love & literature

a collection of verses and quotations.
Posts tagged "shakespeare"
“the moon’s an arrant thief, and her pale fire she snatches from the sun” timon of athens, william shakespeare

“the moon’s an arrant thief,
and her pale fire she snatches from the sun”
timon of athens, william shakespeare

“our doubts are traitors
and make us lose the good we oft might win
by fearing to attempt.”
measure for measure, william shakespeare

(via vaere)

“expectation is the root of all heartache.” - william shakespeare (attributed)

(via grayskymorning)

“but love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit.” - the merchant of venice, william shakespeare

(via oculos-evacuat)

“when i do tell thee, there my hopes lie drown’d,
reply not in how many fathoms deep
they lie indrench’d.”
troilus and cressida, shakespeare

“thy life’s a miracle. speak yet again.” - king lear, shakespeare

“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 running brooks,
sermons in stones, and good in every thing:
i would not change it.”
as you like it, shakespeare

“he hath achieved a maid
that paragons description and wild fame;
one that excels the quirks of blazoning pens,
and in th’ essential vesture of creation
does tire the ingener.”
othello, william shakespeare

“there’s a divinity that shapes our ends,
rough-hew them how we will.”
hamlet, william shakespeare

“we are such stuff
as dreams are made on, and our little life
is rounded with a sleep.”
the tempest, william shakespeare

“lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
more than cool reason ever comprehends.
the lunatic, the lover and the poet
are of imagination all compact.”
a midsummer night’s dream, william shakespeare

“tell me where is fancy bred,
or in the heart or in the head?”
the merchant of venice, shakespeare

“when you do dance, i wish you
a wave o’ th’ sea, that you might ever do
nothing but that.”
the winter’s tale, shakespeare

“o mistress mine, where are you roaming?
o, stay and hear; your true love’s coming,
that can sing both high and low:
trip no further, pretty sweeting;
journeys end in lovers meeting,
every wise man’s son doth know.”
twelfth night, shakespeare

“i do love nothing in the world so well as you: is that not strange?” - much ado about nothing, shakespeare