“What, keep a week away? Seven days and nights, Eightscore-eight hours, and lovers' absent hours More tedious than the dial eightscore times! O weary reckoning!”
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Lonely Quotes — page 238 of 309
“The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75”
“Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me”
“Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, That I did never, no, nor never can, Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, But you must flout my insufficiency?”
“You're in love? Out Out of love? I love someone. She doesn't love me.”
“It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?”
“You have but mistook me all the while... I live by bread like you, taste grief, feel want, need friends. Conditioned thus how can you call me king?”
“My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.”
“A blind man can't forget the eyesight he lost, show me any beautiful girl. How can her beauty not remind me of the one whose beauty surpasses hers?”
“I had as lief have been myself alone.”
“I myself am best When least in company.”
“I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary self, Pursued my humor not pursuing his, And gladly shunned who gladly fled from me.”
“No .... holy father, throw away that thought. Believe not that the dribbling dart of love Can pierce a complete bosom.”
“My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.”
“I thought my heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.”
“On from room to room I stray,Yet mine Host can ne'er espy,And I know not to this day,Whether guest or captive I.”
“His friends he loved. His direst earthly foe - Cats-I believe he did but feign to hate. My hand will miss the insinuated nose, Mine eyes the tail that wagged contempt at Fate.”
“One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.”
“A soul so pitiably forlorn, If such do on this earth abide, May season apathy with scorn, May turn indifference to pride; And still be not unblest- compared With him who grovels, self-debarred From all that lies within the scope Of holy faith and christian hope; Or, shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.”
“On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, Musing is solitude”