The Eyes are the window to your soul
The Gaze is the portal to your essence.
When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found a shoulder to cry on. And when I mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me.
What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.
What a deplorable epoch in which fools direct the unenlightened.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Pandemonium reigns supreme.
If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.
If we remain authentic to ourselves, we can not deceive anyone.
Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time
Do not toy with the emotions of others, as you may emerge victorious in the moment but could end up forfeiting a friendship for eternity.
Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.
Do not lavish affection on someone who does not esteem it.
Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.
Affection perceives not through sight, but with the spirit.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Cherish all, confide in a select few, and never intentionally hurt anybody.
Men of few words are the best men." (3.2.41)
"Brevity is the soul of wit."
I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!
I would dare you to an intellectual duel, but I perceive that you are unequipped!
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
A naive individual believes they are astute, but an astute person recognizes their own ignorance.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Life is a transient journey, a mediocre performer, who makes their brief appearance on the stage of existence and then fades away; it is an empty narrative narrated by a fool, filled with commotion and uproar that conveys nothing.
Have more than you show, Speak less than you know.
'Let your actions speak louder than words, and keep wisdom close to the chest.'
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty.
Blossoms that arrive prior to the swallow's arrival, adorning the gusts of March with splendour.
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.
Pungent lavender, fragrant herbs, savory seasoning, marjoram; The marigold, which sets with the sun and sobs as it rises.
Words spoken can not be recalled so think twice before you speak.
Refrain from uttering anything hastily, and consider the implications of your words before you articulate them.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
We are the masters of our own fate.
My crown is in my heart, not on my head; not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, nor to be seen: my crown is called content, a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
My satisfaction lies not in material possessions, but rather in inner peace; a blessing that few monarchs can claim.
The best is yet to come.
The sky's the limit.
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.
If thou takest a partner, I'll provide thee with this affliction as thy token of commitment: be thou as clear-minded as ice, as pristine as snow, thou shalt not avoid slander.
Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.
Proceed cautiously and thoughtfully. Those who hasten make mistakes and fail.
We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.
We agonize over the dearth of certain possessions and fail to relish the abundance of blessings that are ours.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
'Affection observes not with sight, but with the intellect, Hence Cupid is depicted as sightless.'
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
'Perception is the ultimate determinant of what is right or wrong.'
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
One may simper, and smirk, and be a miscreant.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Farewell, farewell! Leaving is such a blissful sadness, that I shall bid adieu until it be tomorrow.
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.
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
Express our emotions honestly, not what we think is expected.
Now I will believe that there are unicorns.
I will accept that unicorns exist.
The strawberry grows underneath the nettle And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality.
The strawberry flourishes beneath the stinging-nettle, And wholesome fruits swell and mature to perfection Surrounded by produce of inferior calibre.
God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.
The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.
The silent vessel reverberates the most.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
'It is better to be overly punctual than tardy.'
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
Our misgivings are saboteurs and deprive us of the great successes we could have achieved if we had not been too scared to try.
Here's flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun And with him rises weeping: these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age.
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
If music be the sustenance of love, sound forth, Give me an abundance of it; that glutting, The craving may abate, and thus cease.
Jesters do oft prove prophets.
Sages oft prove prescient.
Be great in act, as you have been in thought.
The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more than long things past.
The expiring sun, and the symphony at the finish, As the final morsel of treats, is most delightful last, Inscribed in recollection more than distant memories.
Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with its sweet oblivious antidote, cleanse the full bosom of all perilous stuff that weighs upon the heart.
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain,
But Lust's effect is tempest after sun;
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain,
Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done;
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies;
Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.
Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.
Aesthetics are determined by visual assessment.
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee; wish not one man more.
If we are fated to perish, there is enough of us
To cause our nation damage; and if to survive,
The fewer men, the more glory.
Heaven's will be done; I implore you; do not wish for one extra person.
Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
You know who you are, but know not who you could be.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.