Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,-- Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.
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A plane is a bad place for an all-out sleep, but a good place to begin rest and recovery from the trip to the faraway places you've been, a decompression chamber between Here and There. Though a plane is not the ideal place really to think, to reassess or reevaluate things, it is a great place to have the illusion of doing so, and often the illusion will suffice.
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted;
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.
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We used chamber-pots a good deal.... My mother ... loved to repeat: 'When did the queen reign over China?' This whimsical and harmless scatolo...
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Experience is never limited, and it is never complete it is an immense sensibility, a kind of huge spider web of the finest silken threads suspended in the chamber of consciousness, and catching every airborne particle in its tissue.
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Take all your dukes and marquesses and earls and viscounts, pack them into one chamber, call it the House of Lords to satisfy their pride and then strip it of all political power. It's a solution so perfectly elegant and preposterous that only the British could have managed it.
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The greatest right in the world is the right to be wrong. If the Government or majorities think an individual is right, no one will interfere with him; but when agitators talk against the things considered holy, or when radicals criticise, or satirize the political gods, or question the justice of our laws and institutions, or pacifists talk against war, how the old inquisition awakens, and ostracism, the excommunication of the church, the prison, the wheel, the torture-chamber, the mob, are called to suppress the free expression of thought.
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I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
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I tried to resist his overtures, but he plied me with symphonies, quartettes, chamber music, and cantatas.
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Alas, poor Yorick I knew him, Horatio a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now your gambols, your songs your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar Not one now, to mock your own grinning Quite chap-fallen Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.
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The hotel was once where things coalesced, where you could meet both townspeople and travelers. Not so in a motel. No matter how you build it, the motel remains the haunt of the quick and dirty, where the only locals are Chamber of Commerce boys every fourth Thursday. Who ever heard the returning traveler exclaim over one of the great motels of the world he stayed in? Motels can be big, but never grand.
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While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin,...
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Nobody outside of a baby carriage or a judge's chamber believes in an unprejudiced point of view.
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The camera is a killing chamber, which speeds up the time it claims to be conserving. Like coffins exhumed and priced open, the photographs put on show what we were and what we will be again.
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Science is a first-rate piece of furniture for a man's upper chamber, if he has common sense on the ground floor
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When fortune empties her chamber pot on your head, smile and say We are going to have a summer shower.
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Eric Draven Suddenly their came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. You heard me rapping, right
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The pepper-box: what a lovely little instrument. Once a man went so far as to pull the trigger, all bets were off. It might discharge one chamber, or two, or all might go. The only sure thing was that that there was no safe place to be but behind it.
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In 1981 ... I sat in the House chamber when another new president talked to the American people about stimulating the economy,
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Science is a first-rate piece of furniture for a man's upper chamber, if he has common sense on the ground floor.
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Science is a first-rate piece of furniture for a man's upper chamber, if it has common sense on the ground floor.
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Conscience is the chamber of justice.
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Science is a first-rate piece of furniture for a man's upper chamber, if he has common sense on the ground floor.
Science
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...for no man lives in the external truth among salts and acids, but in the warm, phantasmagoric chamber of his brain, with the painted windows and the storied wall.
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A healthy body is a guest chamber for the soul: a sick body is a prison.
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There is but an inch of difference between a cushioned chamber and a padded cell.
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I will make a Star-chamber matter of it.
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A work of art is an echo chamber which repeats what people say about it.
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