I watched my life as if it were happening to someone else. My son died. And I was hurt, but I watched my hurt, and even relished it, a little, for now I could write a real death, a true loss. My heart was broken by my dark lady, and I wept, in my room, alone; but while I wept, somewhere inside I smiled.
Neil GaimanMots clés writing shakespeare
What's a drunken man like, fool?
Feste: Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman: one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.
Mots clés man shakespeare fool olivia like twelfth-night drunken feste what-s
By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.
William ShakespeareMots clés shakespeare merchant-of-venice decided
She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.
William ShakespeareMots clés romantic shakespeare taming-of-the-shrew unmoved
He kills her in her own humor.
William ShakespeareMots clés humor shakespeare taming-of-the-shrew
If there really is such a thing as turning in one's grave, Shakespeare must get a lot of exercise.
George OrwellMots clés shakespeare classics drama interpretation authorial-intent
Love and kindness are never wasted. They always make a difference. They bless the one who receives them, and they bless you, the giver.
Barbara De AngelisMots clés paraphrased love shakespeare merchant-of-venice
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
Mots clés shakespeare time clock sonnet 12
Are you sure That we are awake? It seems to me That yet we sleep, we dream
William ShakespeareMots clés shakespeare a-midsummer-night-s-dream
Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.
William ShakespeareMots clés humor shakespeare
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