Olmak ya da olmamak, işte bütün mesele bu!Düşüncemizin katlanması mı güzel Zalim kaderin yumruklarına, oklarına Yoksa diretip bela denizlerine karşı Dur, yeter demesi mi?Ölmek, uyumak sadece!Düşünün k...
O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell!
O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.- Romeo -
No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,But by reflection, by some other things.
Music, moody foodOf us that trade in love.
Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more!Macbeth does murder sleep, - the innocent sleep;Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,Balm of h...
MERCUTIO: Thou art like one of those fellows that whenhe enters the confines of a tavern claps me his swordupon the table and says God send me no need ofthee! and by the operation of the second cup dr...
Love's not loveWhen it is mingled with regards that standAloof from th' entire point.
Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursuesPursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.
It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.
In nature there's no blemish but the mind.None can be called deformed but the unkind.
If your mind dislike anything obey it
If she and I be pleased, what's that to you?
I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.
I pray thee, cease thy counsel,Which falls into mine ears as profitlessAs water in a sieve: give not me counsel;Nor let no comforter delight mine earBut such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine:... f...
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Iago
He that is thy friend indeed,He will help thee in thy need:If thou sorrow, he will weep;If thou wake, he cannot sleep:Thus of every grief in heartHe with thee doth bear a part.These are certain signs...
He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.