“For she had eyes and chose me.”

“Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.”

“I will deny thee nothing: Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, To leave me but a little to myself.”

“Were I the Moor I would not be Iago.In following him I follow but myself;Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,But seeming so for my peculiar end.For when my outward action doth demonstrateTh...”

“Have not we affections and desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?”

“Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,Is the immediate jewel of their souls:Who steals my purse steals trash; tis something, nothing;twas mine, tis his, and has been slave to thousands;But he th...”

“There are two types of seeds in the mind: those that create anger, fear, frustration, jealousy, hatred and those that create love, compassion, equanimity and joy. Spirituality is germination and sp...”

“My music teacher offered twittering madrigals and something about how, in Italy, in Italy, the oranges hang on the tree. He treated me - the humiliation of it - as a soprano.These, by contrast, are...”

“If you spend your time hoping someone will suffer the consequences for what they did to your heart, then you're allowing them to hurt you a second time in your mind.”

“Rage wrapped itself around her like a tourniquet, keeping her alive even as it condemned a part of her to atrophy.”

“Laurence felt a weird combination of shame and rage, as though he'd grown another new body part just in time to get punched in it.”

“But sometimes shame is a more powerful engine than rage. Like rage, it burns hot; and like rage it tends to consume its own furnace.”