These violent delights have violent endsAnd in their triumph die, like fire and powder,Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honeyIs loathsome in his own deliciousnessAnd in the taste confounds the appetite.Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
The secrets of this earth are not for all men to see, but only for those who will seek them. (Chapter 3, paragraph 8)
Ay me! for aught that ever I could read,could ever hear by tale or history,the course of true love never did run smooth.
I understood that centuries of chains and lashes will not kill the spirit of man nor the sense of truth within him. (Chapter 12, paragraph 2)
Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive
I had it then. Soda fought for fun, Steve for hatred, Darry for pride, and Two-Bit for conformity. Why do I fight? I thought, and couldn't think of any real good reason. There isn't any real good reason for fighting except self-defense.
To be free, a man must be free of his brothers. That is freedom. This and nothing else. (Chapter 12, paragraph 11)
O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle in the hand of another
I stand here on the summit of the mountain. I lift my head and I spread my arms. This, my body and spirit, this is the end of the quest. I wished to know the meaning of things. I am the meaning. I wished to find a warrant for being. I need no warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction.It is my eyes which see, and the sight of my eyes grants beauty to the earth. It is my ears which hear, and the hearing of my ears gives its song to the world. It is my mind which thinks, and the judgment of my mind is the only searchlight that can find the truth. It is my will which chooses, and the choice of my will is the only edict I must respect.Many words have been granted me, and some are wise, and some are false, but only three are holy: "I will it! (Chapter 11, paragraph 4)
The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones;
Wilson? He thinks she goes to see her sister in New York. He's so dumb he doesn't know he's alive.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. [Act 1 Sc. 2]
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself And falls on th’ other.
Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Thy fates open their hands; let thy blood and spirit embrace them.
There is a tide in the affairs of men. Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
JACK: I will be back in a few moments, dear Canon. Gwendolen! Wait here for me! GWENDOLEN: If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.
If you don't know where you are going any road can take you there.