Quote by William Shakespeare
I stalk about her door like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks

I stalk about her door like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for wattage. – William Shakespeare

Other quotes by William Shakespeare

Since I was man,
Such sheets of fire, such bursts of torrid thunder
Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never
Remember to have heard. – William Shakespeare

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Thunderstorms
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Infatuation
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Strange, that some of us, with quick alternate vision, see beyond our infatuations, and even while we rave on the heights, behold the wide plain where our persistent self pauses and awaits us. – George Eliot

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Infatuation

There arent many irritations to match the condescension which a woman metes out to a man who she believes has loved her vainly for the past umpteen years. – Edward Hoagland

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Infatuation

One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love — any love — reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness. – Cesare Pavese

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Infatuation

Can it be that chance has made me one of those women so immersed in one man that, whether they are barren or not, they carry with them to the grave the shriveled innocence of an old maid? – Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

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Infatuation

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You have an absolute freedom in Mexican writing today in which you dont necessarily have to deal with the Mexican identity. You know why? Because we have an identity… We know who we are. We know what it means to be a Mexican. – Carlos Fuentes

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For me, and I suspect for lots of other people too, bad things actually sometimes make you think more about faith and the fact that youre not facing these things on your own. – David Cameron

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It is a great consolation for me to remember that the Lord, to whom I had drawn near in humble and child-like faith, has suffered and died for me, and that He will look on me in love and compassion. – Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

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