“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...”

“Yesterday morning, I awoke to a brilliant rainbow. At first, I marveled at the skys pink hues, and I thought how soothing it was. I havent had that feeling in a long time, that feeling of being at ...”

“Life is full of luck, like getting dealt a good hand, or simply by being in the right place at the right time. Some people get luck handed to them, a second chance, a save. It can happen heroically...”

“The concept of randomness and coincidence will be obsolete when people can finally define a formulation of patterned interaction between all things within the universe.”

“Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy - in fact, they are almost inc...”

“And yes, Ill admit, I am jealous. Im jealous of every minute you spend with him, of every concerned expression you send his way, of every tear shed, of every glance, every touch, and every thought....”

“Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves.”

“The best consolation in misfortune or affliction of any kind will be the thought of other people who are in a still worse plight than yourself; and this is a form of consolation open to every one. ...”

“From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back.”

“This city belongs to ghosts, to murderers, to sleepwalkers. Where are you, in what bed, in what dream?”