I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

When knowledge becomes rigid, it stops living.

Wealth is the ability to fully experience life.

Memory is the old, and it is afraid of the new.

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.

“I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.

“Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.”

True love cannot be found where it truly does not exist, nor can it be hidden where it truly does.

“Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen 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.”

“Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man’s son doth know.”

“Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.”

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

Nothing external to you has any power over you.

That which does not kill us makes us stronger.

A child educated only at school is an uneducated child.

I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne’er be younger.

Remember me.

Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love’s mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.

For she had eyes and chose me.

Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight. Mercutio: And so did I. Romeo: Well, what was yours? Mercutio: That dreamers often lie. Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.

My soul is in the sky.

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

Teachers open the door, but you must enter by yourself.

Be brave. Take risks. Nothing can substitute experience.

The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet.

There is no greater education than one that is self-driven.

The mind unlearns with difficulty what it has long learned.

Education is not filling a pail but the lighting of a fire.

My only love sprung from my only hate.

And therefore, – since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, – I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

There’s small choice in rotten apples.

He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.

I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.

“The course of true love never did run smooth.” 

There is no darkness but ignorance.”

“Love me or hate me, both are in my favor, if you love me, I’ll always be in your heart, if you hate me, I’ll always be in your mind.”

“Love cometh like sunshine after rain.”

I cannot teach anybody anything, I can only make them think. SocratesIn this life, all you need is for someone to believe in you.

Education is not preparation for life; education is life itself.

Never play with the feelings of others. Because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for a life time.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.

Who is it that can tell me who I am?

I defy you, stars.