Quotes & Sayings About Memories By Shakespeare

Remember thee!
Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. — William Shakespeare

Do creative, social, and civic attitudes change depending on where we live? Yes, I think so. — David Byrne

A woman should never have a need to fear the man who holds her in his arms; neither his hands that touches her. — Ellen J. Barrier

My rage is gone,
And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up.
Help, three o' th' chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.
Beat thou the drum, that it speaks mournfully,
Trail your steel spikes. Though in this city he
Hath widowed and unchilded many a one,
Which to this hour bewail the injury,
Yet he shall have a noble memory.
Assist. — William Shakespeare

I don't think it's the function of Congress to function well. It should drag its heels on the way to decision. — Barber Conable

Though now this grained face of mine be hid
In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up,
Yet hath my night of life some memory,
My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear. — William Shakespeare

What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory. — William Shakespeare

There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year. — William Shakespeare

He gives me good advice ... People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves. — Oscar Wilde

By wrenching this increasingly outdated revenge play into the present, Shakespeare forced his contemporaries to experience what he felt and what his play registers so profoundly: the world had changed. Old certainties were gone, even if new ones had not yet taken hold. The most convincing way of showing this was to ask playgoers to keep both plays in mind at once, to experience a new Hamlet while memories of the old one, ghostlike, still lingered. Audiences at the Globe soon found themselves, like Hamlet, straddling worlds and struggling to reconcile past and present. — James Shapiro

I am reading Jonson's verses to the memory of Shakespeare; an insolent, sparing, and invidious panegyric ... — John Dryden

We want freedom for our country, but not at the expense or exploitation of others, not us to degrade other countries ... I want the freedom of my country so that other countries may learn something from my free country so that the resources of my country might be utilized for the benefit of mankind. — Lal Bahadur Shastri

You can be a singer, and you can be a guitar player, but putting them together is another animal. — Gavin DeGraw

England is not the jewelled isle of Shakespeare's much-quoted message, nor is it the inferno depicted by Dr Goebbels. More than either it resembles a family, a rather stuffy Victorian family, with not many black sheep in it but with all its cupboards bursting with skeletons. It has rich relations who have to be kow-towed to and poor relations who are horribly sat upon, and there is a deep conspiracy of silence about the source of the family income. It is a family in which the young are generally thwarted and most of the power is in the hands of irresponsible uncles and bedridden aunts. Still, it is a family. It has its private language and its common memories, and at the approach of an enemy it closes its ranks. A family with the wrong members in control - that, perhaps is as near as one can come to describing England in a phrase. — George Orwell

One of the most notorious slogans of ultra-nationalism in Turkey has been 'Either love it or leave it!' It is meant to block all kinds of fault-finding from within. The implication is that if you criticize your country or your state, you are showing disrespect, not to mention a lack of patriotism, in which case you had better take your leave. If you do stay, however, the implication is that you love your homeland, in which case you had better not voice any critical opinions. This black-and-white mentality is an obstacle to social progress. But it is not only Turkish ultra- nationalism that is fuelled by a dualistic mentality. All kinds of extremist, exclusivist discourses are similarly reductionist and sheathed in tautology. Either/or approaches ask us to make a choice, all the while spreading the fallacy that it is not possible to have multiple belongings, multiple roots, multiple loves. — Elif Shafak

She's my love, my home, the solace to my soul, the keeper of my heart, the center of my entire fucking world. The only reason I really believe in my own goodness is because I see it reflected in her eyes. — Emma Chase

Let us not burthen our remembrance with
A heaviness that's gone. — William Shakespeare

One of the main reasons I don't like leaving the house is because I might find myself face to face with a Canadian. — Maria Semple

The boundary between civilization and barbarism is difficult to draw: put one ring in your nose and you are a savage, put two rings in your ears and you are civilized. — Pearl S. Buck

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain — William Shakespeare

O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, leave not the mansion so long tenantless; lest, growing ruinous, the building fall and leave no memory of what it was! — William Shakespeare

A text of Tibetan Buddhism describes the time of death as a unique opportunity for spiritual liberation from the cycles of death and rebirth and a period that determines our next incarnation. — Stanislav Grof

Think them into being; see them, visualize them, and expect them - and they will be. And you will be guided, inspired, or led to the perfect action that will bring about the process that will lead you to that which you seek ... and there is a great difference between that which we have spoken and the way most of the world is going about it. — Esther Hicks

It's funny the things that go through your mind when you're getting the shit kicked out of you. As Bruce Willis' fist came crashing into my face, I thought about that old Shakespeare quote Father Bernard used to throw around back at Holy Name. Something about you only play with a lion when he's a frisky young cub, not when he's an old one, dying. Bruce knew when he agreed to work with me that his career was just about over. He was a lion, once, but now he was just an old one, dying. And I was the only guy around to blame. And man did his fist make that point. Repeatedly. — Kevin Smith

Positive energy, positive actions. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone. — William Shakespeare

Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with its sweet oblivious antidote, cleanse the full bosom of all perilous stuff that weighs upon the heart. — William Shakespeare

[U]sing religion to treat depression often makes the problem worse. It's like treating the disease with more of the disease. It is effective in getting people to give time and money to the church, but it does not help the victim. — Darrel Ray

What do you want from me, Ambrose?" Fern cried from behind her hands. He pulled at her wrists, wanting to see her face as he laid it all on the line.
"I want your body. I want your mouth. I want your red hair in my hands. I want your laugh and your funny faces. I want your friendship and your inspirational thoughts. I want Shakespeare and Amber Rose novels and your memories of Bailey. And I want you to come with me when I go. — Amy Harmon

Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green. — William Shakespeare

Like one
Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie. — William Shakespeare

Yea from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records. — William Shakespeare

Jesus did not come to be right. He came to make disciples. — Andy Stanley

Memory, the warder of the brain. — William Shakespeare

This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a foolish extravagant spirit full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions; these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. — William Shakespeare

For a long time, my subconscious rested in a dark place, ticking through memories like a jukebox selecting a record ... — Chelsie Shakespeare

I'll note you in my book of memory. — William Shakespeare