She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i’ the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? — William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene IV… Continue reading William Shakespeare
And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say “This is the worst.” ― William Shakespeare, King Lear: Act IV, Scene ii
Love or hatred calls for self-surrender. He cuts a fine figure, the warm-blooded, prosperous man, solidly entrenched in his well-being, who one fine day surrenders all to love—or to hatred; himself, his house, his land, his memories. ― Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit and Three Other Plays. (Vintage; Reissue edition, October 23, 1989) Originally published 1947.
I love you; but far beyond you! I’ve run so far that I have to look at the sea just to recall the trembling of your lips. — Federico García Lorca, from “Once Five Years Pass,” Once Five Years Pass And Other Dramatic Works (Station Hill Press, 1989)
Oh, Ophelia, if only there was someone out there who loved you. — William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act III Scene I
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. ― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot. (Grove Press; 1 edition, May 17, 2011) Originally published 1952. Premiered 5 January 1953 at theThéâtre de Babylone, Paris France.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial… Continue reading William Shakespeare