“The reason you will not say it is, when you say it, even to yourself, you will know it is true.”
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Lonely Quotes — page 141 of 309
“She wouldn't say what we both knew. 'The reason you will not say it is, when you say it, even to yourself, you will know it is true: is that it? But you know it is true now. I can almost tell you the day when you knew it is true. Why won't you say it, even to yourself?' She will not say it.”
“No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here.”
“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.”
“I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.”
“When I was at home I was in a better place”
“I stalk about her door, like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for waftage.”
“Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.”
“I am not prone to weeping as our sex commonly are; the want of which vain dew perchance shall dry your pities; but I have that honorable grief lodged here which burns worse than tears drown.”
“My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.”
“Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.”
“I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.”
“When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.”
“Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.”
“Haply for I am black, And have not those soft parts of conversation That chamberers have; or for I am declined Into the vale of years—yet that’s not much— She’s gone. I am abused, and my relief Must be to loathe her. O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad And live upon the vapor of a dungeon Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others’ uses. Yet ’tis the plague of great ones; Prerogatived are they less than the base. ’Tis destiny unshunnable, like death.”
“LEONATO Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband. BEATRICE Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be overmastered with a pierce of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, uncle, I'll none: Adam's sons are my brethren; and, truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred.”
“I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear”
“Shall I never see a bachelor of three score again?”
“I am falser than vows made in wine.”
“She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.”