Expectation is the root of all heartache.
Quote by Shakespeare
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts and is desired.
He that is proud eats up himself; pride in his glass, his trumpet, his chronicle;...
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
Boldness be my friend.
God's bodkin, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who shall scape...
Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid...
For mine own part, it was Greek to me
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops...
I will beat thee into handsomeness
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York;...
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling...
The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.
For a quart of Ale is a dish for a King
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his...
He makes a swan-like end, fading in music.
And I just thought, this is what I want to be. And I knew that...
Those who can't dance say the music is no good