Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted. — Percy Bysshe Shelley, Prometheus Unbound. (Kessinger Publishing, LLC, June 17, 2004) Originally published 1820. Advertisements
Presume not that I am the thing I was. — William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part 2. Act V Scene v
Here, the walls are made of moon and stars, and each breath is mingled with tender coolness like a shiver from lips to lips. — Pauline Albanese, The Closed Doors. (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform; 1 edition, October 3, 2015)
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)
Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything. — William Shakespeare, As You Like It. Act II Scene… Continue reading William Shakespeare