A Quote by William Shakespeare

The chameleon Love can feed on the air — © William Shakespeare
The chameleon Love can feed on the air
Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat.
The chameleon, who is said to feed upon nothing but air, has of all animals the nimblest tongue.
Chameleons feed on light and air: Poets food is love and fame.
?What color is a chameleon placed on a mirror? ... The chameleon responding to its own shifting image is an apt analog of the human world of fashion. Taken as a whole, what are fads but the response of a hive mind to its own reflection? In a 21st-century society wired into instantaneous networks, marketing is the mirror; the collective consumer is the chameleon.
Did you ever see a chameleon catch a fly? The chameleon gets behind the fly and remains motionless for some time, then he advances very slowly and gently, first putting forward one leg and then the other. At last, when well within reach, he darts his tongue and the fly disappears. England is the chameleon and I am that fly.
Ladies of Fashion starve their happiness to feed their vanity, and their love to feed their pride.
Love is an energy. You can feed it to people, and they in turn feed it to others, and eventually it comes back.
Acting is what I love. I love being the chameleon, and you can't do that if you have just one physical type.
?Drop the idea that attachment and love are one thing. They are enemies. It is attachment that destroys all love. If you feed, if you nourish attachment, love will be destroyed; If you feed and nourish love, attachment will fall away by itself. They are not one; they are two separate entities, and antagonistic to each other.
Love is all around you like the air and is the very breath of your being. But you cannot know it, feel its unfeeling touch, until you pause in your busy-ness, are still and poised and empty of your wanting and desiring. When at rest the air is easily offended and will flee even from the fanning of a leaf, as love flees from the first thought. But when the air or love moves of its own accord it is a hurricane that drives all before it.
I love cooking for the sake of understanding how people before me used to feed themselves, used to feed their families.
I'd really love to be a versatile, chameleon-like actress, stretching myself a bit.
I’d really love to be a versatile, chameleon-like actress, stretching myself a bit.
I hate to see the way journalism is devalued: We have to feed the machine; we have to feed the Trump outrage machine, to feed the anger against Trump, to feed the New York liberal anger.
I love life way too much and find fun in almost anything. I'm a chameleon.
Keep in mind, Mike Bloomberg's kids and grandkids are breathing that air just like the coalminers' families are breathing that air. And the coalminers are the ones that have the conflict. They want their jobs, I understand that. They need to be able to feed their families. They also have to worry about their health and the health of their families.
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