“
She speaks much of her father: says she hears
There's tricks i'th'world, and hems, and beats her heart,
Spurns enviously at straws, speaks things in doubt
That carry but half sense. Her speech is nothing.
Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
The hearers to collection. They aim at it,
And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts,
Which, as her winks and nods and gestures yield them,
Indeed, would make one think there might be thought,
Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
...more
”
― Hamlet
― Hamlet
“
She was limp and pathetic and woozy and I loved her, I realised, even more because I knew how completely it was doomed.
”
― Sympathy
― Sympathy