We must follow, not force Providence.
Time 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.
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
So fair and foul a day i had not seen.
Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service