I'm out of the office and blogging from queue until I've saved the parallel dimension where I've gone on a quest. There'll be some posts: lots of quotes, some personal stuff I've had saved in drafts because I was too lazy to finish them, and a couple other things. Never fear - or do fear, maybe you're terrified of my blogging, though I hope note - I will return to my regular blogging sometime mid-August. For those of you checking out this blog for the first time, there's normally a lot more fandom - Supernatural, Welcome to Night Vale, Doctor Who, and more - in addition to the Shakespeare quotes and personal movie reviews.
Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but love.
William Shakespeare, Love’s Labours Lost
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
William Shakespeare, As You Like It
PLEASE DEAN BABY PLEASE STOP
WAIT DOES THIS MEAN THAT SAM STARTED DRINKING DEMON BLOOD AGAIN???
DID SAM START DRINKING DEMON BLOOD AGAIN??
DO NOT KILL YOUR BROTHER
CAS INTERVENE WE NEED ANGELIC INTERVENTION PLEASE SAVE YOUR BOYFRIEND
DO NOT KILL YOUR BROTHER DEAN
DO NOT KILL YOUR BROTHER SAM
SEND HELP PLEASE I’M NOT OKAY
Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimension, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? 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?
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies.
William Shakespeare, Othello
Otherwise known as the real reason we all hate Iago…
O! It is excellent
To have a giant’s strength, but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.
William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure
In Shakespeare the birds sing, the bushes are clothed with green, hearts love, souls suffer, the cloud wanders, it is hot, it is cold, night falls, time passes, forests and multitudes speak, the vast eternal dream hovers over all. Sap and blood, all forms of the multiple reality, actions and ideas, man and humanity, the living and the life, solitudes, cities, religions, diamonds and pearls, dung-hills and charnelhouses, the ebb and flow of beings, the steps of comers and goers, all, all are on Shakespeare and in Shakespeare.
Victor Hugo (1802-1885), William Shakespeare (via annaleigh25495)