A dream itself is but a shadow.
of all the things i could be doing at jenny ellis' house at 2am on a saturday night...i'm online reading hamlet. i'm weird i guess, but this mess of words intrigues me.
Doubt not the stars are fire;
Doubt not the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
You cannot take from me anything that I will more
willingly part withal- except my life, except my life, except my life...
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come...
there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
Be all my sins remembered.
Doubt not the stars are fire;
Doubt not the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
You cannot take from me anything that I will more
willingly part withal- except my life, except my life, except my life...
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come...
there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
Be all my sins remembered.