One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

My only love sprung from my only hate.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.

These violent delights have violent ends.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

Parting is such sweet sorrow

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

I took to the Bodleian library as to a lover and ... would sit long hours in Bodley's arms to emerge, blinking and dazed with the smell and feel of all those books.

You can never go back.Never.Not if you want to survive.

Dreams are good at playing with your memory. They love leaving no trace behind and hate to show up once again in the morning.

I can live without you. I just don’t wish to.” ~ Joe

Wisdom is to see the difference between nirvana and this world, this self-reflection that the mind creates.

You can acquire chic and elegance, but style itself is a rare thing.

The trouble with paternalists is that they want to make impossibly profound changes, and they choose impossibly superficial means for doing so.

I'm one of those regular weird people.

It's cold out. It's even cold in Florida. So cold today that Katherine Harris put on a third layer of makeup.

..we wear the mask that grins and lies, it hides our cheeks and shades our eyes- this debt we pay to human guile; with torn and bleeding hearts we smile.