Presume not that I am the thing I was. — William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part 2. Act V Scene v Advertisements
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
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. — William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice Act II. Scene vi.
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
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
Oh, Ophelia, if only there was someone out there who loved you. — William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act III Scene I
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