Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.
Quote by Shakespeare
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.
O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!
What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind...
A light heart lives long
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.
Lawn as white as driven snow
I bear a charmed life.
Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.
Nothing can come of nothing.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites...
A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been,...
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness
Time is the justice that examines all offenders.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without...
I try to forget what happiness was, and when that don't work, I study the...
To be without some of the things you want is an indispensable part of happiness.
Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which,...