Quote by Robert Burns Download Open image ““Critics! Appalled I ventured on the name. Those cutthroat bandits in the paths of fame.”” — Robert Burns ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.3 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“I had been getting sidetracked by the idea that an entire fearsome race of aliens had given themselves goofy names because of the names… — John Scalzi Copy Share Image
“A critic is someone who comes down off the mountain after the battle and shoots the wounded.” — Sander Vanocur Copy Share Image
“His silken words are lost on me. I don’t want to ascend. Could give a shit about their games or their ridiculous delusions of… — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
“I darted like a minnow through passers-by, in a most ungraceful fashion, constantly giving way to generals. officers of the Horse Guards and the… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“Let them see that their words can cut you and you’ll never be free of the mockery. If they want to give you a… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Oh my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; Oh my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd in the morning dews. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry? — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us!” — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn." [ Brigs of Ayr ]” — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
