#shakespeare

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

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

There are a lot of roles in Shakespeare, basically. If I feel that the script is a movie, I would be interested in doing any role of Shakespeare's. ↗

— Al Pacino

#basically #doing #feel #i #i feel

A book is sent out into the world, and there is no way of fully anticipating the responses it will elicit. Consider the responses called forth by the Bible, Homer, Shakespeare - let alone contemporary poetry or a modern novel. ↗

— Chaim Potok

#anticipating #bible #book #called #consider

My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#brain #humor #macbeth #shakespeare #thinking

Shakespeare lets us see real people undergoing real processes, with real feelings. ↗

— Vanessa Redgrave

#lets #people #processes #real #real people

The society Shakespeare knew was heading for tremendous change, and he seems to have recognized that and written about it in a coded way. I understand those codes, I think. ↗

— Vanessa Redgrave

#change #coded #codes #heading #i

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

Here's one of the problems with communicating in the words of a man who is not around to explain himself: it's damn hard sometimes to tell what he was talking about. Look, the sheer fact that people have banged out book after article after dramatic interpretation of this guy should tell you that despite his eloquence, he wasn't the clearest of communicators. ↗

— Eleanor Brown

#shakespeare #communication