#pear

Where's the use of looking nice, when no one sees me but those cross midgets, and no one cares whether I'm pretty or not? ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#looks #pretty #louisa-may-alcott

People don’t write sonnets about being compatible. Or novels about sharing life goals and stimulating conversation. The great loves are the crazy ones. ↗

— Blair Waldorf

#boring #love #shakespeare #life

It’s like I’m trying to keep the bad away with one hand while holding on to the good with the other, and it just doesn’t work. It’s stupid. I need both hands. So I guess I just have to spread out my arms and accept the bad with the good. ↗

— Andrea Lochen

#good #love #open-arms #repear #year

Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#changes #disappear #disappearance #literature #literature-quotes

It appeared as if I had invited the audience into the water with me, and it conveyed the sensation that being in there was absolutely delicious. ↗

— Esther Williams

#appeared #audience #being #conveyed #delicious

More grief to hide than hate to utter love. Polonius, Hamlet. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#polonius #shakespeare #love

William Shakespeare: I have a wife, yes, and I cannot marry the daughter of Sir Robert De Lesseps. You needed no wife come from Stratford to tell you that, and yet, you let me come to your bed. Viola De Lesseps: Calf-love. I loved the writer and gave up the prize for a sonnet. ↗

— Marc Norman

#viola-de-lesseps #william-shakespeare #love

JAQUES: Rosalind is your love's name? ORLANDO: Yes, just. JAQUES: I do not like her name. ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#humor #jaques #names #orlando #rosalind

Shakespeare had it right all along: Love will kill you in the end. ↗

— Raquel Cepeda

#love-lost #relationship-advice #romeo-and-juliet #shakespeare #shakespeare-in-love

By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods; since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage, but music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night and his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#shakespeare #the-merchant-of-venice #change