#shake

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, And too often is his gold complexion dimm'd: And every fair from fair sometimes declines, By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd; By thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#shakespeare #youth #art

I am so far as I am aware not at all influenced by dramatists, expect for Shakespeare, who I have to say, it is impossible not to be influenced by if you hold language to be the major element of theatre. ↗

— Howard Barker

#aware #dramatists #element #expect #far

We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously. Shakespeare, Midsummer Night's Dream. Spoken by Bottom, Act I Sc. 2 ↗

— William Shakespeare

#humor #shakespeare #courage

I watched my life as if it were happening to someone else. My son died. And I was hurt, but I watched my hurt, and even relished it, a little, for now I could write a real death, a true loss. My heart was broken by my dark lady, and I wept, in my room, alone; but while I wept, somewhere inside I smiled. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#writing #death

They died together; they'll always be remembered together. It's decided, once and for all. He was hers. ↗

— Rebecca Serle

#death #love #shakespeare #death

He would reach for me in the middle of the night, nearly every single night, wrapping one of those solid arms around my waist and pulling me in close. So. Close. ↗

— Chelsie Shakespeare

#desire #dreams #love #meant-to-be #past-lives

And now to sleep, to dream...perchance to fart. ↗

— Anthony Bourdain

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He was a philosopher, if you know what that was.’ ‘A man who dreams of fewer things than there are in heaven and earth,’ said the Savage promptly. ‘Quite so… ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#philosophy #shakespeare #dreams

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause ↗

— William Shakespeare

#death

Think of Shakespeare and Melville and you think of thunder, lightning, wind. They all knew the joy of creating in large or small forms, on unlimited or restricted canvases. These are the children of the gods. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#shakespeare #writers #writing #art