Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
CLEOPATRA: My salad days,When I was green in judgment: cold in blood,To say as I said then! But, come, away;Get me ink and paper:He shall have every day a several greeting,Or I'll unpeople Egypt.
Travellers ne'er did lie,Though fools at home condemn 'em.-Antonio
There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is. ~William Shakespeare
Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man What is i...
Speak low, if you speak love.
Life every man holds dear but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.
غداً، وغداً، وغداً،وكل غد يزحف بهذه الخطى الحقيرة يوماً إثر يومحتى المقطع الأخير من الزمن المكتوب،وإذا كل أماسينا قد أنارت للحمقى المساكينالطريق إلى الموت والتراب، ألا انطفئي، يا شمعةوجيزة!ما الحياة إ...
In black ink my love may still shine bright.
Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.
You common cry of curs! whose breath I hateAs reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prizeAs the dead carcasses of unburied menThat do corrupt my air, I banish you;And here remain with your uncertaint...
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing end them?
When down her weedy trophies and herselfFell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; As one incapable o...
What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,And vice sometime by action dignified.
Until I know this sure uncertainty,I'll entertain the offered fallacy.
Under loves heavy burden do I sink.--Romeo
Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up tine, supply it wi...