💬 Quotes

"Home isn't a place. It's the people you're willing to go through hell for."

"I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one."

"If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?"

"The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath."

"All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told."

"I am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground."

"So is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father."

"I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one."

"If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?"

"All that glisters is not gold— Often have you heard that told."

"The quality of mercy is not strain'd. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath."

"I am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground."

"How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears."

"Things never happen the same way twice."

"I was the lion. I was the lamb. I was the child. I was the rock. I am the one who brings the dawn."

"You come of the Lord Adam and the Lady Eve. And that is both honour enough to erect the head of the poorest beggar, and shame enough to bow the shoulders of the greatest emperor on earth."

"To be born into a world of trees and rivers and the smell of rain, only to spend one's days in a cage of stone and fear—that is the tragedy of the Telmarines."

"Doubt is a shadow that falls between the heart and the light; it is not the light itself."

"Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed."

"I was a butterfly trapped in a jar, wings clipped, waiting for the day I’d either learn to fly in captivity or perish within the glass."