You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.
I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.
We make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villians by compulsion.
And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.
If it be you that stirs these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, And let not women's weapons, water drops, Stain my man's cheeks.
Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurour and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man!
All is well that ends well
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.
This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.
You can’t stand up in a Cadillac, either.
Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.
Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button.
The owl and the pussycat went to sea, / In a beautiful pea green boat. / They took some honey, and plenty of money, / Wrapped up in a five pound note.
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The best of life is the exercise of ingenuity-in design, in finance, in flying, in business.
I am a man more sinned against than sinning
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