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I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
Pity is a poison.
-Kunti
Beautee eneuch to mak a world to dote.
Did is a word of achievement,
Won't is a word of retreat,
Might is a word of bereavement,
Can't is a word of defeat,
Ought is a word of duty,
Try is a word each hour,
Will is a word of beauty,
Can is a word of power.
If it's DOA, bury it.
I have gone over to the dork side.
This sucks the hind teat.
Eke wonder last but nine deies never in toun.
Wi' basket oft shoo walks abroad To some poor lonely elf; To ivery one shoo knaws t' reight way At's poorer nor(2) herself. Shoo niverr speyks o' what shoo gives, Kind, gentle-hearted sowl; I' charity her hands find wark, Shoo's good alike to all.
I felt like a dork growing up so this is shocking.
There is no try. There is only do.-- John Green
It is not just do do do. It is not just be be be. It is do be do be do.-- Amit Goswami
Kiss my ass Rath Roiben Rye
Wer rastet, rostet - what rests, rusts.
In sooth I know not why I am so sad.
It wearies me, you say it wearies you;
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn; ...
Let me help. Rhymes with I love you, right?
Ye have ta ask me dat? Ye do na know dat ye are all dat madders ta me?
I used to love you very much.
Besyn larveth'is!
Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not,
I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world
To play with mammets and to tilt with lips:
We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns.
I love you still, that's the torment of it. Lestat I never loved. But you! The measure of my hatred is that love. They are the same! Do you know now how much I hate you!
Come what may, I have been blest.Blest-- Lord Byron
Weep I cannot;
But my heart bleeds.
Yo, bredren, we be the illest,' went my proclamation. 'We be the dopest,' Anand would follow. 'Our tunes are going to be good,' Nishant would finish with.
Pro medicina est dolor, dolorem qui necat."
"The pain that kills pain acts as medicine," Win translated.
"That would make sense only to a Roma," Amelia said, and Cam grinned.
Friendth, Romanth, countrymen, lend me your earsth.
Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in a tree; it will be growing, Jock, when ye 're sleeping.
Felds hath eyen, and wode have eres.
O the shame of it, the humiliating shame of being condescended to by dolts
At wuntz? What HE do?
What HE do? Who do?
Wuntz do hoo doo? How do he do hoo doo?
Once do who do? What? What!? To wit, WHAT.
Dorcas belonged, as I now realize, to that vast group of women (which may, indeed, include all women) who betray us - and to that special type who betray us not for some present rival but for their own pasts.
Akthent on thee latht thyllable.
A plague rides on the air here. The smell of rot! This is Doal's realm. Can't you feel it? The keep is doomed, don't you see? No, I will not pass through this gate. There is a disease in there I will not touch.
Love is spelt T.I.M.E.
Dorkdom isn't something you can choose. It's something you are. But instead of dividing the world up into dorkside and darkside, I've realised that we all have a little bit of dork inside us.
We are tired who follow after fantasy and truth that flies: You with only look and laughter stain our hearts with richest dyes.
Adore, v.t. To venerate expectantly.
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi
You may be wondering why there are words on my hands. That's because I'm a dork. And I'm gonna choose not to explain myself.
No care and no sorrow,
Non takuulam. I shall not serve.
I woan let you go back to that boy
not until you give me one bec doux." A sweet kiss. Then he reached forward, unlacing the ribbon from my hair.
"What are you doing?" I murmured.
"Souvenir." He put it in his pocket, and for some reason that struck me as the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.
Do or do not. There is no try. Only do.-- Frank Oz
Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drouned himsel amang the nappy.
But something's missing ( Aber etwas fehlt ).
I don't keer w'at you do wid me, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'so you don't fling me in dat brier-patch. Roas' me, Brer Fox' sezee, 'but don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.
Vain favour! coming, like most other favours long deferred and often wished for, too late!
Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but of your goodness, Dobby never knew.
Write Makes Might!
Oh you is a bad elf, Dobby!
Now gae your wa'sTho'anes as gude As ever happit flesh and blude, Yet part we maunthe case sae hard is, Amang the writers and the bardies That lang they'll brook the auld I trow, Or neibours cry,'Weel brook the new'.
De object wuz tuh git dere. So Ah got up on de high stool lak she told me, but Pheoby, Ah done nearly languished tuh death up dere.
Fhat thouding do're.
You should not have believ'd me, for virtue cannot so
inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I lov'd you not.
Mark you that and noat you wel.
Rune, made Anita "doolally in
Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful.
- Fair enough, dit Linus Brandell.
Entbehren sollst du - sollst entbehren. Thou shalt forego, shalt do without.
Bosh. I find a rival - but no, I won't flatter myself that Tecumseh Fox would consider himself a rival of Dol Bonner - I find an eminent detective in your apartment, and that alone is enough, without adding that he is concealed in your bedroom while I am discussing my business with you ...
Just tell me you don't love me, and I'll let the matter drop."
"What?"
"What I said. Just say, 'Rai, I don't love you and I never will'. It's that simple."
"Raisa, this is getting us nowhere."
"Say it!
I must do something or I shall wear my heart away ...
Shame is Prides cloke.
You have to do to be.-- Eric Rofes
Bad spellers of the world untie!
if I have aught it is gave from Thy Hand
Caterpillar dun' become butterfly-caterpillar die so butterfly can be. A new thing. We all must let ourselves die to be what we will be. But we cling to what we know.
My English is very bad.
Let this expiate!
In this respect you, unworthy companion of my sad life, resemble the public, to whom one must never present the delicate scents that only exasperate them, but instead give them only dung, chosen with care.
Dear is your heart and close your hand, I relinquish all to love's dysmorphic command.
Sir Swagger Douchington the Fuck
I don't do proud.
You are TSTL. I beg your pardon. Too stupid to live.
Thou art a votary to fond desire
I'm too tired to speak in English ...
Why, there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself Whether I in any just term am affin'd To love the Moor.
Let's carpe the hell out of this diem.
Now look what you made me do.
I'm bored, lalalallalalala OLLI OXEN SOMETHING!!
Mo Nighean donn," he whispered," mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart."
Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me. a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you.
Get out of my chair, dillhole!
Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done, the Dornishman's taken my life, But what does it matter, for all men must die, and I've tasted the Dornishman's wife!
Must this with farce and folly rack my
head unpunish'd ? that with sing-song,
Whine me dead?
Lat take a cat, and fostre him wel with milk, And tendre flesh, and make his couche of silk, And let him seen a mous go by the wal; Anon he weyveth milk, and flesh, and al, And every deyntee that is in that hous, Swich appetyt hath he to ete a mous.
Ah, sweet Content, where doth thine harbour hold.
Well that was sucktastic
I'm a Words With Friends dork!
Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy - Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!
I'm glad of it, that's one of your foolish extravagances, sending flowers and things to girls for whom you don't care two pins," continued Jo reprovingly. "Sensible girls for whom I do care whole papers of pins won't let me send them 'flowers and things', so what can I do? My feelings need a 'vent'.
Everything I wear is a do and everything else is a don't!
If you treat someone under your control like a dolt, he will react like a dolt; treat him like an animal, and he will respond like an animal; treat him as an object of contempt, and he will become filled with a self-contempt that must sooner or later erupt in rage, hate and violence.
Will you be my forever, Donia?
Tut, tut. We can't let mere sentiment intrude. This is Science.
You a stupid hoe
Stop making me fall in love with you
Love hath no pride.
Everything sacred is a tie, a fetter.
don't try, do -yoda
(or something like that)
It helps to read the sentence aloud.