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-Why do you think I have ceased caring for you, Lo?-Well, you haven´t kissed me yet, have you?

When love begins to sicken and decayIt useth an enforced ceremony.There are no tricks in plain and simple faith:But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,Make gallant show, and promise of their mettle.

This is the excellent foppery of the world that when we are sick in fortune—often the surfeit of our own behavior—we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars, as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting-on. An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!

Ah! Mother, Mother! You still think I am a child - why can I not put my head in your lap and weep? Why have I always to be strong and self-controlled? I would like to weep and be comforted too, indeed I am little more than a child; in the wardrobe still hang short, boy's trouser - it is such a little time ago, why is it over?

We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day. We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep, Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away; It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free. Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but mutability!

Actually she was at least in her late twenties (I never established her exact age for even her passport lied) and had mislaid her virginity under circumstances that changed with her reminiscent moods.

What means this shouting? I do fear, the peopleChoose Caesar for their king.

المجنون من يثق في لطف ذئب او في حب فتى او في قسم عاهرة او في كلام من يود أن يبيعه حصانا.

She had resolved to never take another step backward.

I was like the Arabian who had been buried with the dead and found a passage to life, aided only by one glimmering and seemingly ineffectual light.

You see we do, yet see you but our handsAnd this the bleeding business they have done:Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful

Jesters do oft prove prophets.

I believe there can be no light without shadow; or rather, no shadow unless there is also light

There was no way of really knowing anything, he knew, not even that there was no way of really knowing anything.

Vexed I am Of late with passions of some difference,Conceptions only proper to myself,Which gives some soil, perhaps, to my behaviors.

FOOL. If thou wert my fool, nuncle, I’ld have thee beaten for being old before thy time. LEAR. How’s that? FOOL. Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.

I wait, for the household to assemble. Household: that is what we are. The Commander is the head of the household. The house is what he holds. To have and to hold, till death do us part.The hold of a ship. Hollow.

The students nodded, emphatically agreeing with a statement which upwards of sixty-two thousand repetitions in the dark had made them accept, not merely as true, but as axiomatic, self-evident, utterly indisputable.

I’d be the last colonel in the world to order you to go to that U.S.O. show and have a good time, but I want every one of you who isn’t sick enough to be in a hospital to go to that U.S.O. show right now and have a good time, and that’s an order!

But at midnight — strange, mystic hour, when the veil between the frail present and the eternal future grows thin — then came the messenger.