Pamela Munoz

“Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“I would not wish Any companion in the world but you, Nor can imagination form a shape, Besides yourself, to like of.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked I cried to dream again.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.”
― Jane Austen, Persuasion