A Quote by William Shakespeare

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night. — © William Shakespeare
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.
I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just-" Lily: "Slipped out? It’s too late. I’ve made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends ... You’ve chosen your way, I’ve chosen mine.
All night I have suffered; all night my flesh has trembled to bring forth its gift. The sweat of death is on my forehead; but it is not death, it is life!
A fine thought in fine language is a most precious jewel, and should not be hid away, but be exposed for use and ornament.
O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Into the dark night Resignedly I go, I am not so afraid of the dark night As the friends I do not know, I do not fear the night above As I fear the friends below.
Death is more certain than the morrow, than night following day, than winter following summer. Why is it then that we prepare for the night and for the winter time, but do not prepare for death. We must prepare for death. But there is only one way to prepare for death - and that is to live well.
Day turned to night, His friends scattered and death thought it had won. But heaven just started counting to three
If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the centre.
You ought not to be rude to an eagle, when you are only the size of a hobbit, and are up in hid eyrie at night!
The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night?
Blemishes are hid by night and every fault forgiven; darkness makes any woman fair.
Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man? Three treasures, love and light, And calm thoughts, regular as infants' breath; And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.
A library implies an act of faith which generations, still in darkness hid, sign in their night in witness of the dawn.
The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
I learnt too late that what is most important to us is always most precious at the moment it occurs, and it is precious in its absolute immediacy and not as some vague confirmation of future directions; since the only certain fact, aside from death, is the flimsiness of everything.
morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move through you. pain is the joy of knowing the unkindest truth that arrives without warning. life is being alone death is being alone. even the fools weep morning night and noon.
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