John Ford Short Quotes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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'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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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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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.

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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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