid to fire his bluid, That's prest wi' grief an' care, There let him house and deep carouse, Wi' bumpers flowing o'er, Till he forgets his loves or debts, An' minds his griefs no
Ae fond kiss, and then we severA farewell, and then foreverDeep in heart wrung tears I'll pledge thee,Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,While the star of hope she leaves himMe, nae cheerful twinkle lights me,Dark despair around benights me.
Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!
The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip To hand the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honor grip, Let that aye be your border.
And there began a lang digression About the lords o' the creation.
But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven.
Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark!
The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy
Liberty 's in every blow! Let us do or die.
O would some power the giftie gie us to see ourselves as others see us.
Look abroad through Nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change.
The great Creator to revereMust sure become the creatureBut still the preaching cant forbear,And ev'n the rigid featureYet ne'er with wits profane to rangeBe complaisance extendedAn atheist laugh's a poor exchangeFor deity offended.
The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'menGang aft agley.
Suspense is worse than disappointment.
Suspense is worst than disappointment
Some have meat, and cannot eat, And some cannot eat that want it; But we have meat, and we can eat - And let the Lord be thanked.
Your lines, I maintain it, are poetry, and good poetry.... Friendship... had I been so blest as to have met with you in time, might have led me God of love only knows where.
Oh wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursel's as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, And foolish notion
Dare to be honest and fear no labor.
But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever
Oh, my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; Oh, my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune
Opera is where a guy gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.
I pick my favourite quotations and store them in my mind as ready armour, offensive or defensive, amid the struggle of this turbulent existence.
O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I