The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. — William Shakespeare, Macbeth Act II scene ii
We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention. We must cut the threads. — Ben Whishaw [John Keats] Bright Star (2009) Directed by Jane Campion.
It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you. — Jean-Paul Sartre, The Flies. (1943)
If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well It were done quickly —William Shakespeare, Macbeth Act IV Scene vii
…but long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death. — William Shakespeare, Hamlet Act IV, Scene vii
… but you have forgotten me… — Sappho, “Fragment VIII,” Selected Poems and Fragments. (2005) Translated by A. S. Kline
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an Angel! in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?… Continue reading William Shakespeare