Ali

“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

“There is no perfection only life”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?”
― Virginia Woolf

“Hell is just a frame of mind.”
― Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus