More are men's ends mark'd than their lives before:
The setting sun, and music at the close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
Writ in remembrance more than things long past
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all,
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call,
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more.
Then if for my love thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest,
But yet be blam’d, if thou this self deceivest
By willful taste of what thyself refusest.
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud.
William ShakespeareWhen rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
Когато в най-черно дело дяволът ни тласка, той слага си най-ангелската маска.
William ShakespeareI charge thee, fling away ambition. By that sin fell the angels.
William ShakespeareTag: philosophical
Não tenho dormido.
Entre a ação de um ato terrível e o primeiro gesto, todo esse intervalo é como um fantasma ou um sonho odioso: O Génio e os instrumentos mortais estão nessa altura reunidos; e a condição do homem, equiparável a um pequeno reino, sofre então a natureza de uma insurreição.
Tag: action mortal-instruments worries
Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience
To do no contrived murder: I lack iniquity
Sometimes to do me service: nine or ten times
I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs.
Where we are,
There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood,
The nearer bloody.
My lord, I will take my leave of you.
Hamlet: You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal...
Tag: humor
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