A Quote by William Shakespeare

O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet fondly loves! — © William Shakespeare
O, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet fondly loves!
He who dallies is a dastard, He who doubts is damned.
A woman never tells you why she loves; she just tells you how she loves.
Cautious age suspects the flattering form, and only credits what experience tells.
He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
(a womanist) 3. Loves music. Loves dance. Loves the moon. Loves the Spirit. Loves love and food and roundness. Loves struggle. Loves the Folk. Loves herself. Regardless.
Silence tells the seeker in us to love, to love himself. It tells us it is wrong to hate ourselves because of our imperfections. When the seeker loves himself, loves the Divine within himself, he eventually realises the Ultimate Truth.
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Put me in the last fifteen minutes of a picture and I don't care what happened before. I don't even care if I was IN the rest of the damned thing - I'll take it in those fifteen minutes.
In societies that profess some respect for law, suspects are apprehended and brought to fair trial. I stress 'suspects.'
Oh, why should vows so fondly made, Be broken ere the morrow, To one who loves as never maid Loved in this world of sorrow?
It often occurs to me that we love most what makes us miserable. In my opinion the damned are damned because they enjoy being damned.
Every one tells me that I'm a pretty fast eater. I'll sit down to a dinner, and I'll finish in two minutes while everyone else will take 30 minutes.
Who ... what are they?" "My pride and glory," Alex said fondly. "Betty and Lucy Coltrane. Best damned bouncers in the business. Though of course I'd never tell them that. Fiercer than pit bulls and cheaper to run. Married to each other. They had a dog once, but they ate it.
A proof tells us where to concentrate our doubts.
Whoe'er he be That tells my faults, I hate him mortally.
Auguries of innocence "The emmet's inch and eagle's mile Make lame philosophy to smile. He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
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