Awesome Quotes

[SilverDNA]

"When I believe in something, I fight like hell for it."

Steve McQueen

[grannywils]

"Courage is the most important of all virtues, because without it we can't practice any other virtue with consistency" - Maya Angelou

[SilverDNA]

"We live, not as we wish to, but as we can."

Menander

[SilverDNA]

GLOUCESTER:

Now is the winter of our discontent

Made glorious summer by this sun of York;

And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house

In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;

Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;

Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,

Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.

Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;

And now, instead of mounting barded steeds

To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,

He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber

To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,

Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;

I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty

To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;

I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,

 

Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,

Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time

Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,

And that so lamely and unfashionable

That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;

Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,

Have no delight to pass away the time,

Unless to spy my shadow in the sun

And descant on mine own deformity:

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.

Richard III Act 1 Sceen 1

Shakespeare

 

About a disabled and outcast person that seek revenge on society. Ageless!

[Aurielius]

Quotes not awesome enough and withdrawn

[SilverDNA]

Inferno: Part one of the Divine Comedy

Canto III: The Gate of Hell

Original Text:

"Per me si va ne la città dolente,

per me si va ne l'etterno dolore,

per me si va tra la perduta gente.

Giustizia mosse il mio alto fattore:

fecemi la divina podestate,

la somma sapienza e 'l primo amore.

Dinanzi a me non fuor cose create

se non etterne, e io etterno duro.

Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate."

 

Translation:

"Through me you go to the grief wracked city;

Through me you go to everlasting pain;

Through me you go a pass among lost souls.

Justice inspired my exalted Creator:

I am a creature of the Holiest Power,

of Wisdom in the Highest and of Primal Love.

Nothing till I was made was made,

only eternal beings, and I endure eternally.

Surrender as you enter, every hope you have."

 

(Full inscription on the top of the gate.)

Dante Alighieri

funny I found a very minor error in the translation on wikipedia as I double checked this out

Edited July 31, 2010 by SilverDNA

[SilverDNA]

The truth sometimes not sought for comes forth to the light.

Menander

[zprospero]

Death: Humans need fantasy to *be* human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.

Susan: With tooth fairies? Hogfathers?

Death: Yes. As practice, you have to start out learning to believe the little lies.

Susan: So we can believe the big ones?

Death: Yes. Justice, mercy, duty. That sort of thing.

Susan: They're not the same at all.

Death: You think so? Then take the universe and grind it down to the finest powder, and sieve it through the finest sieve, and then show me one atom of justice, one molecule of mercy. And yet, you try to act as if there is some ideal order in the world. As if there is some, some rightness in the universe, by which it may be judged.

Susan: But people have got to believe that, or what's the point?

Death: You need to believe in things that aren't true. How else can they become?

 

From Hogfather, by Terry Pratchett

[SilverDNA]

Good laws lead to the making of better ones; bad ones bring about worse.

Jean-Jacques Rousseau

[SilverDNA]

Hamlet:

To be, or not to be, — that is the question: —

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them? — To die, to sleep, —

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; —

To sleep, perchance to dream: — ay, there's the rub;

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause: there's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life;

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death, —

The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn

No traveller returns, — puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know naught of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;

And enterprises of great pith and moment,

With this regard, their currents turn awry,

And lose the name of action.

Soft you now!

The fair Ophelia! — Nymph, in thy orisons

Be all my sins remember'd.

Act III, scene I

William Shakespeare

I can not belive no one made this here before.