“Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Fear no more the frown o' the great;
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renownéd be thy grave!”
― William Shakespeare, quote from Cymbeline
“Hang there like a fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!
-Posthumus Leonatus
Act V, Scene V”
― William Shakespeare, quote from Cymbeline
“Kneel not to me.
The pow'r that I have on you is to spare you;
The malice towards you to forgive you. Live,
And deal with others better.”
― William Shakespeare, quote from Cymbeline
“Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust.”
― William Shakespeare, quote from Cymbeline
“Hang there like fruit, my soul,
Till the tree die.”
― William Shakespeare, quote from Cymbeline
“The pow'r I have on you is to spare you / The malice towards you, to forgive you.
Posthumus”
― William Shakespeare, quote from Cymbeline
“I am glad I was up so late, for that's the reason I was up so early.”
― William Shakespeare, quote from Cymbeline
“The sweat of industry would dry and die, But for the end it works to.”
― William Shakespeare, quote from Cymbeline
“our cage
We make a quire, as doth the prison'd bird,
And sing our bondage freely.”
― William Shakespeare, quote from Cymbeline
“Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.”
― William Shakespeare, quote from Cymbeline
“...though those that are betray'd
Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor
Stands in worse case of woe.”
― William Shakespeare, quote from Cymbeline
“You may wear her in title yours: but, you know, strange fowl light upon neighbouring ponds.”
― William Shakespeare, quote from Cymbeline
“Now, master doctor, have you brought those drugs?”
― William Shakespeare, quote from Cymbeline
“thither write, my queen,
And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send
Though ink be made of gall.”
― William Shakespeare, quote from Cymbeline
“What pleasure, sir, find we in life to lock it / From action and adventure?”
― William Shakespeare, quote from Cymbeline
“not Hercules148 Could have knocked out his brains, for he had none:”
― William Shakespeare, quote from Cymbeline
William Shakespeare
Born place: Stratford-upon-Avon, Warwickshire, England, The United Kingdom
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“I had a dream that I saw God walking across Harrison on the far side of the lake, a God so gigantic that above the waist He was lost in a clear blue sky. In the dream I could hear the rending crack and splinter of breaking trees as God stamped the woods into the shape of His footsteps. He was circling the lake, coming toward the Bridgton side, toward us, and all the houses and cottages and summer places were bursting into purple-white flame like lightning, and soon the smoke covered everything. The smoke covered everything like a mist.”
― Stephen King, quote from The Mist
“I love you, Becks. I’ve
never felt like this.”
I nodded against him, still unsure if I could believe him. I
thought about Lacey and the way she was standing next to
him. “You’ve never been in love?”
He let out a quiet breath, and I felt him shake his head.
“Easy to say. Harder to feel.”
― Brodi Ashton, quote from Everneath
“The Americans take a product that literally grows on trees and turn it into a valuable commodity. Without them, cocaine and marijuana would be like oranges, and instead of making billions smuggling it, I’d be making pennies doing stoop labor in some California field, picking it.”
― Don Winslow, quote from The Power of the Dog
“Who is he?”
Eleanor lowered her voice, the name rolling off her tongue like a dark secret. “Dante Berlin.”
I laughed. “Dante? Like the Dante who wrote the Inferno? Did he pick that name just to cultivate his ‘dark and mysterious’ persona?”
Eleanor shook her head in disapproval. “Just wait till you see him. You won’t be laughing then.”
I rolled my eyes. “I bet his real name is something boring like Eugene or Dwayne.”
I expected Eleanor to laugh or say something in return, but instead she gave me a concerned look. I ignored it.
“He sounds like a snob to me. I bet he’s one of those guys who know they’re good-looking. He probably hasn’t even read the Inferno. It’s easy to pretend you’re smart when you don’t to anyone.”
Eleanor still didn’t respond. “Shh . . .” she muttered under her breath.
But before I could say “What?” I heard a cough behind me. Oh God, I thought to myself, and slowly turned around.
“Hi,” he said with a half grin that seemed to be mocking me.
And that’s how I met Dante Berlin.
So how do you describe someone who leaves you speechless?
He was beautiful. Not Monet beautiful or white sandy beach beautiful or even Grand Canyon beautiful. It was both more overwhelming and more delicate. Like gazing into the night sky and feeling incredibly small in comparison. Like holding a shell in your hand and wondering how nature was able to make something so complex yet to perfect: his eyes, dark and pensive; his messy brown hair tucked behind one ear; his arms, strong and lean beneath the cuffs of his collared shirt.
I wanted to say something witty or charming, but all I could muster up was a timid “Hi.”
He studied me with what looked like a mix of disgust and curiosity.
“You must be Eugene,” I said.
“I am.” He smiled, then leaned in and added, “I hope I can trust you to keep my true identity a secret. A name like Eugene could do real damage to my mysterious persona.”
I blushed at the sound of my words coming from his lips. He didn’t seem anything like the person Eleanor had described.
“And you are—”
“Renee,” I interjected.
“I was going to say, ‘in my seat,’ but Renee will do.”
My face went red. “Oh, right. Sorry.”
“Renee like the philosopher Rene Descartes? How esoteric of you. No wonder you think you know everything. You probably picked that name just to cultivate your overly analytical persona.”
I glared at him. I knew he was just dishing back my own insults, but it still stung. “Well, it was nice meeting you,” I said curtly, and pushed past him before he could respond, waving a quick good-bye to Eleanor, who looked too stunned to move.
I turned and walked to the last row, using all of my self-control to resist looking back.”
― Yvonne Woon, quote from Dead Beautiful
“Sometimes in this life it is necessary to sacrifice oneself for the good of others . - Mam”
― Joseph Delaney, quote from Curse of the Bane
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