Author: | Dotchamou Zakari | ISBN: | 1230002365398 |
Publisher: | DOTCHAMOU ZAKARI | Publication: | October 1, 2017 |
Imprint: | Language: | English |
Author: | Dotchamou Zakari |
ISBN: | 1230002365398 |
Publisher: | DOTCHAMOU ZAKARI |
Publication: | October 1, 2017 |
Imprint: | |
Language: | English |
“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars/ But in ourselves.”
― William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
“Whoknowshimself a braggart, let himfearthis, for itwill come to passthateverybraggartshallbefound an ass.”
― William Shakespeare, The Complete Works
“By my soul I swear, thereis no power in the tongue of man to alter me.”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
“My Crown is in myheart, not on myhead:
Not deck'dwithDiamonds, and Indianstones:
Nor to beseen:my Crown iscall'd Content,
A Crown itis, thatseldom Kings enjoy.”
― William Shakespeare, King Henry VI, Part 3
“Love isholy.”
― William Shakespeare, All'sWell That Ends Well
“I'llfind a day to massacre them all
And razetheir faction and theirfamily,
The cruel father and histraitorous sons,
To whom I sued for mydearson's life,
And makethem know what 'tis to let a queen
Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.”
― William Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus
“Life isa tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifyingnothing”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth
“O mother, mother!
What have youdone?Behold, the heavens do ope,
The gods look down, and thisunnaturalscene
Theylaugh at. O mymother, mother!O!
You have won a happy victory to Rome;
But, for yourson,--believeit, O, believeit,
Most dangerouslyyou have withhimprevail'd,
If not mostmortal to him.”
― William Shakespeare
“O God, that I were a man! I wouldeathisheart in the marketplace.”
― William Shakespeare
“To die, to sleep -
To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub,
For in thissleep of deathwhatdreamsmay come...”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet
“O mother, mother!
What have youdone?Behold, the heavens do ope,
The gods look down, and thisunnaturalscene
Theylaugh at. O mymother, mother!O!
You have won a happy victory to Rome;
But, for yourson,--believeit, O, believeit,
Most dangerouslyyou have withhimprevail'd,
If not mostmortal to him.”
― William Shakespeare
“Tislikeshecomes to speak of Cassio’sdeath,
The noise was high. Ha! No more moving?
Still as the grave. Shallshe come in?Were ’t good?
I thinkshestirsagain—No. What’s best to do?
If she come in, she’ll sure speak to mywife—
Mywife!mywife! whatwife? I have no wife.
Oh, insupportable! Oh, heavyhour!
Methinksitshouldbenow a hugeeclipse
Of sun and moon, and thatth' affrighted globe
Shouldyawn at alteration.”
― William Shakespeare, Othello
“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars/ But in ourselves.”
― William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
“Whoknowshimself a braggart, let himfearthis, for itwill come to passthateverybraggartshallbefound an ass.”
― William Shakespeare, The Complete Works
“By my soul I swear, thereis no power in the tongue of man to alter me.”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
“My Crown is in myheart, not on myhead:
Not deck'dwithDiamonds, and Indianstones:
Nor to beseen:my Crown iscall'd Content,
A Crown itis, thatseldom Kings enjoy.”
― William Shakespeare, King Henry VI, Part 3
“Love isholy.”
― William Shakespeare, All'sWell That Ends Well
“I'llfind a day to massacre them all
And razetheir faction and theirfamily,
The cruel father and histraitorous sons,
To whom I sued for mydearson's life,
And makethem know what 'tis to let a queen
Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.”
― William Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus
“Life isa tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifyingnothing”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth
“O mother, mother!
What have youdone?Behold, the heavens do ope,
The gods look down, and thisunnaturalscene
Theylaugh at. O mymother, mother!O!
You have won a happy victory to Rome;
But, for yourson,--believeit, O, believeit,
Most dangerouslyyou have withhimprevail'd,
If not mostmortal to him.”
― William Shakespeare
“O God, that I were a man! I wouldeathisheart in the marketplace.”
― William Shakespeare
“To die, to sleep -
To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub,
For in thissleep of deathwhatdreamsmay come...”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet
“O mother, mother!
What have youdone?Behold, the heavens do ope,
The gods look down, and thisunnaturalscene
Theylaugh at. O mymother, mother!O!
You have won a happy victory to Rome;
But, for yourson,--believeit, O, believeit,
Most dangerouslyyou have withhimprevail'd,
If not mostmortal to him.”
― William Shakespeare
“Tislikeshecomes to speak of Cassio’sdeath,
The noise was high. Ha! No more moving?
Still as the grave. Shallshe come in?Were ’t good?
I thinkshestirsagain—No. What’s best to do?
If she come in, she’ll sure speak to mywife—
Mywife!mywife! whatwife? I have no wife.
Oh, insupportable! Oh, heavyhour!
Methinksitshouldbenow a hugeeclipse
Of sun and moon, and thatth' affrighted globe
Shouldyawn at alteration.”
― William Shakespeare, Othello