#shake

I think it was lucky that during most of the work on the Odyssey I lived on Homer's sea in houses that were, in one case, shaken by the impact of the Mediterranean winter storms on the rocks below. ↗

— Robert Fitzgerald

#case #during #homer #houses #i

I think Shakespeare had a lot to contribute with his understanding of the human condition. ↗

— Sharon Gless

#contribute #had #his #human #human condition

We are all the same person trying to shake hands with our self. ↗

— Wavy Gravy

#our #person #same #self #shake

First of all, there was a volcano of words, an eruption of words that Shakespeare had never used before that had never been used in the English language before. It's astonishing. It pours out of him. ↗

— Stephen Greenblatt

#been #before #english #english language #eruption

We have cut the text, but what remains are Shakespeare's words. ↗

— Edward Hall

#remains #shakespeare #text #words

But, as always, Mr. Rooney would come over and shake your hand and congratulate you on a good game, no matter what the situation was. ↗

— Franco Harris

#come #congratulate #game #good #hand

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come... ↗

— William Shakespeare

#death-and-dying #hamlet #shakespeare #dreams

I have a loyalty that runs in my bloodstream, when I lock into someone or something, you can't get me away from it because I commit that thoroughly. That's in friendship, that's a deal, that's a commitment. Don't give me paper - I can get the same lawyer who drew it up to break it. But if you shake my hand, that's for life. ↗

— Jerry Lewis

#because #bloodstream #break #commit #commitment

Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out at every joint and motive of her body. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#body #language #shakespeare #sonet #wanton

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring barque, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#poetry #shakespeare #love