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"For now she need not think about anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of — to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others."

"It was near that old and sunken grave, yet with a space between, as if the dust of the two sleepers had no right to mingle."

"Methinks I am a prophet new-inspired, / And thus, expiring, do foretell of him: / His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last; / For violent fires soon burn out themselves." (II.1.31-4)

"Or wallow naked in December snow / By thinking on fantastic Summer's heat? / O no, the apprehension of the good / Gives but the greater feeling to the worse." (I.3.298-301)

"Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour." (I.3.236)

"I take my leave before I have begun; / For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done." (I.2.60-1)

"We were not born to sue, but to command;" (I.1.196)

"Let's purge this choler without letting blood. / This we prescribe, though no physician; / Deep malice makes too deep incision." (I.1.153-5)

"And mark my greeting well, for what I speak / My body shall make good upon this earth / Or my divine soul answer it in heaven. / Thou art a traitor and a miscreant, / Too good to be so, and too bad to live, / Since the more fair and crystal is the sky, / The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly." (I.1.36-43)

"My darling one, you are young and lovely, but inexperienced, and though you think the world is at your feet, it can rise up and tread on you."

(254) "Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

oh boy

"High-stomached are they both, and full of ire; / In rage, deaf as the sea, hasty as fire." (I.1.19-20)

"It was not generally realized that what children mostly wanted was to be left alone."

"When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, / And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, / Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, / Will be a tattered weed of small worth held:"

"Do not let her hear you! Not a stitch in that embroidered letter, but she has felt it in her heart."

So excited to read this!

"Ah, but, let her cover the mark as she will, the pang of it will be always in her heart."

"Take my word for it, that if you are in too great a hurry, you will certainly live to repent it."

"I celebrate myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you."

the mind games !