Alessandra Ribolini

“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“En un lugar de la Mancha de cuyo nombre no quiero acordarme...”
― Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, El Ingenioso Hidalgo Don Quijote De La Mancha, Volume 1

“This thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest