captivating quotations from movies, television, literature and people - curated by actual geeks.
Frailty, thy name is woman!
Was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous palace!
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York,
And all the clouds that loured upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
A man I am cross’d with adversity.
Beatrice: I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight.