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.
Macbeth Act 5, Scene 5,, 19-28
Some of us have more trouble with tomorrow than others.......
3 comments:
Mother said there'd be days like this, but she didn't say there'd be so many.
One good quote deserves another:
"
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-capped 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.
--Prospero, Act IV, scene i"
Very cool picture of the Bard of Avon.
Nice quote too!
One can never quote too much Shakespeare!
"Things without all remedy should be without regard; what's done is done."
- Macbeth III:ii
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