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Death calls ye to the crowd of common men. ↗

— James Shirley

#common #crowd #death #men

The glories of our blood and state, Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings. Scepter and crown must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. ↗

— James Shirley

#armour #blood #crooked #crown #death

I think paranoia can be instructive in the right doses. Paranoia is a skill. ↗

— John Shirley

#i #i think #instructive #paranoia #right

The twentieth century has exhibited a barbarism and lack of respect for human life on a massive scale just about unknown before. ↗

— Ron Silver

#barbarism #before #century #exhibited #human

I am of opinion that it is highly requisite forthwith to pass a law, prohibiting upon great penalties all trade with our enemies, and more especially the supplying of them with arms, ammunition or provisions of any kind whatsoever. ↗

— William Shirley

#ammunition #any #arms #especially #great

We all know what happens to first ladies who shoot their mouths off. ↗

— Maria Shriver

#happens #know #ladies #mouths #off

Writing and singing does give me some kind of release from the demons of my past, it is a therapy of sorts, but to be honest, my marriage played a more important role in the acceptance of myself than performance has ever done. ↗

— Michelle Shocked

#demons #does #done #ever #give

Bing Crosby sings like all people think they sing in the shower. ↗

— Dinah Shore

#bing crosby #crosby #like #people #shower

My mom and dad are both in stand-up comedy, so that's where I started, that's where I got everything. My roots are holding the mic. ↗

— Pauly Shore

#comedy #dad #everything #got #holding

I am almost a hundred years old; waiting for the end, and thinking about the beginning. There are things I need to tell you, but would you listen if I told you how quickly time passes? I know you are unable to imagine this. Nevertheless, I can tell you that you will awake someday to find that your life has rushed by at a speed at once impossible and cruel. The most intense moments will seem to have occurred only yesterday and nothing will have erased the pain and pleasure, the impossible intensity of love and its dog-leaping happiness, the bleak blackness of passions unrequited, or unexpressed, or unresolved. ↗

— Meg Rosoff

#death #endings #life #love #passage