Behind These Hazel Eyes: So Sweet. . .

William Shakespeare

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And too often is his gold complexion dimm'd:
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd:
By thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this give life to thee."

"Romeo, Romeo, wherefore are thou Romeo?"

"Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
O any thing, of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness, serious vanity,
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms,
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this."

"My only love sprung from my only hate."

"But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is east, and Juliet is the sun."

"See how she leans her cheek upon her head.
O that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek!"

"Goodnight, goodnight! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow."

"Don't only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets, for it and knowledge can raise men to the divine."
-Ludwig van Beethoven

"Never give up on something that you can't go a day without thinking about."
-Winston Churchill

"Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose trust is the Lord. He is like a tree planted by water, that sends out its roots by the stream, and does not fear when heat comes, for its leaves remain green, and is not anxious in the year of drought, for it does not cease to bear fruit."
-Jeremiah 17:7-8

"but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us."
-Romans 5:8

"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king."
-J.R.R Tolkien

Behind These Hazel Eyes

Friday, March 15, 2013

So Sweet. . .

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