A Midsummer Night S Dream Quotes

“Are you sure That we are awake? It seems to me That yet we sleep, we dream”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so;
And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“But we are spirits of another sort:
I with the morning's love have oft made sport,
And, like a forester, the groves may tread,
Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red,
Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,
Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“Aşk bir çocuktur derler ya, nedeni budur işte,
Öyle çok yanılır ki yaptığı seçimlerde.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“Love can transpose to form and dignity.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“I love thee. By my life, I do.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind , and therefore is wingd Cupid painted blind”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“I auditioned for the next play our director, Dominic, had lined up: A Midsummer Night's Dream, touring at several different parks in the Puget Sound area in July and August. Dominic cast me as Puck.

"A fairy?" Andy said, all innocence.

"I know you're not going to comment on that," I said.

"I could've made better jokes with 'Bottom.”
― Molly Ringle, All the Better Part of Me

“Sickness is catching: O, were favour so,
Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go;
My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye,
My tongue should catch your tongue’s sweet melody.”
― William Shakespeare, A Mid Summer Night's Dream

“The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact”
― William Shakespeare, A Mid Summer Night's Dream

“A Martian Midsummer Night's Dream by Stewart Stafford

On Mars's pristine ruddy hue, we tread,
Above, stars as adamantine algae spread.
Phobos and Deimos, twin moons fair,
Primeval river beds form a spidery lair.
Dust storms tower above dried-up seas,
A vast red alien desert, shorn of trees.

Oberon and Titania's gamesmanship spite,
Quarrel deep in the Martian summer night.
Puckish antics stir starry lovers' hearts true,
As spells and dreams on tangled paths pursue.

On Olympus Mons, Vulcan gods watch and scheme,
Echoes of old wars fuelling plans extreme;
A Wellsian tome of the tripod Martian foe,
Of invasive seeds, spread to Earth to sow.

In Valles Marineris, where canyons stretch away,
Dead of night gives birth to coppery day.
A frontier vision, both opaque and diamond clear,
Magical flights of fancy on an untamed sphere.

© 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford