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  • #1
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.”
    L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

  • #2
    L.M. Montgomery
    “My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.”
    L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

  • #3
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.”
    L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

  • #4
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer.”
    L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

  • #5
    L.M. Montgomery
    “It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.”
    L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

  • #6
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Which would you rather be if you had the choice--divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?”
    L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

  • #7
    Philip Sidney
    “...the poet, he nothing affirmeth, and therefore never lieth.”
    Sir Philip Sidney, A Defence of Poetry

  • #8
    Philip Sidney
    “If you have so earth-creeping a mind that it cannot lift itself up to look to the sky of poetry...thus much curse I must send you, in the behalf of all poets, that while you live, you live in love, and never get favour for lacking skill of a sonnet; and, when you die, your memory die from the earth for want of an epitaph.”
    Sir Philip Sidney, A Defence of Poetry

  • #9
    Philip Sidney
    “I now have learn’d Love right, and learn’d even so,
    As who by being poisoned doth poison know.”
    Sir Philip Sidney, Astrophel And Stella

  • #10
    Philip Sidney
    “My true-love hath my heart and I have his,
    By just exchange one for the other given:
    I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
    There never was a bargain better driven.

    His heart in me keeps me and him in one;
    My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
    He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
    I cherish his because in me it bides.

    His heart his wound received from my sight;
    My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
    For as from me on him his hurt did light,
    So still, methought, in me his hurt did smart:

    Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,
    My true-love hath my heart and I have his.”
    Philip Sidney, The Poems of Sir Philip Sidney

  • #11
    William Shakespeare
    “Doubt thou the stars are fire;
    Doubt that the sun doth move;
    Doubt truth to be a liar;
    But never doubt I love.”
    William Shakespeare, Hamlet

  • #12
    William Shakespeare
    “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
    William Shakespeare, The Tempest

  • #13
    William Shakespeare
    “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.”
    William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  • #14
    William Shakespeare
    “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 odour! Enough; no more:
    'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
    O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
    That, notwithstanding thy capacity
    Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
    Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
    But falls into abatement and low price,
    Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
    That it alone is high fantastical.”
    William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

  • #15
    William Shakespeare
    “Words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find.”
    William Shakespeare, The Passionate Pilgrim

  • #16
    William Shakespeare
    “These violent delights have violent ends
    And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
    Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey
    Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
    And in the taste confounds the appetite.
    Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
    Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.”
    William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  • #17
    William Shakespeare
    “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: 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 despised 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 undiscover'd country from whose bourn
    No traveller 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.--Soft you now!
    The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
    Be all my sins remember'd!”
    William Shakespeare, Hamlet

  • #18
    William Shakespeare
    “My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.”
    William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew

  • #19
    William Shakespeare
    “My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
    My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
    The more I have, for both are infinite.”
    William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  • #20
    William Shakespeare
    “By the pricking of my thumbs,
    Something wicked this way comes.”
    William Shakespeare, Macbeth

  • #21
    William Shakespeare
    “The course of true love never did run smooth; But, either it was different in blood,
    O cross! too high to be enthrall’d to low.
    Or else misgraffed in respect of years,
    O spite! too old to be engag’d to young.
    Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,
    O hell! to choose love by another’s eye.”
    William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

  • #22
    William Shakespeare
    “My only love sprung from my only hate!
    Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
    Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
    That I must love a loathed enemy.”
    William Shakespeare

  • #23
    William Shakespeare
    “O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
    Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man
    What is in a name?
    That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,
    So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title,
    Romeo, Doth thy name!
    And for that name which is no part of thee, take all thyself.”
    William Shakespeare

  • #24
    William Shakespeare
    “Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
    That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”
    William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  • #25
    William Shakespeare
    “Let me not to the marriage of true minds
    Admit impediments. Love is not love
    Which alters when it alteration finds,
    Or bends with the remover to remove.
    O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
    That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
    It is the star to every wand'ring barque,
    Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
    Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
    Within his bending sickle's compass come;
    Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
    But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
    If this be error and upon me proved,
    I never writ, nor no man ever loved.”
    William Shakespeare, Great Sonnets

  • #26
    William Shakespeare
    “With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.”
    William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

  • #27
    William Shakespeare
    “Our doubts are traitors,
    and make us lose the good we oft might win,
    by fearing to attempt.”
    William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure

  • #28
    William Shakespeare
    “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:
    Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
    And too often is his gold complexion dimm'd:
    And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
    By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd;
    By 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.”
    William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets

  • #29
    William Shakespeare
    “Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.”
    William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  • #30
    William Shakespeare
    “Look like the innocent flower,
    But be the serpent under it.”
    William Shakespeare, Macbeth



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