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也许是吧，这一切都无所谓呀也许是吧，这一切都无所谓呀 那就把吐出的鲜血再吞下,把脱胎的天鹅 郑单衣
如果死亡是善良的也许如果死亡是善良的
那一定有回归的路 某个香气芬芳的夜晚,我们将返回地球 沿着回来的路找到海,弯下身子 呼吸着同样的红花草 低浅的,白色的 夜晚,我们将降临到有回声的海滩
连绵不断的似雷的海的声音 辽阔的星光下,每一个小时 我们都快乐无比 因为死亡是自由的 ----<如果死亡是善良的> 萨拉 蒂斯代尔 广岛之恋---（节）她 …… 我遇见你。 我记得你。 你是谁？你害了我。 你对我真好。 我怎么会怀疑这座城市生来就适合恋爱呢？ 我怎么会怀疑你天生就适合我的肉体呢？ 你中我的意。 多了不起的事情。 你使我高兴。 突然，何等的缓慢。 何等的温柔。 你不可能明白。 你害了我。 你对我真好。 你害了我。 你对我真好。 我有时间。 我求你了。 ……
我那时饥不择食。 渴望不贞、与人通奸、撒谎骗人，但求一死。 很久以来，一直这样。 我料到，你总有一天会突然出现在我面前。 我平静地、极其不耐烦地等待着你。 吞噬我吧。按照你的形象使我变样吧，以便在你之后，没有任何人会理解，为什么会有如此强烈的欲望。 我的爱，我们将单独相处。 黑夜将永无止境。 太阳将永不升起。 永远，总之，永远不再升起。 你害了我。 你对我真好。 我们将怀着满腔诚意，问心无愧地哀悼那消逝的太阳。 我们将没有别的事情要做，惟有哀悼那消逝的太阳。 时光将流逝。 惟有时光流逝而去。 然而，时光也会到来。 时光将到来。 到那时，我们将一点儿也说不出究竟是什么使我们俩结合。 那个字眼将渐渐从我们的记忆中消失。 然后，它将消失得无影无踪。
童心说
William Shakespeare Hamlet, II:2
There is nothing either good or bad, But thinking makes it so. Much Ado About Nothing, V:1 There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently. Hamlet, III:3 Words without thoughts never to heaven go. Othello, II:3 How poor are they that have not patience. Richard II, I:1 The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation. Two Gentlemen of Verona, I:2 They do not love that do not show their love. The Merchant of Venice, I:3 The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O what a goodly outside falsehood hath! King Lear, III:6 He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath. As You Like It, V:4 O Sir, we quarrel in print, by the book, as you have books for good manners. I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort Courteous; the second, the Quip Modest; the third, the Reply Churlish; the fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth, the Countercheck Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with Circumstance; the seventh, the Lie Direct. Pericles, Prince of Tyre, III:1 Oh! You gods, why do you make us love your goodly gifts, and snatch them straight away? MacBeth, III:4 The time has been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there, an end. But now they rise again With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools. Measure for Measure, II:2 O, it is excellent to have a giant's strength, But it is tyrannous to use it like a giant. Julius Caesar, IV:3 A friendly eye could never see such faults. Twelfth Night, I:1 If music be the food of love, play on. MacBeth, I:3 Have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner? The Merry Wives of Windsor, III:2 Defend your reputation, or bid farewell to your good life for ever. Measure for Measure, I:1 Heaven doth with us as we with torches do; not light them for themselves. Othello, III:3 He that filches from me my good name, robs me of that which not enriches him, but makes me poor indeed. Hamlet, V:1 Lay her i' the earth, and from her fair and unpolluted flesh may violets spring! Richard III, I:4 'Tis better to be brief than tedious. Sonnet 18 Does it get any better than this? 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: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But 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 gives life to thee. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hamlet Frailty, thy name is woman! Hamlet,Act: I, Scene: ii, Line: 146 Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Act: I, Scene: iv, Line: 90 And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither. Act: II, Scene: ii, Line: 328 The play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. Hamlet,Act: II, Scene: ii, Line: 641 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 heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of disprized love, the law's delay. The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveler returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. Hamlet,Act: III, Scene: i, Line: 56 Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remembered. Hamlet (to Ophelia),Act: III, Scene: i, Line: 89 Get thee to a nunnery. Hamlet (to Ophelia),Act: III, Scene: i, Line: 124 At your age The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble. Hamlet (to Gertrude),Act: III, Scene: iv, Line: 68 O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardor gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will. Hamlet (to Gertrude),Act: III, Scene: iv, Line: 82 Confess yourself to heaven; Repent what's past; avoid what is to come. Act: III, Scene: iv, Line: 149 There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. Hamlet,Act: II, Scene: ii, Line: 259 O God! Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story. Hamlet (to Horatio who wants to kill himself),Act: V, Scene: ii, Line: 358 It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Savior's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long; And then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallowed and so gracious is the time. Act: I, Scene: i, Line: 157 A little more then kin, and less than kind. Hamlet's first line about Claudius What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! Hamlet Seems, madam! Nay, it is; I know not “seems.” 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black. Hamlet (to Gertrude),Act: I, Scene: ii, Line: 76 There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Hamlet,Act: I, Scene: v, Line: 166 The time is out of joint; O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right! Hamlet,Act: I, Scene: v, Line: 188 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Julius Caesar Set honor in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently. Julius Caesar,Act: I, Scene: ii, Line: 86 Beware the ides of March. Soothsayer Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Cassius, Act: I, Scene: ii, Line: 134 O conspiracy! Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are most free? Act: II, Scene: i, Line: 77 I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones. Mark Antony Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds. Brutus ,Act: II, Scene: i, Line: 173 Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. Act: II, Scene: ii, Line: 32 O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk to this little measure? Act: III, Scene: i, Line: 148 Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much; such men are dangerous. Caesar O! pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers; Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood. Mark Antony, Act: III, Scene: i, Line: 254 Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause; and be silent, that you may hear. Mark Antony, Act: III, Scene: ii, Line: 13 Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Brutus ,Act: III, Scene: ii, Line: 22 Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones. Brutus,Act: III, Scene: ii, Line: 79 O Julius Caesar! thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails. Act: V, Scene: iii, Line: 94 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Macbeth Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? Macbeth,Act: II, Scene: i, Line: 33 Methought I heard a voice cry, “Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep!” the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast. Act: II, Scene: ii, Line: 36 Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 'twere a careless trifle. Malcolm Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red. Lady Macbeth,Act: II, Scene: ii, Line: 61 I am in blood Stepped in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. Macbeth,Act: III, Scene: iv, Line: 136 Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn The power of man, for none of woman born Shall harm Macbeth. Act: IV, Scene: i, Line: 79 All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Lady Macbeth, Act: V, Scene: i, Line: 56 Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Lady Macbeth, Act: V, Scene: i, Line: 42 If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly. Macbeth Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased; Pluck from the misery a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart? Macbeth After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further. Macbeth -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Midsummer Night's Dream For aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. Lysander, Act: I, Scene: i, Line: 132 To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days. Bottom To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Act: I, Scene: i, Line: 72 Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, “Behold!” The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion. Act: I, Scene: i, Line: 144 Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.† Act: I, Scene: i, Line: 234 Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire. Act: II, Scene: i, Line: 2 For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me? Act: II, Scene: i, Line: 224 Lord, what fools these mortals be! Puck,Act: III, Scene: ii, Line: 115 The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman; the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear! Act: V, Scene: i, Line: 7 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Much Ado About Nothing The world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. Benedick For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently. Leonato A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. Benedick How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping. Act: I, Scene: i, Line: 28 He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat. Act: I, Scene: i, Line: 76 Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent. Act: II, Scene: i, Line: 184 A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, When the age is in, the wit is out. Act: III, Scene: v, Line: 36 For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours. Act: IV, Scene: i, Line: 219 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Richard II This happy breed of men, this little world. Gaunt This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. Gaunt Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done. Act: I, Scene: i, Line: 182 How long a time lies in one little word! Act: I, Scene: iii, Line: 213 The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past. Act: II, Scene: i, Line: 12 For violent fires soon burn out themselves; Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short. Act: II, Scene: i, Line: 34 This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Feared by their breed and famous by their birth. Act: II, Scene: i, Line: 40 That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself. Act: II, Scene: i, Line: 65 I count myself in nothing else so happy As in a soul remembering my good friends. Act: II, Scene: iii, Line: 46 I see thy glory like a shooting star Fall to the base earth from the firmament. Act: II, Scene: iv, Line: 19 Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills. Act: III, Scene: ii, Line: 144 O! that I were as great As is my grief, or lesser than my name, Or that I could forget what I have been, Or not remember what I must be now. Act: III, Scene: iii, Line: 136 So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve, Found truth in all but one; I, in twelve thousand, none. God save the king! Will no man say, amen? Richard, Act: IV, Scene: i, Line: 170 I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock; My thoughts are minutes. Richard, Act: V, Scene: v, Line: 49 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Romeo and Juliet What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. Juliet, Act: II, Scene: ii, Line: 43 One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessened by another's anguish. Act: I, Scene: ii, Line: 47 See! how she leans her cheek upon her hand: O! that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek. Romeo,Act: II, Scene: ii, Line: 23 O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Juliet, Act: II, Scene: ii, Line: 33 You kiss by th' book Juliet, Act I, Scene v, Line: 13 Romeo: Lady, by yonder blessèd moon I swear That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops— Juliet: O! swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Act: II, Scene: ii, Line: 107 How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears! Act: II, Scene: ii, Line: 165 How art thous out of breath when thou hast enough breath to say to me that thou are out of breath? Juliet When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun. Act: III, Scene: ii, Line: 21 O! here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! Act: V, Scene: iii, Line: 109 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Tempest He that dies pays all debts. Stephano How many goodly creatures there are here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't! Act: V, Scene: i, Line: 183 We are such stuff As dreams are made on. Act IV, Scene i, Line: 667 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Twelfth Night If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odor! Act: I, Scene: i, Line: 1 Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon'em. Malvolio, quoting letter Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage. |
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