Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death
Quote by Shakespeare
What is past is prologue.
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold
Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony.
All of my life I have always had the urge to do things better than...
Past and to come seems best; things present worst
My library was dukedom large enough.
The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay...
Everything that gristles is not gold.
Beauty itself doth of itself persuade, The eyes of men without an orator.
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
Now if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for...
Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads...
Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent
For better or worse, love never dies.
True love stories never have endings.