"But, soft! what light through yonder window..." - Quote by William Shakespeare

“My love is as a fever, longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease,Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please.My reason, the physician to my love,Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,Hath left me, and I desperate now approveDesire is death, which physic did except.”

“After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.”

“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises.”

“The things that make me cry are when the people I love have gone through pain and I’ve seen it.”

“Love that is not jealous is neither true nor pure.”

“I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.”

“He who has knowledge of the just and the good and beautiful ... will not, when in earnest, write them in ink.”

“Now and then it is a joy to have one's table red with wine and roses.”

“The power of intention manifests as an expression of expanding creativity, kindness, love, and beauty.”