pull down to refresh
time past and time future
what might have been and what has been
point to one end, which is always present.
T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
I think we are in rats’ alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
Fear'd am I more than lov'd; - let me be fear'd,
And, when I frown, make all the court look pale.
Christopher Marlowe, Edward II
Between the desire
And the spasm,
Between the potency
And the existence,
Between the essence
And the descent,
Falls the Shadow.
This is the way the world ends.
from "The Hollow Man
T.S. Eliot
My Crown is in my heart, not on my head:
Not deck'd with Diamonds, and Indian stones:
Nor to be seen: my Crown is call'd Content,
A Crown it is, that seldom Kings enjoy.
William Shakespeare, King Henry VI, Part 3
Where is the Life we lost in living?
T.S. Eliot
All things that move between the quiet poles
Shall be at my command. Emperors and kings
Are but obey'd in their several provinces,
Nor can they raise the wind, or rend the clouds;
But his dominion that exceeds in this
Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man!
A sound magician is a mighty god.
Christopher Marlowe, The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus
If we all were judged according to the consequences
Of all our words and deeds, beyond the intention
And beyond our limited understanding
Of ourselves and others, we should all be condemned.
T. S. Eliot
There's small choice in rotten apples.
William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew
O, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
When he appear'd to hapless Semele;
More lovely than the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms
Excerpt From: Christopher Marlowe. “The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
And from th’ Antarctic Pole eastward behold
As much more land, which never was descried,
Wherein are rocks of pearl that shine as bright
As all the lamps that beautify the sky;
And shall I die, and this unconquerèd?
Christopher Marlowe, Tamburlaine the Great Part II
Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.
---William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
Why, I esteem the injury far less,
To take the lives of miserable men
Than be the causers of their misery.
--Christopher Marlowe, The Jew of Malta
Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice.
To die, sweet Spenser, therefore live we all;
Spenser, all live to die, and rise to fall.
---Christopher Marlowe, Edward II
Love's stories written in love's richest books.
To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
Goodness is beauty in its best mistake
Christopher Marlowe
O, let me kiss that hand!
KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
William Shakespeare, King Lear
A greater subject fitteth Faustus' wit: Bid Economy10 farewell, and11 Galen come, Seeing, Ubi desinit philosophus, ibi incipit medicus: Be a physician, Faustus; heap up gold, And be eterniz'd for some wondrous cure: Summum bonum medicinae sanitas, The end of physic is our body's health.
Christopher Marlowe, The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus
Virtue - to be good and just -
Every heart, when sifted well,
Is a clot of warmer dust,
Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell.
- The Vision of Sin
Alfred Tennyson
Thought is free.
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
I must be cruel only to be kind;
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
William Shakespeare , Hamlet
So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition,
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem.
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.
--Tennyson.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
William Shakespeare, As You Like It
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
----William Shakespeare, Richard III
My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.
---William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
---William Shakespeare, Macbeth
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
Willilam Shakespeare, King Lear
A lonely impulse of delight
---W.B. Yeats
I falter where I firmly trod,
And falling with my weight of cares
Upon the great world's altar-stairs
That slope thro' darkness up to God,
I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope,
And gather dust and chaff, and call
To what I feel is Lord of all,
And faintly trust the larger hope.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
I wish for you constantly for I want to talk about everybody and everything. I can't go up to a stranger & say 'your manners &looks have stirred me to this profound meditation'-
---W B Yeats
Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
---W.B. Yeats
Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn?
William Butler Yeats
I am still of [the] opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood--sex and the dead.
---William Butler Yeats
You cannot have Liberty in this world without what you call Moral Virtue, and you cannot have Moral Virtue without the slavery of that half of the human race who hate what you call Moral Virtue.
--William Blake
The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth.
---William Butler Yeats
What can be explained is not poetry.
---W.B. Yeats
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
---W.B. Yeats
The most sublime act is to set another before you.
---William Blake
Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.
---William Butler Yeats
What is the price of Experience? Do men buy it for a song?
Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price
Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy
And in the wither'd field where the farmer ploughs for bread in vain
It is an easy thing to triumph in the summer's sun
And in the vintage and to sing on the waggon loaded with corn
It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted
To speak the laws of prudence to the homeless wanderer
To listen to the hungry raven's cry in wintry season
When the red blood is fill'd with wine and with the marrow of lambs.
----William Blake
Everything that lives, lives not alone, nor for itself.
--William Blake
My mother groaned, my father wept,
into the dangerous world I leapt.
----William Blake
I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man...
---William Wordsworth