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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f0bc2a8 | Pluck up your hearts, since fate still rests our friend. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 4c0950a | What strange arts necessity finds out. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 4bd2db0 | Time passeth swift away;Our life is frail, and we may die to-day. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| ebfa396 | Our swords shall play the orators for us. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 2575ce0 | Accurst be he that first invented war. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 183e7f9 | Let Earth and Heaven his timeless death deplore,For both their worths shall equal him no more. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| dd14b07 | I count religion but a childish toy,And hold there is no sin but ignorance. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 6a19653 | Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| a308d86 | Things past recoveryAre hardly cured with exclamations. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 00b479f | ReligionHides many mischiefs from suspicion. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 98e6972 | So, march away; and let due praise be givenNeither to fate nor fortune, but to Heaven. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| e33c4b8 | My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns,Shall with their goat feet dance the antic hay. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 0b92be8 | What should a priest do with so fair a house?A prison may best beseem his holiness. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 29533d7 | My swelling heart for very anger breaks. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 60603d5 | And let these tears, distilling from mine eyes,Be proof of my grief and innocency. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 7c76640 | Che sera, sera:What will be, shall be. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 4cc19da | Pray for me! and what noise soever ye hear, come not unto me, for nothing can rescue me. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 3cbfaa6 | He that loves pleasure, must for pleasure fall. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 9e1ddc4 | A pleasant-smiling cheek, a speaking eye,A brow for love to banquet royally. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 790a717 | It lies not in our power to love or hate,For will in us is overruled by fate. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| b849b0c | Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| c72847d | All women are ambitious naturally. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 680a823 | Love always makes those eloquent that have it. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 01165a3 | Above our life we love a steadfast friend. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 2b7f3a9 | The work of a missionary is to put yourself out of the job. | Christopher Michael Cardone | ||
| c9c7229 | The point is, these [oil spill] accidents will happen. As we scientists say, shit happens. | Christopher Monckton | ||
| 350b02c | Great heroes have Great horniness. | Christopher Moore (author) | ||
| 283fdf9 | You think you know how this story is going to end, but you don't. Trust me, I was there. I know. | Christopher Moore (author) | ||
| 295451f | Moses should have said "Let my people go. Please." | Christopher Moore (author) | ||
| 663ff7d | When the oil of the lamp is used up the wanker shall light his own way to salvation. | Christopher Moore (author) | ||
| 5af1629 | Fornication with your daughters thats like a double dog sin. | Christopher Moore (author) | ||
| d5eb255 | Your mother eats fungus from the feet of lepers. | Christopher Moore (author) | ||
| 0f81296 | Sin is moist make a mental note. | Christopher Moore (author) | ||
| 2782e64 | Oh to be young and in love (with 8 Chinese concubines). | Christopher Moore (author) | ||
| 19310a4 | The Science you don't know looks like magic. | Christopher Moore (author) | ||
| 9f1ccb5 | Heinous fuckery most foul! | Christopher Moore (author) | ||
| ca63433 | Said I, in perfect fucking French. | Christopher Moore (author) | ||
| c15977a | And once I shagged Regan on a platter of pork in front of Muslims. | Christopher Moore (author) | ||
| 27fad3e | She's a bloody vision of loveliness. | Christopher Moore (author) | ||
| b45b8a4 | I shagged a ghost! | Christopher Moore (author) | ||
| ad82de7 | And so that is the story of how St. Rufus of Pipewrench was licked to death by marmots. | Christopher Moore (author) | ||
| 0106d89 | Fancy a spot of stony bonking before vespers? | Christopher Moore (author) | ||
| 5d39a84 | No-one can function properly without occasional peace and quiet. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 969ba30 | So tell me, is it true that men have ten toes, as is said? | Christopher Paolini |