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"Now is the winter of our discontent."
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"Personal discontent and lost illusion is the catalysis and the principal theme for every book ever written. The sign of maturity is when a person finally realizes that they would rather live truthfully than persist indulging his or her comforting delusions."
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"He that is discontented in one place will seldom be happy in another."
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"When your focus on earth is only on material things and earthly blessings you will never be satisfied."
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"Now is the winter of our discontent."
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"Humans are forever discontent-always thinking there are better alternatives to their present circumstances."
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"The thirst to know and understand, a large and liberal discontent."
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"I hate Hera."
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"Blessed with riches and possibilities far beyond anything imagined by ancestors who tilled the unpredictable soil of medieval Europe, modern populations have nonetheless shown a remarkable capacity to feel that neither who they are nor what they have is quite enough."
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"My love is as a fever, longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease;Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,The uncertain sickly appetite to please.My reason, the physician to my love,Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,Hath left me, and I desperate now approve,Desire his death, which physic did except.Past cure I am, now reason is past care,And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,At random from the truth vainly express'd;For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,Who art as black as hell, as dark as night."
Love
"Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there."
Love
"Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!O any thing, of nothing first create!O heavy lightness! Serious vanity!Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!This love feel I, that feel no love in this.Dost thou not laugh?"
Love
"This above all: to thine own self be true."
Life
"This bond is forfeit And lawfully by this the Jew may claim A pound of flesh."
Justice
"They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps."
Language
"The Weird Sisters, hand in hand,Posters of the sea and land,Thus do go, about, about,Thrice to thine, thrice to mine,And thrice again to make up nine.Peace, the charm's wound up."
Fate
"As full of spirit as the month of May."
Life
"Where is Polonius? HAMLET In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But if indeed you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby."
Life
"A young man married is a man that's marred."
Marriage
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