Monday, February 4, 2008

Shakespeare I'm In Love

Lagi iseng-iseng browsing tanpa tujuan, eh, ketemu web-nya Shakespeare. Langsung baca, terhanyut, kian terhanyut, tenggelam, terus tenggelam dan tak lagi ingin kembali ke permukaan. heuhuehuehue.


Bisa gak ya nulis kayak gini? hm...

To be, or not to be: that is the question".

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so".

Doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love".

"I will speak daggers to her, but use none".

"When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions".

"All the world 's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts"

"Can one desire too much of a good thing?".

"Off with his head!"

"The world is grown so bad, that wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch".

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet".

"If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?".

"Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt".

"The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers".

"Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings".

"Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, it seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come".

"There 's daggers in men's smiles".

"When shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done,
When the battle 's lost and won".

"Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."

"I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at".

"Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them".

"Men of few words are the best men" .

The course of true love never did run smooth".

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind".

"For the rain it raineth every day".

May Be, Just May Be

May be, just may be. What burn inside is not real really. It is burns alright, but it just doesn’t strong enough to take down the selfishness-the-“I”ness that has been controlling us beyond our will.

And when the effort to understand turns to hurting us instead, may be, just may be, what seems real is not as real as what is not.