You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty!

Why, except as a means of livelihood, a man should desire to act on the stage when he has the whole world to act in, is not clear to me.

A long war almost always places nations in the wretched alternative of being abandoned to ruin by defeat or to despotism by success.

We sat together as a family for dinner at night. And my mother had a job. My dad had a job. But there was always a meal on the table at 6:00, you know.

Trisha Yearwood

Quotes by Trisha Yearwood

Written By Trisha Yearwood

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