اقتباسات وليم شكسبير

..

"وقد شُوهدت نجومٌ بأذنابٍ نارية، وأنداء تقطر دمًا، وانشقت الشمس، وخُسف سلطان الليل، كأن اليوم يوم النشور"

"إن لأوثر أن أكون زهرةً برية، فوق شياج أو باب، على أن أكون وردةً جميلةً في حديقته، وإنه لأنسب لمزاجي أن أكون عند الناس موضع ازدراء، من أن أُغيّر طبعي لأستلب من أحدٍ حُبًّا، أو أنال منه المودة غصبًا"

جميله ولا اروع منها قلبي تمزق

وليام شكسبير "هاملت"

اكون او لا اكون

التشدد في الحزن والإصرار على إستمرارهإلى ما وراء الزمن الجائز أشبه بالثورة في وجه القدر،والمعصية لأمر الله .

لِماذا تغرق بالحزن عندما تنتهي حالة حب ؟ هل العشق يلاحق القدر؟ أم القدر يلاحقه ؟..لم يستطع أحد بعد حل هذا اللغز..

رائعة جدا من رواياتي المفضلة

ً

خير للأنسان أن يُخدع كثيرآ من أن يعلم بخديعته قليلآ

وما السمعة على الحقيقة إلا أكذوبة باطلة تنال في الأكثر بغير جدارة وتفقد بغير ما سبب

يوجد داخل كل واحد منا (عطيل).

فيه من التشويق ما يكفي لكي تبقى القصة في ذهنك بعد انتهائك من القراءة بسنين

خذ هذا الذهب وهو أشد سماً للروح وهو يرتكب جرائم قتل شنيعة أكثر من هذا السم

هاكم مثال الانسان النبيل

عين الصديق عن العيوب كليلة

-كاسيوس

فالعين لا تري نفسها الا ان انعكست صورتها في شئ اخر

ما يمسنا شخصياً ننظر فية آخرا

Beauty makes it possible for lovers to see how to make love in the dark. Or else love is blind, and its best time is the night

You can’t see my face because it’s dark out. Otherwise, you’d see me blushing about the things you’ve heard me say tonight. I would be happy to keep up good manners and deny the things I said. But forget about good manners. Do you love me? I know you’ll say “yes,” and I’ll believe you. But if you swear you love me, you might turn out to be lying. They say

JOVE

Jove, also called Jupiter, was the king of the Roman gods.

Jove laughs when lovers lie to each other. Oh Romeo, if you really love me, say it truly. Or if you think it’s too easy and quick to win my heart, I’ll frown and play hard-to-get, as long as that will make you try to win me, but otherwise I wouldn’t act that way for anything. In truth, handsome Montague, I like you too much, so you may think my behavior is loose. But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove myself more faithful than girls who act coy and play hard-to-get. I should have been more standoffish, I confess, but you overheard me talking about the love in my heart when I didn’t know you were there. So excuse me, and do not assume that because you made me love you so easily my love isn’t seriou

But wait, what’s that light in the window over there? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Rise up, beautiful sun, and kill the

JEALOUS MOON

Diana is the goddess of the moon and of virginity. Romeo implies that Juliet is a servant of the moon as long as she’s a virgin.

jealous moon. The moon is already sick and pale with grief because you, Juliet, her maid, are more beautiful than she.

Don’t be her maid, because she is jealous. Virginity makes her look sick and green. Only fools hold on to their virginity. Let it go. Oh, there’s my lady! Oh, it is my love. Oh, I wish she knew how much I love her. She’s talking, but she’s not saying anything. So what? Her eyes are saying something. I will answer them. I am too bold. She’s not talking to me. Two of the brightest stars in the whole sky had to go away on business, and they’re asking her eyes to twinkle in their places until they return. What if her eyes were in the sky and the stars were in her head?—The brightness of her cheeks would outshine the stars the way the sun outshines a lamp. If her eyes were in the night sky, they would shine so brightly through space that birds would start singing, thinking her light was the light of day. Look how she leans her hand on her cheek. Oh, I wish I was the glove on that hand so that I could touch that cheek.