#shake

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

— Edward Hall

#remains #shakespeare #text #words

The anti-apartheid prisoners on the island, like so many in every age and nation, found that Shakespeare had a peculiar ability to gentle their condition. They used to gather clandestinely to read the plays; on one occasion, the book was passed around for each man to mark his favourite lines. ↗

— Daniel Hannan

#age #around #book #condition #each

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

He was digging in his garden--digging, too, in his own mind, laboriously turning up the substance of his thought. Death--and he drove in his spade once, and again, and yet again. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools they way to dusty death. A convincing thunder rumbled through the words. He lifted another spadeful of earth. Why had Linda died? Why had she been allowed to become gradually less than human and at last... He shuddered. A good kissing carrion. He planted his foot on his spade and stamped it fiercely into the tough ground. As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; they kills us for their sport. Thunder again; words that proclaimed themselves true--truer somehow than truth itself. And yet that same Gloucester had called them ever-gentle gods. Besides, thy best of rest is sleep, and that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st thy death which is no more. No more than sleep. Sleep. Perchance to dream. His spade struck against a stone; he stooped to pick it up. For in that sleep of death, what dreams...? ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#hamlet #shakespeare #death

Liverpool fans were great to me, I still live near the city and they always come up and shake my hand. ↗

— Paul Ince

#city #come #fans #great #hand

Wouldn't you like to have heard the voice of Shakespeare, or Jesus Christ? ↗

— Henry Irving

#heard #jesus #jesus christ #like #shakespeare

I'll bet Shakespeare compromised himself a lot; anybody who's in the entertainment industry does to some extent. ↗

— Christopher Isherwood

#bet #compromised #does #entertainment #entertainment industry

The father of a daughter is nothing but a high-class hostage. A father turns a stony face to his sons, berates them, shakes his antlers, paws the ground, snorts, runs them off into the underbrush, but when his daughter puts her arm over his shoulder and says, 'Daddy, I need to ask you something,' he is a pat of butter in a hot frying pan. ↗

— Garrison Keillor

#ask #butter #daddy #daughter #face

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