Top 100 Er Quotes
#1. They fell, but o'er their glorious grave Floats free the banner of the cause they died to save.
Francis Marion Crawford
#2. Give my regards to Broadway,
Remember me to Herald Square,
Tell all the gang at 42nd Street,
That I will soon be there;
Whisper of how I'm yearning
To mingle with the old time throng,
Give my regards to old Broadway,
And say that I'll be there e'er long.
George M. Cohan
#3. And I read the moral
A brave endeavour
To do thy duty, whate'er its worth,
Is better than life with love forever,
And love is the sweetest thing on earth.
James Jeffrey Roche
#4. A friend of mine in the ER told me that the animal consciousness is one of the here-and-now and that the human being can approximate it by drinking five martinis while soaking in a hot tub.
Thom Jones
#5. She who only finds her self-esteem
In others' admiration, begs an alms;
Depends on others for her daily food,
And is the very servant of her slaves;
Tho' oftentimes, in a fantastic hour,
O'er men she may a childish pow'r exert,
Which not ennobles but degrades her state.
Joanna Baillie
#6. There he is, tall, tanned, Italian, sophisticated. So what do you do?"
I said, "Er, leap on him and snog him within an inch of his life? Taking care not to strangle myself on his false beard, or disturb his banana.
Louise Rennison
#7. Women are not In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure the ne'er-touched vestal.
William Shakespeare
#9. I'm an ER doctor, period. I look at a problem with a certain lens: very action-oriented, very results-oriented.
Raul Ruiz
#10. Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's velvet head, That bends not as I tread.
John Milton
#11. Thou rising Sun! thou blue rejoicing Sky! Yea! every thing that is and will be free! Bear witness for me, whereso'er ye be, With what deep worship I have still adored The spirit of divinest Liberty.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
#12. Enough of self, that darling luscious theme,
O'er which philosophers in raptures dream;
Of which with seeming disregard they write
Then prizing most when most they seem to slight.
Charles Churchill
#13. Tis the most certain sign, the world's accurst That the best things corrupted, are the worst; 'Twas the corrupted Light of knowledge, hurl'd Sin, Death, and Ignorance o'er all the world; That Sun like this (from which our sight we have) Gaz'd on too long, resumes the light he gave.
John Denham
#14. ER also helps students move away from a word-by-word approach to reading. It helps them to look for the general meaning of what they read. They can ignore any details they do not fully understand.
Richard Day
#15. Actions themselves form no bondage. Bondage is only the false belief,"I am the do-er."
Ramana Maharshi
#17. Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being, Was e'er created solely for itself.
Edward Young
#18. I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#19. Oh, there's so much ego with men; in their head, they can't possibly think about Tesco's when they are doing Othello. Er, why not? They want to think that they are such geniuses they can't muddy their day with domesticity, and I've got no truck with it whatsoever.
Lesley Manville
#20. Thank you, Father," Sir Lancelot replied gratefully. "But ... er ... Father?" "Yes, Lancelot?" "You didn't say anything about my armor. Is it not shiny enough?
Gerald Morris
#21. O, say does that star-spangled flag of pride yet wave? O'er the land of the free, and the home for the gay!
Lady Gaga
#22. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out
William Shakespeare
#23. I love it when mothers get so mad they can't remember your name. "Come here, Roy, er, Rupert, er, Rutabaga ... what is your name, boy? And don't lie to me, because you live here, and I'll find out who you are."
Bill Cosby
#24. The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.
Edward Young
#25. 'Tis an old tale, and often told; But did my fate and wish agree, Ne'er had been read, in story old, Of maiden true betray'd for gold, That loved, or was avenged, like me!
Walter Scott
#26. That destruction o'er you hovers; Lustful Man and crafty Devil Will combine to work your evil; And from earth by sorrows driven, Soon your Soul must speed to heaven.
Matthew Gregory Lewis
#29. That strain again! It had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet as it was before.
William Shakespeare
#30. It's because of 'ER' that I've gotten the opportunity to get the work.
Abraham Benrubi
#31. Most men in a brazen prison live, Where, in the sun's hot eye, With heads bent o'er their toil, they languidly Their lives to some unmeaning taskwork give, Dreaming of nought beyond their prison-wall.
Matthew Arnold
#32. What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.
Robert Browning
#33. God is God; He sees and hears All our troubles, all our tears. Soul, forget not, 'mid thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns.
Charles Haddon Spurgeon
#35. Chronic pain patients like me are not the cause of the opioid crisis; only 22% of those who misuse opioids are prescribed them by a doctor, and only 13% of ER visits for opiate overdoses were chronic pain patients. Most chronic pain patients are rule-followers who just want to function.
Sonya Huber
#36. Come o'er the sea,
Maiden with me,
Mine through the sunshine, storms and snows;
Seasons may roll,
But the true soul
Burns the same, where'er it goes.
Thomas Moore
#37. Let us e'er be merry while we may, for man is but dust, and he hath but a span to live here till the worm getteth him, as our good gossip Swanthold sayeth; so let life be merry while it lasts, say I.
Howard Pyle
#38. Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall,
Short lot, or not, to be content with all.
Robert Herrick
#39. I can pass days
Stretch'd in the shade of those old cedar trees,
Watching the sunshine like a blessing fall,
The breeze like music wandering o'er the boughs,
Each tree a natural harp,
each different leaf
A different note, blent in one vast thanksgiving.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
#40. Enlarge my life with multitude of days, In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know, That life protracted is protracted woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy.
Samuel Johnson
#41. Where'er ye sojourn, and whatever names Ye are or shall be called; fairies, or sylphs, Nymphs of the wood or mountain, flood or field: Live ye in peace, and long may ye be free To follow your good minds.
Hartley Coleridge
#42. With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain, And memory, like a drop that, night and day, Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
Thomas Moore
#43. I ne'er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip But where my own did hope to sip.
Richard Brinsley Sheridan
#44. Of course, I'm not a doctor; I just watch a lot of ER and House.
Tucker Max
#45. The honest man, though e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men, for a' that!
Robert Burns
#46. Image: An Oak Tree. The oak that resists the wind loses its branches one by one, and with nothing left to protect it, the trunk fi nally snaps. The oak that bends lives long er, its trunk grow ing wider, its roots deeper and more tenacious.
Robert Greene
#47. The applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes.
Thomas Gray
#48. Give of thy love, nor wait to know the worth Of what thou lovest; and ask no returning. And wheresoe'er thy pathway leads on earth, There thou shalt find the lamp of love-light burning.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
#49. Our cheer goes back to them, the valiant dead! Laurels and roses on their graves to-day, lilies and laurels over them we lay, and violets o'er each unforgotten head.
Richard Hovey
#50. Factions among yourselves; preferring such
To offices and honors, as ne'er read
The elements of saving policy;
But deeply skilled in all the principles
That usher to destruction.
Philip Massinger
#51. By flatterers besieged And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.
Alexander Pope
#52. My lord, wise men ne'er wail their present woes, But presently prevent the ways to wail.174
William Shakespeare
#53. We wish our names eternally to live; Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought, Had not our natures been eternal too.
Edward Young
#54. Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, the Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.
George Gordon Byron
#55. The voice that breathed o'er Eden, That earliest wedding day.
John Keble
#56. Have faith! where'er thy bark is driven, 'The calm's disport, the tempest's mirth, Know this! God rules the host of heaven, The inhabitants of earth.
Friedrich Schiller
#57. When the sun shines o'er the loch and sparkles on the water like diamond drops, ye know one thing:
somewhere there's a MacLean who is smilin'.
Karen Hawkins
#58. Man blindly works the will of fate.
[Ger., Blindlings that er blos den Willen des Geschickes.]
Christoph Martin Wieland
#59. A foe to God ne'er was true friend to man, Some sinister intent taints all he does.
Edward Young
#60. And they didn't have to get into a lot of legal speak or talk ER terms, they were real people. I think that's why so many actresses were attracted to it. And it was just about problems that you could identify with so much, right off the bat.
James Denton
#61. Oh for a tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might!
Charles Lamb
#62. Do you and Barley have kits?" she mewed. "Er, no," Ravenpaw answered.
Erin Hunter
#63. Gracious Lord, oh bomb the Germans. Spare their women for Thy Sake, And if that is not too easy, We will pardon Thy Mistake. But, gracious Lord, whate'er shall be, Don't let anyone bomb me.
John Betjeman
#64. Ah," said Arthur, "er ... " He had an odd feeling of being like a man in the act of adultery who is surprised when the woman's husband wanders into the room, changes his trousers, passes a few idle remarks about the weather and leaves again.
Douglas Adams
#65. Git'er Done
They beat their swords upon their shields
To no beast or man would they yield
Muse
#66. Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.
Oliver Goldsmith
#67. I want a warm and faithful friend, To cheer the adverse hour; Who ne'er to flatter will descend, Nor bend the knee to power,- A friend to chide me when I'm wrong, My inmost soul to see; And that my friendship prove as strong For him as his for me.
John Quincy Adams
#68. Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.' Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces
William Shakespeare
#69. I think on 'ER,' my other long-running show, I had some ideas about what's going on. 'Stargate Universe,' they were kind of secretive too a little bit about what they wanted to do, but I kind of liked working this way. I like the surprises, and I like knowing just enough to work on the character.
Ming-Na Wen
#70. Cowards are scared with threatenings; boys are whipped into confession; but a steady mind acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel.
Thomas Otway
#72. Traveller, let your step be light,
So that sleep these eyes may close,
For poor Scarron, till to-night,
Ne'er was able e'en to doze.
Paul Scarron
#73. June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers;
In vain are dewdrops sprinkled o'er her,
In vain would fond winds fan her back to life,
Her hours are numbered on the floral dial.
Lucy Larcom
#74. The seed of mortals broods o'er passing things, and hath nought surer than the smoke-cloud's shadow.
Aeschylus
#75. True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'd
What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd;
Something whose truth convinced at sight we find,
That gives us back the image of our mind.
As shades more sweetly recommend the light,
So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.
Alexander Pope
#76. Midas, they say, possessed the art of old; Of turning whatsoe'er he touch'd to gold; This modern statesmen can reverse with ease - Touch them with gold, they'll turn to what you please.
John Wolcot
#77. Something is either right or it's wrong," Dalinar said, feeling stubborn. "The Almighty doesn't come into it."
"God," Navani said flatly, "doesn't come into whether his commands are right or wrong."
"Er. Yes.
Brandon Sanderson
#79. So ... um ... what's the, er, date? You know, the due date for the little monster.
Stephenie Meyer
#80. Sing! Who sings To her who weareth a hundred rings? Ah, who is this lady fine? The Vine, boys, the Vine! The mother of the mighty Wine, A roamer is she O'er wall and tree And sometimes very good company.
Bryan Procter
#81. I got cast on ER, I knew I'd be playing a great character and I knew the show was great.
John Stamos
#82. Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.
William Shakespeare
#83. I like the man who takes the stones Upon his rocky road With smiling lips instead of groans, Whate'er his heavy load Who seizes each as on he goes, And neatly crumbles it, And turns his share of pebbly woes To stores of inner grit.
John Kendrick Bangs
#84. I went into the gas station, said, Fill 'er up, Harry. The guy said, Regular? I said, No, put on a gorrila suit and dance like a fairy.
Emo Philips
#85. Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.
William Blake
#86. Lo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings
To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks:
He withers all in silence, and his hand
Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.
William Blake
#87. Every writer at least once in his/er lifetime creates a character who loves books.
Himanshu Chhabra
#88. You see these guinea pigs? Well ... they'er not dangerous.
Yann Martel
#89. Betimes I will - to the weird sisters. (140) More shall they speak, for now I am bent to know, By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good, All causes shall give way. I am in blood Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
William Shakespeare
#90. The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat as they did budge
From rascals worse than they.
(from, Coriolanus)
William Shakespeare
#91. I want to get a job naming kitchen appliances. That seems easy; refrigerator, toaster, blender. You just say what the thing does and add "er".
Mitch Hedberg
#92. To Hope
When by my solitary hearth I sit,
And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;
When no fair dreams before my 'mind's eye' flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head.
John Keats
#93. What the dev - er, deuce did you do that for? It hurt!"
"Good," said the angel. "I was afraid these new shoes would not be sturdy enough.
Anne Gracie
#94. With flowing tail and flying mane,
Wide nostrils never stretched by pain,
Mouth bloodless to bit or rein,
And feet that iron never shod,
And flanks unscar'd by spur or rod,
A thousand horses - the wild - the free -
Like waves that follow o'er the sea,
Came thickly thundering on.
Lord Byron
#95. A half-blood of the eldest dogs ... "
"Er, Percy?" Annabeth interrupted. "That's gods. Not dogs.
Rick Riordan
#96. Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
John Keats
#97. it is remarkable that the wild apple, which I praise as so spirited and racy when eaten in the fields or woods, being brought into the house, has frequently a harsh and crabbed taste. The Saunter-er's Apple not even the saunterer can eat in the house.
Henry David Thoreau
#98. Never comes the trader, never floats an European flag, -
Slides the bird o'er lustrous woodland, swings the trailer from the crag, -
Droops the heavy-blossomed bower, hangs the heavy-fruited tree, -
Summer isles of Eden lying in dark-purple spheres of sea.
Alfred Tennyson
#99. [H]er retaliation only made the sin the greater because she could not find words to confess.
Thomm Quackenbush
#100. The pious farmer, who ne'er misses pray'rs, With patience suffers unexpected rain; He blesses Heav'n for what its bounty spares, And sees, resign'd, a crop of blighted grain. But, spite of sermons, farmers would blaspheme, If a star fell to set their thatch on flame.
Mary Wortley Montagu
