Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares. William Shakespeare
Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love. William Shakespeare
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. William Shakespeare
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. William Shakespeare
I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
Life ... is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. William Shakespeare
Life ... is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. William Shakespeare
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. William Shakespeare
Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die. William Shakespeare
One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.
It provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance. William Shakespeare
It provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.
Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it. William Shakespeare
Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum. William Shakespeare
I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions! William Shakespeare
When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions!
