Quotes About Fickleness

It's funny how, sometimes, one can be so convinced, so utterly certain, about something as entirely fickle as strong emotion

How often, when I have told you that all men are false and perjury alike, and grow tired of us as soon as ever they have had their wicked wills of us, how often have you sworn you would never forsake me?

I'll often get obsessed with something for about three days, and I'll be utterly into it, and I'll read every single thing about it possible. And then three days later, I'll just forget about it, and I'll be onto something else.

Once she had been indifferent and fickle, someone who enjoyed tempting, by a word or gesture, the boys who were in love with her, but without giving them anything, then giving herself impulsively, for no reason, once and only once, as a reward, but also to inflame them even more and render a passion she did not share even more cruel. She was sure that they loved her.

Two factors explain the individual's predicament. The first problem stems from the investment choices available to individuals. High costs and poor execution doom the vast majority of offerings. The second problem concerns responses by individuals to markets. Research shortcomings, rearview-mirror investing, and investor fickleness (in the face of both adversity and opportunity) cripple most investment programs.

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.

O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.

Ah, no jures por la luna, esa inconstante que cada mes cambia en su esfera, no sea que tu amor resulte tan variable.

Who can be wise, amazed, temp'rate, and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.

We that are true lovers run into strange capers. But as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

Let still woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart, For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner to be lost and warn, Than women's are.

World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.

Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here! Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, Than women's are. ... For women are as roses, whose fair flow'r Being once display'd doth fall that very hour. Viola: And so they are; alas, that they are so! To die, even when they to perfection grow!

was also writing of the love-hate relationship the public has with its heroes or celebrities. One moment they want your autograph, the next they're ready to shoot you. Some

La bondad era tibia y sin consistencia, olía a carne cruda guardada durante mucho tiempo.

Faeries make up for their inability to lie with a panoply of deceptions and cruelties. Twisted words, pranks, omissions, riddles, scandals, not to mention their revenges upon one another for ancient, half-remembered slights. Storms are less fickle than they are, seas less capricious.

The years that had passed had displayed vividly before our eyes the fickleness of human attitudes.

There is not so variable a thing in nature as a lady's head-dress.

It was clear to me that it wouldn't matter what I did - they would never truly appreciate me or learn what I had to offer. They were far beyond fickle - they were insensible, like kittens,predatory little things, distracted by the first bit of string or shiny bauble that rolled across the floor, and nothing I could ever say or do could possibly make any kind of dent in their willful ignorance.

A woman never thoroughly cares for her lover until he has ceased to care for her; and it is not until you have snapped your fingers in Fortune's face and turned on your heel that she begins to smile upon you.

Female beauties are as fickle in their faces as in their minds; though casualties should spare them, age brings in a necessity of decay.

people who thought he was God yesterday morning, did a 360-degree turn twelve hours later.