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"I write to express my love for the humanity."
"It's so easy to be a poetand so hard to be a man."
"The thing that I fear discriminating against is humor and truth."
"Express your feelings, no matter what. Make your every word beautiful, bright, and lovely. Make your every thought creative, caring, and lively."
"Stars don't need words to be heard, their beauty speaks for them."
"Dance to the music of your soul."
"Life is a sacred story."
"Writing is all about self-expression, we want to speak up, to get it off our chest. Whether we make an impact or not that is not for us to decide."
"Never be afraid to share your story. No one can tell it like you can."
"With a painter's temperament, all that's needed are the means of expression sufficient to be intelligible to the wide public."
Explore more quotes by William Shakespeare
"Do not forever with thy vailed lidsSeek for thy noble father in the dust.Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die,Passing though nature to eternity."
"Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love."
"PORTERThis is a lot of knocking! Come to think of it, if a man were in charge of opening the gates of hell to let people in, he would have to turn the key a lot."
"Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see."
"When he shall die,Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the face of heaven so fineThat all the world will be in love with nightAnd pay no worship to the garish sun."
"This world's a city full of straying streets, and death's the market-place where each one meets."
"The pow'r I have on you is to spare you / The malice towards you, to forgive you. Posthumus."
"How stand I, then,That have a father killed, a mother stained,Excitements of my reason and my blood,And let all sleep, while to my shame I seeThe imminent death of twenty thousand menThat for a fantasy and trick of fameGo to their graves like beds, fight for a plotWhereon the numbers cannot try the cause,Which is not tomb enough and continentTo hide the slain? O, from this time forthMy thoughts be bloody or be nothing."
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