The rest, is silence.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet.
“This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.”
“Sweets to the sweet.”
“To be, or not to be: that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing end them? To...”
“O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?And shall I couple Hell?”
“I could a tale unfold whose lightest wordWould harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,Thy knotted and combined locks to part,And each parti...”
“Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.”
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of wi...”
“My dear,Find what you love and let it kill you.Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.Let it kill you and let it devour your remains....”
“If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?”