Minuetbynight
July 2011
41 posts
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
Alan Rickman
Alan Rickman reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
omgomgomg <3
“Nothing to me feels as good as laughing incredibly hard.”
—Steve Carell (via e-pic)
Aw, Monarch of the Glen. I'll miss you.
- lucy: i knew that if you loved me.. i could tell you and you'd forgive me.
- paul: i'm not sure i can forgive you.
- lucy: because you dont love me.. do you?
- paul: lucy... i wanted to... its just--
- lucy: its just isabelle, isnt it? its always been isabelle.
- paul: im really sorry.
- lucy: so am i.
“in sciences, there is creation; in art, creation, but in this art [politics] there is nothing but abuse”
—William Banks speaking in Virginia Woolf’s To The Lighthouse
“They say the best men are molded out of faults, and, for the most, become much more the better for being a little bad.”
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William Shakespeare (via quote-book) from the play measure for measure.
if i’d never made that mistake, as terrible as it was, as heartbreaking the consequence… maybe i’d have never really understood. all i can do now is try. i am trying to make the loss worth its impact.
