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- To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep:
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,--'t is a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Hamlet", Act 3 scene 1
- If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Twelfth Night", Act 1 scene 1
- A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Love's Labour's Lost", Act 1 scene 1
- Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments: love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Sonnet cxvi
- We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.
- Anais Nin (1903 - 1977)
- Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
- Antoine de Saint-Exupery (1900 - 1944)
- Almost nobody dances sober, unless they happen to be insane.
- H. P. Lovecraft (1890 - 1937)
- Love is an attempt at penetrating another being, but it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual.
- Octavio Paz (1914 - ), The Labyrinth of Solitude (1950)
- He that loveth a book will never want a faithful friend, a wholesome counsellor, a cheerful companion, an effectual comforter.
- Dr. Isaac Barrow (1630 - 1677), quoted in Fifty Years of Sheffield Church Life 1866-1916 by Rev. W. Odom
- Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our intellects.
- Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891
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