Famous quotes by Patrick Seale:

"Perhaps the most extraordinary thing about him was his remarkable consistency. The outside world so often said he was a mystery man, but nothing could be further from the truth. He always made his position clear."

"Assad did not want the political order in the Middle East (to be) dominated by Israel, ... He wanted a balance of power in order to keep the peace. He felt an imbalance causes war because the stronger partner always tries to impose his will on the weaker."

"For the first time since he came to power in 2000, he has a unique chance to impose his authority on rival power centers and emerge as the real ruler of Syria,"

"I think the prospects for the survival of the regime are better than many people think."

"We have to note that the regime continues to control the army and security services, the Syrian opposition is very weak and America is bogged down in Iraq,"

"In their different ways, both the international community and his own public are ... encouraging him to carry out a 'corrective movement' against undisciplined barons of his regime, including men close to him,"

"If he doesn't do it, then his country will face sanctions and become very vulnerable. If he does do it, then he will immediately get international support. The crucial question is whether he has the support of the military chiefs."

"[A reshuffling of Cabinet and intelligence officials would] win Assad immediate domestic and international support, ... But to manage a crisis of such unprecedented proportions, Assad would need to display unusual qualities of courage and political acumen. This is the most difficult moment in the president's career."

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Bocalophobe - Patrick Pleau
• Patrick Doyle - Patrick Doyle
• Besame Mucho - Patrick Doyle
• Kindle My Heart - Patrick Doyle
• Weep You No More Sad Fountains - Patrick Doyle
• Sigh No More Ladies - Patrick Doyle
• Pardon Goddess Of The Night - Patrick Doyle
• Underwater Secrets - Patrick Doyle

ton petit corps s’ennuie encore
et tu rêves d’être dans la mer
y’a rien à faire dans un bocal
criss moé à terre ou dans la mer
comme si la vie manquait d’air
une maison faite en verre
grosse comme un ballon
j’aimerais t’dire comment j’suis fier
quand tu défends les pauvres petits animaux
chu bocalophone et toi c’est pareil
quand tu rêves d’être sur la mer, sur la mer
comme si la vie manquait d’air
une maison faite en verre
grosse comme un ballon
j’aimerais t’dire comment j’suis fier
quand tu défends les pauvres petits animaux
dans une chambre d'ami on m'observe et on rit
ça suffit tu vois bein qu'mon espace est trop p'tit
un corps-mort orangé et un maître dérangé
j'veux grandir, m'épanouir pas mourir suffoqué
j’vois bein qu'mon heure est arrivée
mais c’est facile de me remplacer
j’vois bein qu'mon heure est arrivée
mais c’est facile de me remplacer
dans la mer dans la mer
comme si la vie manquait d’air
une maison faite en verre

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh nor more;
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never;
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into. Hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no more,
For dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leavy.
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe

Kiss me, kiss me a lot,
As if tonight were the last time
Kiss me, kiss me a lot,
For I'm scared to lose you, to lose you afterwards
I want to feel you very close, see myself in your eyes, see you near me

As the moon kindles the night
As the wind kindles the fire
As the rain fills every ocean
And the Sun the Earth
So your heart will kindle my heart
Take my heart
Take my heart
Kindle it with your heart
And my heart cannot be
Kindled without you

Weep you no more, sad fountains;
What need [you]1 flow so fast?
Look how the snowy mountains
Heaven's sun doth gently waste!
But my sun's heavenly eyes
View not your weeping,
That now lies sleeping,
[Softly now, softly]2 lies
Sleeping.
Sleep is a reconciling,
A rest that peace begets;
Doth not the sun rise smiling
When fair at [e'en]3 he sets?
Rest you, then, rest, sad eyes!
Melt not in weeping,
While she lies sleeping,
[Softly now, softly]2 lies

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh nor more;
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never;
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into. Hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no more,
Or dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leavy.
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe

Pardon, goddess of the night,
Those that slew thy virgin knight;
For the which, with songs of woe,
Round about her tomb they go.
Midnight, assist our moan;
Help us to sigh and groan,
Heavily, heavily:
Graves, yawn and yield your dead,
Till death be uttered,

Come seek us where our voices sound
We cannot sing above the ground
An hour long you'll have to look
To recover what we took
An hour long you'll have to look
To recover what we took
Your times half gone so tarry not