Hamlet Archetypes Quotes & Sayings

What good are prayers and shrines to a person mad with love? The flame keeps gnawing into her tender marrow hour by hour, and deep in her heart the silent wound lives on. — Virgil

Since they are our right, let us be vigilant to preserve them uninfringed, and free from encroachments. If animosities arise, and we should be obliged to resort to party, let each of us range himself on the side which unfurls the ensigns of public good. Faction will then vanish, which, if not timely suppressed, may overturn the balance, the palladium of liberty, and crush us under its ruins. — Benjamin Franklin

Software is definitely engineering. It's different in that we take on novel tasks every time. It's not like building a certain bridge that is virtually identical to some previous bridge or some previous building. — Bill Gates

Fidelity to conscience is inconsistent with retiring modesty. If it be so, let the modesty succumb. It can be only a false modesty which can be thus endangered. — Harriet Martineau

Now's the time for sweet good-bye To what could never be, To promises we ne'er could keep, To a magic you and me. If we should try to prove our love, Our love would be in danger. Let's put our love beyond all harm. Good-bye - sweet, gentle stranger. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

He tousled Baby's hair, then looked up at Tiger Lily. "The woods have rules." He put Baby down gingerly in his trough with his bottle. "But the rules are ugly."
"It's nature," she said, thoughtfully.
"I have a lot of disagreements with nature," he said, looking confused, and his downy brow wrinkled over his eyes. — Jodi Lynn Anderson

People don't know how hard it is to have your own business. — Suge Knight

Love has its name borrowed by a great number of dealings and affairs that are attributed to it
in which it has no greater part than the Doge in what is done at Venice. — Francois De La Rochefoucauld

All around, the sea was full of ships. Some were burning, some were sinking, some had been smashed to splinters. — George R R Martin

That was what, ultimately, war did to you. It was not the physical dangers
the mines at sea, the bombs from the air, the crisp ping of a rifle bullet as you drove over a desert track. No, it was the spiritual danger of learning how much easier life was if you ceased to think. — Agatha Christie