OTHELLO ; WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE moiraeAugust 24 2010, 21:32:43 UTC
❝Iago: O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss, Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger: But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!
KAFKA ON THE SHORE ; HARUKI MURAKAMImoiraeAugust 24 2010, 21:37:25 UTC
❝A question wells up inside me, a question so big it plugs up my throat and makes it hard to breathe. I somehow swallow it back, finally choosing another. "Are memories such an important thing?"
"It depends," she replies, and lightly closes her eyes. "In some cases they're the most important thing there is."
THE COURTS OF LOVE ; JEAN PLAIDYmoiraeAugust 24 2010, 21:42:00 UTC
❝When I look back over my long and tempestuous life, I can see that much of what happened to me--my triumphs and most of my misfortunes--was due to my passionate relationships with men. I was a woman who considered herself their equal--and in many ways their superior--but it seemed that I depended on them, while seeking to be the dominant partner--an attitude which could hardly be expected to bring about a harmonious existence.❞
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It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss,
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger:
But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!
Othello: O misery!❞
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"It depends," she replies, and lightly closes her eyes. "In some cases they're the most important thing there is."
"Yet you burned yours up."
"I had no use for them anymore."❞
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