Manju

“O, she was foul!— I scarce did know you, uncle; there lies your niece, Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: I know this act shows horrible and grim. GRATIANO Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead: Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain: did he live now, This sight would make him do a desperate turn, Yea, curse his better angel from his side, And fall to reprobance. OTHELLO 'Tis pitiful; but yet Iago knows That she with Cassio hath”
― William Shakespeare

“Bien souvent, dans la contemplation et la rêverie, nous jouissons de l’univers sans lui demander ses comptes ; nous aspirons la vie enivrante de la terre avec une irréflexion absolue, et la nuit étoilée et”
― Jaures, Jean, Poèmes

“Soft you; a word or two before you go. I have done the state some service, and they know't.— No more of that.—I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely, but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but,”
― William Shakespeare, Othello

“was just after two in the morning. She hoped that the dress she wore would attract the wrong kind of attention. She wasn’t trying to look like a prostitute, just vulnerable. The knee-length dress was decorated with a pretty floral pattern. It was the shortest dress she would ever wear. Her top wasn’t revealing at all. The red angora sweater gave nothing away. Jeans were”
― Jonas Saul, The Crypt