How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
“Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.”
“See the minutes, how they run,How many make the hour full complete;How many hours bring about the day;How many days will finish up the year;How many years a mortal man may live.”
“It is not night when I do see your face.”
“Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.”
“Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.”
“Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter.”
“My melancholy is the most faithful sweetheart I have had.”
“Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.”
“on the instant clamorous eaves,A climbing moon upon an empty sky,And all that lamentation of the leaves,Could but compose man's image and his cry.”
