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And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.
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William Shakespeare |
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b30f486
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The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
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shakespeare
scene-2
play
hamlet
theater
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William Shakespeare |
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8650f8c
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Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.
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William Shakespeare |
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ffea1a5
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There is a tide in the affairs of men which, taken at the floud, leads on to fortune ommitted, all the voyage of their lives are bound in shallows and in miseries
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William Shakespeare |
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99201d5
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Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor? Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest. Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon her heart. Doctor: Therein the patient must ..
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depression
sorrow
heartbreak
psychotherapy
psychiatry
mental-health
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William Shakespeare |
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6fcd3b6
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Love is merely a madness.
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William Shakespeare |
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2011704
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O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -
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William Shakespeare |
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d31f8c5
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Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
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William Shakespeare |
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c580b62
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I say there is no darkness but ignorance.
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William Shakespeare |
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f092bfe
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The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars/ But in ourselves.
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shakespeare
the-fault-in-our-stars
william-shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |
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490a105
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The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?
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William Shakespeare |
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2c31ff4
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Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
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William Shakespeare |
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7f9b025
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Banish'd from [those we love] Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
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William Shakespeare |
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9b385d9
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So fair and foul a day I have not seen.
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william-shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |
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4a2bcd0
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For you, in my respect, are all the world. Then how can it be said I am alone When all the world is here to look on me?
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William Shakespeare |
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81e5340
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True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.
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William Shakespeare |
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d9c682b
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How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Iago
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William Shakespeare |
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87c98fb
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Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
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William Shakespeare |
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31c653d
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I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans Show minut..
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william shakespeare |
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4fbbaf7
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And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.
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motivational
king-lear
worst
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William Shakespeare |
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33a710f
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Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
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William Shakespeare |
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5c8a037
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She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them
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William Shakespeare |
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5d8f460
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One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.
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pain
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William Shakespeare |
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80d6917
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Men should be what they seem.
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William Shakespeare |
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1b141ac
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The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.
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tragedy
play
william-shakespeare
macbeth
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William Shakespeare |
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4b90317
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How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath?
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restlessness
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William Shakespeare |
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51c6481
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Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none. Beatrice: A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me. -Much Ado About Nothing
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love
courtship
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William Shakespeare |
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2d3da70
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Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.
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shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |
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02bd3ac
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We burn daylight.
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William Shakespeare |
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dcd2f1e
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I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other.
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shakespeare
macbeth
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William Shakespeare |
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e9ba4c0
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Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.
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motivation
willpower
self-confidence
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William Shakespeare |
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a43baaa
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And therefore, -- since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, -- I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
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shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |
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4ffde89
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Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.
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William Shakespeare |
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a1efba6
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He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
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William Shakespeare |
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8870862
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No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage...
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true-love
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William Shakespeare |
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2811934
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To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me half a million; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs,dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject t..
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Petruchio: Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry. Katherine: If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Petruchio: My remedy is then, to pluck it out. Katherine: Ay, if the fool could find where it lies. Petruchio: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail. Katherine: In his tongue. Petruchio: Whose tongue? Katherine: Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell. Petruchio: What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, c..
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William Shakespeare |
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3d4a8b5
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Let us not burthen our remembrance with A heaviness that's gone.
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past
sadness
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William Shakespeare |
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234462c
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For it falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us While it was ours.
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love
value
regret
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William Shakespeare |
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f8648cd
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Out of her favour, where I am in love.
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unrequited-love
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William Shakespeare |
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a782d3d
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Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
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William Shakespeare |
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e589768
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Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel? Polonius: By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius: It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet: Or like a whale? Polonius: Very like a whale.
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William Shakespeare |
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6c1ae4f
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These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
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romeo-and-juliet
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William Shakespeare |
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c0bee31
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The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest. It becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. His scepter shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings, But mercy is above this sceptered sway. It is enthroned in..
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