How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Absence Quotes, Seasons Quotes

Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.

Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged a fire sparkling...

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged a fire sparkling...

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.

As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.

It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.

It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.

A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age...

A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age...

Every one can master a grief but he that has it

Every one can master a grief but he that has it

When valour preys on reason, it eats the sword it fights with.

When valour preys on reason, it eats the sword it fights with.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy.

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.

I am not bound to please thee with my answer.

I am not bound to please thee with my answer.

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

Done to death by slanderous tongues.

Done to death by slanderous tongues.

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by...

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by...

Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher...

Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher...

Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows

Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.

Faith is the heroism of the intellect.

Faith is the heroism of the intellect.

Nothing which is true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context...

Nothing which is true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context...

Fashion is so close in revealing a person's inner feelings and everybody seems to hate...

Fashion is so close in revealing a person's inner feelings and everybody seems to hate...