I do love nothing in the world so well as you. Is not that strange?
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
All motion is relative. Maybe it’s you who’ve moved away by standing still.
Jerome Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.
Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
None of us can help the things life has done to us. They’re done before you realize it, and once they’re done they make you do other things until at last everything comes between you and what you’d like to be, and you’ve lost your true self forever.
Eugene O’Neill, Long Day’s Journey Into Night
What on earth can you do on this earth but catch at whatever comes near you, with both your fingers, until your fingers are broken?
Tennessee Williams, Orpheus Descending
Hate is a bottomless cup; I will pour and pour.
We, ignorant of ourselves,
Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers
Deny us for our good; so find we profit
By losing of our prayers.
William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra
Go then if you must, but remember, no matter how foolish your deeds, those who love you will love you still.
You have a good heart and you think the good thing is to be guilty and kind but it’s not always kind to be gentle and soft, there’s a genuine violence softness and kindness visit on people. Sometimes self-interested is the most generous thing you can be.
Tony Kushner, Angels in America
When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
William Shakespeare, King Lear
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.
William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart
Or else my heart, concealing it, will break.
William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew