“Too much I've seen, and felt, and lov'd in life, Living I come to seek Lethaean calm; Let me, fair scenes! forget all worldly strife, Oblivion solely is my bosom's balm.” FeltForgetToo MuchSceneFairsLet MeCalmStrifeWorldlyOblivionBosomsLife Living Author:Alphonse de Lamartine
“Governor Gray Davis has asked the California state Supreme Court to delay the October recall vote because he says that's not enough time to put on a fair election. Hey, let me tell you something. If we didn't need a fair election to pick the president of the United States, we don't need a fair election to pick the governor of California.” IfsNeedsStatesEnoughPresidentUnitedUnited StatesPicksFairsVoteLet MeElectionCourtSupremeHeyCaliforniaGrayGovernorsRecallsSupreme CourtDelayOctoberEnough TimeNot Enough Time Author:Jay Leno
“I'm one of the few reading and thinking people who loves Las Vegas for the vulgarity and omnipresence of the dream. The collective dream. There's something enormous about it. Let me say one thing: Las Vegas and cinema have similar roots. The country fair. The magician at the country fair. The vulgarity of the country fair.” PeopleThinkingCountryDreamReadingOne ThingFairsRootsLet MeEnormousCinemaCollectivesMagicianVegasLas VegasVulgarity Author:Werner Herzog
“I fear You and, yes, I love You: and yet I cannot believe. Why could You not let me believe, where so many believed? Or else, why could You not let me deride, as the remainder derided so noisily? O God, why could You not let me have faith? for You gave me no faith in anything, not even in nothingness. It was not fair.” BelieveLove YouFairsLet MeHave FaithNothingnessNot Fair Book:Between Dawn and Sunrise Source: Between Dawn and Sunrise
“It's like, 'You're not allowed to change. That's not fair. We like you like this.' But I don't. So let me expand and express myself.” Like YouFairsLet MeNot Fair Author:Joss Stone
“Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!” BlackWhitePoorShareSweetFlowerLoversThousandFairsLet MeBreathsLaysBonesStuckGravesThrownSighCorpsesMaidsCoffinsFly AwayShroudsTrue LoversCypressesTwelfth Night ImportantYew Author:William Shakespeare
“I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind, Am urged by your propinquity to find Your person fair, and feel a certain zest To bear your body's weight upon my breast; So subtly is the fume of life designed, To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind, And leave me once again undone, possessed. Think not for this, however, the poor treason Of my stout blood against my staggering brain, I shall remember you with love, or season My scorn with pity, - let me make it plain: I find this frenzy insufficient reason For conversation when we meet again.” ThinkingNeedsFeelsMindKindPersonsReasonBodyRememberCertainBornPoorBrainBloodBearsConversationFairsSeasonsWeightLet MeNotionCloudsYour BodyPityBreastsPossessedLeaving MeScornPulseUndoneTreasonRemember YouRemembers YouInsufficientFrenzyStaggeringZestStoutPropinquity Book:Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems Source: Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems
“Don't you even think of holding back, or I'll...I'll tell Spade you let me get away from you," she improvised. "And that I got mugged," she added for good measure. Cries of "Mon Dieu!" and "That's not fair!" echoed immediately from the two vampires. "I'm a crazy human female, you know I'll do it," Denise warned them” ThinkingKnowsHumansTwoCrazyCryFemaleFairsLet MeVampireGet AwayAway From YouNot FairSpadesHolding Back Author:Jeaniene Frost
“And I know I’ve lost. Everything is lost. Everything is over. “As the newly appointed President of this fair planet of ours,” the Mayor says, holding out his hands as if to show me the world for the first time,” let me be the very first to welcome you to its new capital city.” “Todd?” Viola whispers, her eyes closed. I hold her tightly to me. “I’m sorry,” I whisper to her. “I’m so sorry.” We’ve run right into a trap. We’ve run right off the end of the world. “Welcome,” says the Mayor,” to the New Prentisstown.” IfsKnowsWorldFirstsEndsShowsHandsEyeRunningLostPresidentCitiesPlanetsFirst TimeFairsLet MeSorryWelcomeTrapsHer EyesShow MeI'm SorryEnd Of The WorldMayorsLost EverythingViolaI'm So Sorry Author:Patrick Ness
“O let me lead her gently o'er the brook, Watch her half-smiling lips and downward look; O let me for one moment touch her wrist; Let me one moment to her breathing list; And as she leaves me, may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburne.” LooksMayMomentsEyeTurnsHalfWatchesFairsLet MeLipsListsBreathingLocksLeaving MeBrooksWristsEyes Looking Book:Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard Source: Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard