When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with the night And pay no worship to the garish sun. — William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet: Act III, Scene ii Advertisements
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And… Continue reading William Shakespeare
ELEKTRA : Oh my love take me there. Let me dwell where you are. I am already nothing. I am already burning. — Sophocles, Electra. 410 B.C.E. (tr. by Anne Carson)
Presume not that I am the thing I was. — William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part 2. Act V Scene v
As in flowers, beauty grows slowly, silently in the poet. — Sabina Berman, The Theatre of Sabina Berman: The Agony of Ecstasy and Other Plays. trans. Associate Professor Adam Versenyi Southern Illinois University Press; 1st edition, December 30, 2002)
So gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart – and you’ll see how nice I can be. — Jean-Paul Sartre, from “No Exit,” No Exit and Three Other Plays. (Vintage; Reissue edition, October 23, 1989) Originally published 1947.
Everything you do closes a door somewhere ahead of you. And finally there is only one door left. — Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited (Vintage, 2006)