Quote by The Smiths Download Open image “Keats and Yeats are on your side, but you lose because Wilde is on mine.” — The Smiths ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.0 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare
I carry Yeats with me wherever I go. He's my constant companion. I always can find some comfort in Yeats no matter what the… — Linda Hamilton Copy Share Image
To you, W. B. Yeats, good praiser, wholesome dispraiser, heavy-handed judge, open-handed helper of us all, I offer a play of my plays for… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
I hate Yeats! A lot of his poems are not very good, but some are obviously okay. But how has he become this sort… — Sally Rooney Copy Share Image
“Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination. —OSCAR WILDE, Irish dramatist and novelist” — Timothy Ferriss Copy Share Image
I don't care who wins, I'll fight either one of them. As a matter of fact, I'll fight them both on the same night… — James Toney Copy Share Image
Play the move that forces the win in the simplest way. Leave the brilliancies to Alekhine, Keres and Tal. — Irving Chernev Copy Share Image
Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they! — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
“Which side is yours?” “They're both mine,” he answered mirthfully, having gotten a good bit of teasing over the years for his indiscriminate sprawling.… — Varian Krylov Copy Share Image
In matching your wits against yourself you take on the shrewdest and wiliest antagonist you can have, and consequently a victorious outcome in this… — Dorothea Brande Copy Share Image
I am on the side of the underdog except when I am on the side of the rich — Errol Flynn Copy Share Image
Has the world changed or have I changed? Some nine year old tough who peddles drugs. — The Smiths Copy Share Image
A crack on the head is what you get for not asking, and a crack on the head is what you get for asking. — The Smiths Copy Share Image
“And if a double-decker bus crashes into us. To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.” — The Smiths Copy Share Image
“Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep. I'm tired and I want to go to bed. SIng me to sleep, sing me to… — The Smiths Copy Share Image
He killed a policeman when he was thirteen, and somehow that really impressed me. — The Smiths Copy Share Image
You can kick me and you can punch me and you break my face, but you can't change the way that I feel cause… — The Smiths Copy Share Image
He comes sliding down the banister, the vicar in a tutu. He's not strange, he just wants to live his life this way. — The Smiths Copy Share Image
I broke into the palace with a sponge and a rusty spanner. She said, I know you and you cannot sing, I said that's… — The Smiths Copy Share Image
