#shakespeare

"True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings."

"Love is holy."

"To be, or not to be: what a question!"

"Yesterday I memorized Shakespeare, and tomorrow I'm also going to memorize his first name."

"You can't just skip the boring parts.""Of course I can skip the boring parts.""How do you know they're boring if you don't read them?""I can tell.""Then you can't say you've read the whole play.""I think I can live a happy life, Meryl Lee, even if I don't read the boring parts of The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark.""Who knows?"she said. "Maybe you can't."

"He would reach for me in the middle of the night, nearly every single night, wrapping one of those solid arms around my waist and pulling me in close. So. Close."

"The study of mathematics is apt to commence in disappointment... We are told that by its aid the stars are weighed and the billions of molecules in a drop of water are counted. Yet, like the ghost of Hamlet's father, this great science eludes the efforts of our mental weapons to grasp it."

"But what if Shakespeare― and Hamlet― were asking the wrong question? What if the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?"

"Life... is a paradise to what we fear of death."

"He was a philosopher, if you know what that was.’‘A man who dreams of fewer things than there are in heaven and earth,’ said the Savage promptly.‘Quite so…"

"These violent delights have violent endsAnd in their triump die, like fire and powderWhich, as they kiss, consume"

"[Thou] mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms!"

"Educated men are so impressive!"

"With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come."

"Sweets to the sweet."

"Thou art a very ragged Wart."

"I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table."Macbeth"

"What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones,The labor of an age in pilèd stones,Or that his hallowed relics should be hidUnder a star-y-pointing pyramid?Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?"

"Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast."

"What's in a name, anyway? That which we call a nose by any other name would still smell."