Alas Quote by William Shakespeare Download Open image “Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!” — William Shakespeare ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.0 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Alas Friendless Hopeless
Men say, Without me, your life would be difficult! Fortunately for women, difficult is easy. — Christel Tait Copy Share Image
I am not a lonely person. I am happily married and not looking for companions on social media. — Anand Mahindra Copy Share Image
I fear you may become a lonely man, even in the company of others. — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
Review your description of the world, what it is to be a woman, and see how inadequate it is. — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
I'm lonely not because I've no friends, but because the lady I truly love is still far away. — Terry Mark Copy Share Image
I don't know what I would do in the world without [female friends] for advice, for comfort, for simply knowing that there is someone… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
I want no men around me who have not the knack of making friends. — Frank A. Vanderlip Copy Share Image
Lonely men seek companionship. Lonely women sit at home and wait. They never meet. — Abraham Lincoln Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We are all potentially such sick men. The sanest and best of us are of one clay with lunatics and prison-inmates. And whenever we feel this, such a sense of the vanity of our voluntary career comes over us, that all our morality appears but as a plaster hiding a sore it can never cure, and all our well-doing as… — William James Copy Share
Alas, you don't need monsters for monstrous deeds to be accomplished. — Zygmunt Bauman Copy Share Image
Time, time - that is our greatest master! Alas, like Ugolino, time devours its own children. — Hector Berlioz Copy Share Image
Removing prejudices is, alas! too often removing the boundary of a delightful near prospect in order to let in a shockingly extensive one. — Sir Fulke Greville Copy Share Image
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would… — Francis Pharcellus Church Copy Share
Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death. — Horace Copy Share Image
Sensible Catholics have for generations been ignoring the views on contraception held by reactionary old men in the Vatican, but alas, since it is… — A.C. Grayling Copy Share Image
In spite of the honestest efforts to annihilate my I-ity, or merge it in what the world doubtless considers my better half, I still… — Jane Welsh Carlyle Copy Share Image
The dumpling is indeed of more ancient institution, and of foreign origin; but alas, what were those dumplings? Nothing but a few lentils sodden… — John Arbuthnot Copy Share Image
Ideally a painter (and, generally, an artist) should not become conscious of his insights: without taking the detour through his reflective processes, and incomprehensibly to himself, all his progress should enter so swiftly into the work that he is unable to recognize them in the moment of transition. Alas, the artist who waits in ambush there, watching, detaining them, will… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share