I am haunted by the ghost of my father, I think that should allow me to quote Hamlet as much as I please.
Erin MorgensternTags: shakespeare hamlet father ghost
I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
Tags: life inspirational love poetry shakespeare inspiration identity theater names theatre birth baptism resurrection name new-life
He is Romeo, and he is heartbroken. Every word is wistful. When he says, 'O, teach me how I should forget to think!' I, for the first time, see what the big deal is about Shakespeare.
Nina LaCourTags: pain shakespeare romeo-and-juliet hold-still nina-lacour
When devils will the blackest sins put on
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows
Tags: devil shakespeare othello iago
LEELA: 'To be, or not to be, that is the question.' That is a very stupid question!
THE DOCTOR: It's Shakespeare.
LEELA: And that is a very stupid name. You do not shake a spear, you throw it! Throwspeare, now that is a name.
Tags: humor shakespeare doctor-who
Here's one of the problems with communicating in the words of a man who is not around to explain himself: it's damn hard sometimes to tell what he was talking about. Look, the sheer fact that people have banged out book after article after dramatic interpretation of this guy should tell you that despite his eloquence, he wasn't the clearest of communicators.
Eleanor BrownTags: shakespeare communication
There is a kind of gaping admiration that would fain roll Shakespeare and Bacon into one, to have a bigger thing to gape at; and a class of men who cannot edit one author without disparaging all others.
Robert Louis StevensonTags: shakespeare editing francis-bacon exaggeration aggrandization conflation
Oh, if Shakespeare says it, that's all right.
L. Frank BaumTags: shakespeare authority precedence
Hamlet's Cat's Soliloquy
"To go outside, and there perchance to stay
Or to remain within: that is the question:
Whether 'tis better for a cat to suffer
The cuffs and buffets of inclement weather
That Nature rains on those who roam abroad,
Or take a nap upon a scrap of carpet,
And so by dozing melt the solid hours
That clog the clock's bright gears with sullen time
And stall the dinner bell. To sit, to stare
Outdoors, and by a stare to seem to state
A wish to venture forth without delay,
Then when the portal's opened up, to stand
As if transfixed by doubt. To prowl; to sleep;
To choose not knowing when we may once more
Our readmittance gain: aye, there's the hairball;
For if a paw were shaped to turn a knob,
Or work a lock or slip a window-catch,
And going out and coming in were made
As simple as the breaking of a bowl,
What cat would bear the houselhold's petty plagues,
The cook's well-practiced kicks, the butler's broom,
The infant's careless pokes, the tickled ears,
The trampled tail, and all the daily shocks
That fur is heir to, when, of his own will,
He might his exodus or entrance make
With a mere mitten? Who would spaniels fear,
Or strays trespassing from a neighbor's yard,
But that the dread of our unheeded cries
And scraches at a barricaded door
No claw can open up, dispels our nerve
And makes us rather bear our humans' faults
Than run away to unguessed miseries?
Thus caution doth make house cats of us all;
And thus the bristling hair of resolution
Is softened up with the pale brush of thought,
And since our choices hinge on weighty things,
We pause upon the threshold of decision.
Tags: humor cats shakespeare hamlet to-be-or-not-to-be
Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
William ShakespeareTags: shakespeare
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