Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror
William ShakespeareThere is none of my uncle's marks upon you; he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes I am sure you are not prisoner.
William ShakespeareTime travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.
William Shakespeare