#shake

Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#city-of-glass #shakespeare #stars-shine-darkly #twelfth-night #love

We probably read Shakespeare in the first place for his stories, afterwards for his characters. . . . To become intimate with Shakespeare in this way is a great enrichment of mind and instruction of conscience. Then, by degrees, as we go on reading this world-teacher, lines of insight and beauty take possession of us, and unconsciously mould our judgments of men and things and of the great issues of life. ↗

— Charlotte Mason

#beauty

Whether you're a quarterback and you just threw a pick, or you're a corner and you just got beat for a touchdown, you've got to have a short-term memory, shake it off and play the next play. ↗

— Steve Mariucci

#corner #got #just #memory #next

The printing press was at first mistaken for an engine of immortality by everybody except Shakespeare. ↗

— Marshall McLuhan

#everybody #except #first #immortality #mistaken

He kills her in her own humor. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#shakespeare #taming-of-the-shrew #humor

Who knows himself a braggart, let him fear this, for it will come to pass that every braggart shall be found an ass. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#ass #braggart #bragging #humility #humor

Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#grief #parting #sadness #sorrow #sweetness

Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#shakespeare #humor

As an unperfect actor upon the stage Who with much fear is put besides his part Or some fierce thing, replete with too much rage Whose strengths abundance weakens his own heart So I, for fear of trust, forget to say The perfect ceremony of love's rite And in mine own love's strength seem to decay O'ercharged with burthen of my own love's might o, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast Who plead for love, and look for recompense More than that tongue that more hath express'd. O, learn to read what silent love hath writ To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#sonnet #unperfect-actor #love

Oh how Shakespeare would have loved cinema! ↗

— Derek Jarman

#film #movies #shakespeare #love