John Ford Quotes

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Tell us, pray, what devil
This melancholy is, which can transform
Men into monsters.

John Ford
Whilst we strive To live most free, we're caught in our own toils.

John Ford
What is done, is done: Spend not the time in tears, but seek for justice.

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Brother, even by my mother's dust, I charge you,
Do not betray me to your mirth or hate.

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Sister, look ye,
How, by a new creation of my tailor's
I've shook off old mortality.

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View but her face, and in that little round,
You may observe a world of variety.

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I have spent
Many a silent night in sighs and groans,
Ran over all my thoughts, despised my fate,
Reasoned against the reasons of my love,
Done all that smoothed-cheek Virtue could advise,
But found all bootless: 'tis my destiny
That you must either love, or I must die.

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Love is the tyrant of the heart; it darkens
Reason, confounds discretion; deaf to Counsel
It runs a headlong course to desperate madness.

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There is a place,
List, daughter! in a black and hollow vault,
Where day is never seen; there shines no sun,
But flaming horror of consuming fires;
A lightless sulphur, choked with smoky fogs
Of an infected darkness; in this place
Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts
Of never-dying deaths.

John Ford
Remember
When we last gathered roses in the garden,
I found my wits; but truly you lost yours.

John Ford
Nice philosophy
May tolerate unlikely arguments,
But heaven admits no jest.

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Do not betray me to your mirth or hate;
Love me, or kill me, brother.

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Love is dead; let lovers' eyes
Locked in endless dreams
Th' extreme of all extremes
Ope no more, for now Love dies.

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The joys of marriage are the heaven on earth,
Life's paradise, great princess, the soul's quiet,
Sinews of concord, earthly immortality,
Eternity of pleasures; no restoratives
Like to a constant woman!

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There's not a hair
Sticks on my head but, like a leaden plummet,
It sinks me to the grave: I must creep thither;
The journey is not long.

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Peter Bogdanovich: I'm giving John Wayne a book as a birthday present.
John Ford: He's got a book.

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Why, I hold fate
Clasped in my fist, and could command the course
Of time's eternal motion, hadst thou been
One thought more steady than an ebbing sea.

John Ford
Oh, happy kings,
Whose thrones are raised in their subjects' hearts.

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I am, gay creature,
With pardon of your deities, a mushroom
On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then.

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Physicians are the cobblers, rather the botchers, of men's bodies; as the one patches our tattered clothes, so the other solders our diseased flesh.

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Let them fear bondage who are slaves to fear;
The sweetest freedom is an honest heart.

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A bachelor
May thrive by observation, on a little.
A single life's no burden: but to draw
In yokes is chargeable, and will require
A double maintenance.

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Fly hence, shadows, that do keep,
Watchful sorrows, charmed in sleep.

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Tempt not the stars, young man, thou canst not play
With the severity of fate.

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Green indiscretion, flattery of greatness,
Rawness of judgement, wilfulness in folly,
Thoughts vagrant as the wind, and as uncertain.

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He is a noble gentleman; withal
Happy in his endeavours: the general voice
Sounds him for courtesy, behaviour, language,
And every fair demeanour, an example:
Titles of honour add not to his worth;
Who is himself an honour to his title.

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I have never thought about what I was doing in terms of art, or "this is great," or "world-shaking," or anything like that. To me, it was always a job of work—which I enjoyed immensely—and that's it.

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Glories
Of human greatness are but pleasing dreams,
And shadows soon decaying.

John Ford
Melancholy
Is not, as you conceive, indisposition
Of body, but the mind's disease.

John Ford