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    William Shakespeare
    “How does your patient, doctor?

    Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest.

    Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon her heart.

    Doctor: Therein the patient must minister to himself.”
    William Shakespeare, Macbeth

  • #2
    Thomas Otway
    “If we must part forever,
    Give me but one kind word to think upon
    and please myself with, while my heart's breaking.”
    Thomas Otway, The Orphan: Or the Unhappy Marriage

  • #3
    Charlotte Brontë
    “You are going, Jane?"

    "I am going, sir."

    "You are leaving me?"

    "Yes."

    "You will not come? You will not be my comforter, my rescuer? My deep love, my wild woe, my frantic prayer, are all nothing to you?"

    What unutterable pathos was in his voice! How hard was it to reiterate firmly, "I am going!"

    "Jane!"

    "Mr. Rochester."

    "Withdraw then, I consent; but remember, you leave me here in anguish. Go up to your own room, think over all I have said, and, Jane, cast a glance on my sufferings; think of me."

    He turned away, he threw himself on his face on the sofa. "Oh, Jane! my hope, my love, my life!" broke in anguish from his lips. Then came a deep, strong sob.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #4
    Oscar Wilde
    “Hearts are made to be broken.”
    Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

  • #5
    Mark Twain
    “Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.”
    Mark Twain

  • #6
    William Shakespeare
    “Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
    Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
    More than cool reason ever comprehends.
    The lunatic, the lover and the poet
    Are of imagination all compact:
    One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
    That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
    Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
    The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
    Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
    And as imagination bodies forth
    The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
    Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
    A local habitation and a name.”
    Shakespeare William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream



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