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William Shakespeare

"Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow."

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"Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow."

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Vera Miles

"Worry - a God, invisible but omnipotent. It steals the bloom from the cheek and lightness from the pulse; it takes away the appetite, and turns the hair gray."

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Vera Miles

"Discipline is needed in our temperance."

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Vera Miles

"It is not possible for civilization to flow backwards while there is youth in the world. Youth may be headstrong, but it will advance it allotted length."

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Vera Miles

"We're about moderation."

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Vera Miles

"You know, as long as you do everything in moderation, you don't go overboard, you don't, you know, turn your lips into guppy lips - I mean, a little zip or a little zap, that is not a big deal."

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Vera Miles

"I don't believe in using too much graphic violence, although I've done it. It's better to be suggestive and to allow the viewer to fill in the blanks in their minds."

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Vera Miles

"The wounds of love can only be healed by the one who made them."

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Vera Miles

"Never go to excess, but let moderation be your guide."

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Vera Miles

"Moderation is an ostentatious proof of our strength of character."

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"Muslim moderates, wherever they are, must be given every tool necessary to win a war of ideas with their co-religionists. Otherwise, we will have to win some very terrible wars in the future."

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William Shakespeare
"By this reckoning he is more a shrew than she."

Judgment

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William Shakespeare
"Taffeta phrases silken terms precise Three-piled hyperboles spruce affectation Figures pedantical."

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William Shakespeare
"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,And then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing."

Mortality

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William Shakespeare
"Love is not love which alters it when alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out, even to the edge of."

Romance

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William Shakespeare
"Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty."

Mortality

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William Shakespeare
"What's gone and what's past help Should be past grief."

Healing

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William Shakespeare
"I like not fair terms and a villain's mind."

Mind

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William Shakespeare
"Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear."

Fear

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William Shakespeare
"I could a tale unfold whose lightest wordWould harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,Thy knotted and combined locks to part,And each particular hair to stand on endLike quills upon the fretful porpentine.But this eternal blazon must not beTo ears of flesh and blood.List, list, O list!"

Fear

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William Shakespeare
"Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death,The noise was high. Ha! No more moving?Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were 't good?I think she stirs again-No. What's best to do?If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife-My wife! my wife! what wife? I have no wife.Oh, insupportable! Oh, heavy hour!Methinks it should be now a huge eclipseOf sun and moon, and that th' affrighted globeShould yawn at alteration."

Fear

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