O, from the ancient days always there have been travelers. So why should I grieve?
Why should I go into details, we have nothing that is not perishable except what our hearts and our intellects endows us with.
I've been embarrassing myself publicly for over 20 years. Why should I stop now?
Go, poor devil, get thee gone! Why should I hurt thee? This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me.
Bella: "Should I be afraid?" Edward: "Terrified."
Do I have to change my name, will it get me far? Should I lose some weight, am I gonna be a star?
Why should I ever get fed up talking about my father? He was a brilliant, colorful man who left us with thousands of memories. Most people remember his films, but I've got anecdotes and advice and episodes of real life tucked away inside my head.
Why should I worry, why should I care? And even when I cross that line, I got street savoire faire.
Once I was adviced never to trust a pretty face. Well, and what should I do when a meet a shithead?
I'm not going to / let a little thing like the world stand in my way. / Why should I? I understand it / as much as I understand penguins / and I still go to the zoo.
What language shall I borrow To thank Thee, dearest Friend, For this, Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end? O make me Thine forever, And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never Outlive my love for Thee.
Should I peel a cap or should I let him survive?
Should I pursue a path so twisted? Should I crawl defeated and gifted?
After all the work I've done, why should I suddenly be treated as a bona fide actress?
What I do is sometimes - at least in Germany - met with wounding campaigns. I always face the question: should I grow myself a thick skin and ignore it, or should I let myself be wounded? I've decided to be wounded, since, if I grew a thick skin, there are other things I wouldn't feel any more.
But why should I read what somebody else thinks of my life when I know the real story?
I don't hate work, composing is not work for me, it's my pleasure; it's my life. So why should I stop? If something is pleasurable and exciting and rewarding, why should one stop?
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