A Quote by William Shakespeare

Out of this nettle - danger - we pluck this flower - safety. — © William Shakespeare
Out of this nettle - danger - we pluck this flower - safety.
'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower-but if I could understand What you are, root and all, all in all, I should know what God and man is.
When you like a flower, you just pluck it. But when you love a flower, you water it daily.
All my life I have tried to pluck a thistle and plant a flower wherever the flower would grow in thought and mind.
Sacrifice may be a flower that virtue will pluck on its road, but it was not to gather this flower that virtue set forth on its travels.
'Safety', the wife of Pablo said. 'There is no such thing as safety. There are so many seeking safety here now that they make a great danger. In seeking safety now you lose all.'
Pluck not the wayside flower; It is the traveler's dower.
One could not pluck a flower without troubling a star.
We cannot pluck a flower witout disturbing a star.
What a time herbs and weeds, and such things could talk, A man in his garden one day did walk, Spying a nettle green (as th'emeraude) spread in a bed of roses like the ruby red. Between which two colors he thought, but his eye, The green nettle did the red rose beautify. "How be it," he asked the nettle, "what thing Made him so pert? So nigh the Rose to Spring.
Love not the flower they pluck and know it not, And all their botany is Latin names.
Ares ever loves to pluck all the fairest flower of an armed host.
Safety's just danger, out of place.
If the idea that my safety can only be enhanced by putting other people's privacy and safety in danger, then I don't want to be more safe.
A flower is not a flower. It is made only of non-flower elements - sunshine, clouds, time, space, earth, minerals, gardeners, and so on. A true flower contains the whole universe. If we return any one of these non-flower elements to its source, there will be no flower.
Our advantages fly away without aid. Pluck the flower. [Lat., Nostra sine auxilio fugiunt bona. Carpite florem.]
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