Best 225 of Dear quotes - MyQuotes
Dear Artificer, I’ve blown my quanta and gone to the Good Place!
Things like, Brothers and sisters! Saving money! Setting the table! True love... ... I MEAN! Foods you don't like!
Mind the dead man, my dear.
A writer is dear and necessary for us only in the measure of which he reveals to us the inner workings of his very soul.
When gloaming treads the heels of day And birds sit cowering on the spray, Along the flowery hedge I stray, To meet mine ain dear somebody.
O lands! O all so dear to me - what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is.
Big Daddy Kane
There's no time for conversation dear, moan is all I want to hear.
What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. And a sentimentalist, my dear Darlington, is a man who sees an absurd value in everything, and doesn't know the market place of any single thing.
Dear Corrupt Corporate Controlled Government, We know when you are blatantly lying to us. Sincerely, Concerned Citizens.
Don't hold yourselves cheap, seeing that the creator of all things and of you estimates your value so high, so dear, that he pours out for you every day the most precious blood of his only-begotten Son.
My lodging is on the cold ground, And hard, very hard, is my fare, But that which grieves me more Is the coldness of my dear.
My dear old dog, most constant of all friends.
I feel in some ways I've had a difficult life. And it makes me the kind of writer I am, in what I value, what I respect, what I hold dear.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.
Dear beauteous death, the jewel of the just.
Treat yourself as if you were someone inexpressibly dear to you.
Many, affecting wit beyond their power, Have got to be a dear fool for an hour.
Yet still we hug the dear deceit.
Those alone are dear to Divinity who are hostile to injustice.
I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear. Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out.
It's true that I'm taking a break from writing a regular column to do other things but it's got nothing to do with what dear Simon has or has not written.
In the end, dear friend, it is always between us and God, not between us and them.
My dear fellow, who will let you?" "That's not the point. The point is, who will stop me?
Dear though the reader might be, I'd be silly to cater to what the reader wanted.
Oh dear,' said Eddie. 'We'd better hurry. Tinto, call me a cab.' All right,' said Tinto. 'You're a cab.
You are to make up your mind whether it is to be God or man. Whether you are to be free or a slave. Whether it is to be progress or stagnation. As long as man loves a phantom in the sky more than he loves his fellow man, there will never be peace upon this earth; so long as man worships a Tyrant as the "Fatherhood of God," there will never be a "Brotherhood of Man." You must make the choice, you must come to the decision. Is it to be God or Man? Churches or Homes—preparation for death or happiness for the living? If ever man needed an example of the benefit of the one against the other, he need but read the pages of history for proof of how religion retarded progress and provoked hatred among the children of men. When theology ruled the world, man was a slave. The people lived in huts and hovels. They were clad in rags and skins; they devoured crusts and gnawed bones; the priests wore garments of silk and satin; carried mitres of gold and precious stones, robbed the poor and lived upon the fat of the land! Here and there a brave man appeared to question their authority. These martyrs to intellectual emancipation slowly and painfully broke the spell of superstition and ushered in the Age of Reason and the Dawn of Science. Man became the only god that man can know. He no longer fell upon his knees in fear. He began to enjoy the fruits of his own labor. He discovered a way to relieve himself from the drudgery of continuous toil; he began to enjoy a few comforts of life—and for the first time upon this earth he found a few moments for happiness. It is far more important to learn how to live than to learn how to pray. A new day and a new era dawned for him. His labors produced enormous dividends. He looked at the sky for the first time and saw that it was blue! He searched the heavens and found no God. He no longer feared the manifestations of nature.
I don't need the money, dear. I work for art.
Wherever I fly from my own dear nest, I always come back, for home is the best.
William Butler Yeats
Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.
My dear girl. I am his family. I am permanent. You are only temporary.
The world, dear Agnes, is a strange affair.
If you hold yourself dear, protect yourself well.
A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.
The prospect of change is a many-fanged beast, my dear.
Well, you’re not exactly social, are you, Mandy Valems?” “Oh yeah, sure, because I’m just surrounded by genius to be social with in this day and age,” Mandy replied with razor-sharp sarcasm. “Hey, I don’t need anyone else! I’ve got you, you’re my friend, and you’ll be with me forever!” “…You won’t be with me forever, though…” said Alecto cynically. “I’m like a spider’s web; anyone who is friends with me gets dragged into my troubles and eventually dies.” “…Poetic, dear friend,” Mandy sighed, shaking her head. “Morbid, but poetic.
All you have to do is buy cheap and sell dear, act with thrift and shrewdness, and be persistent.
Experience is a dear teacher but he delivers th' goods.
Coal is not dear for the coal-miner who can use it there and then, nor is khadi dear for the villager who manufactures his own khadi.
A penny saved is twopence dear.
The others were only my wives. But you, my dear, will be my widow.
What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?
Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
All that a guru can tell you is: 'My dear Sir, you are quite mistaken about yourself. You are not the person you take yourself to be.'
Classic author moment, "Oh dear, did I kill that character or not?
Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other.
I make movies for teenage boys. Oh, dear, what a crime.
What is it?' Stephanie whispered. 'That, my dear Valkyrie, is what we call a monster.' She looked at Skulduggery. 'You don't know what it is, do you?' 'I told you what it is, it's a horrible monster. Now shut up before it comes over here and eats us.
Simply put, meta-writing is writing that is self-conscious, self-reflective, and aware of itself as an artifice. The writer is aware she's writing, and she's aware there's a reader, which goes all the way back to Montaigne's often-used address "dear reader," or his brief introduction to Essais: "To the Reader." It can be done in a myriad of ways.
We must for dear life make our own counter-realities.
It is a very vulnerable feeling to lose something very close to your heart or someone very dear to you.