Many good cliches were penned by Shakespeare also, of course, they only became cliche because they were well loved and over used:
all that glitters is not gold, the merchant of venice pure as the driven snow, Macbeth alls well that ends well...bet you can't guess that one. overworked ideas? Only if you are feeling overworked and tired...the eye of the cynic and the eye of the romantic are both portrayed in these works. On May 21, 4:02 pm, frantheman <[email protected]> wrote: > With my penchant for pedantic accuracy, I have to correct you on the > tragedy, gruff; Macbeth (not Hamlet), Act V, Scene V! > > And then, there's that other marvellous line, which immediately > precedes the part you quoted: > "All our yesterday have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, > out ..." > > Francis > > On 21 Mai, 21:22, gruff <[email protected]> wrote: > > > How about the soliloquie, I think from Hamlet but I am unsure. I also > > have not looked up it's correct syntax so consider the below quote as > > a paraphrase. It comes from my faulty memory. > > > Out, out, brief candle. Live is but a walking shadow, a poor player > > who struts and frets his last hour upon the stage and then is heard > > no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, > > signifying nothing. > > > On May 19, 8:08 am, frantheman <[email protected]> wrote: > > > > Or, orn, as the Bard puts it all together at the end :-) > > > > Our revels now are ended. These our actors, > > > As I foretold you, were all spirits and > > > Are melted into air, into thin air: > > > And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, > > > The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, > > > The solemn temples, the great globe itself, > > > Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve > > > And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, > > > Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff > > > As dreams are made on, and our little life > > > Is rounded with a sleep. > > > > -- William Shakespeare > > > (The Tempest, Act IV, Scene I) > > > > On 19 Mai, 16:50, ornamentalmind <[email protected]> wrote: > > > > > "... Maybe its just me but I don't understand how anyone would live > > > > like that, without change...." - SD > > > > > Of course it is different for each of us...and, as best as I can tell, > > > > much of it is accidental. That notion aside, possibilities for these > > > > people who sit at the same counter, chatting w/the same people and > > > > perhaps even about the same things...it is possible that they are > > > > content. > > > > For you, perhaps to be content, you must keep jumping from one thing > > > > to another. Either way or at any point in the spectrum inbetween, > > > > neither way is better/worse... > > > > > William Shakespeare - All the world's a stage (from As You Like It > > > > 2/7) > > > > > "All the world's a stage, > > > > And all the men and women merely players: > > > > They have their exits and their entrances; > > > > And one man in his time plays many parts, > > > > His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, > > > > Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. > > > > And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel > > > > And shining morning face, creeping like snail > > > > Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, > > > > Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad > > > > Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, > > > > Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, > > > > Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, > > > > Seeking the bubble reputation > > > > Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, > > > > In fair round belly with good capon lined, > > > > With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, > > > > Full of wise saws and modern instances; > > > > And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts > > > > Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, > > > > With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, > > > > His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide > > > > For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, > > > > Turning again toward childish treble, pipes > > > > And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, > > > > That ends this strange eventful history, > > > > Is second childishness and mere oblivion, > > > > Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything." > > > > > On May 18, 6:07 pm, Slip Disc <[email protected]> wrote: > > > > > > It means that people have to pay their taxes, like it or not. {;-( > > > > > > The quote suggests, and I would agree, that people have a tendency to > > > > > stick it out in their lot in life not realizing that they can bail out > > > > > anytime. Sometimes it takes a devastating hurricane or tornado to get > > > > > people to that point of realization that life does move on. There > > > > > are some small towns I go to that I haven't been to in years. At the > > > > > cafe I see the same people doing the same thing, day after day, week > > > > > after week, month after month, year after year. I look at my life > > > > > and see that I have done more in one year than they have done in six > > > > > years. Maybe its just me but I don't understand how anyone would live > > > > > like that, without change. That is when I start to think about old > > > > > souls and new souls. Maybe that is all they can do. I feel like I've > > > > > been around the globe dozens of times in thousands of years. I > > > > > always want to be doing something new, never had a full time job in my > > > > > life and never had any job that lasted more than six months. I don't > > > > > want to know what I'm going to be doing for the rest of my life, to me > > > > > that is like death. So what it means to me is, I can walk out the > > > > > door today and wander about and soon I will have a whole new wonderful > > > > > life somewhere else. > > > > > > On May 18, 8:49 am, Molly Brogan <[email protected]> wrote: > > > > > > > "We hardly ever realize that we can cut anything out of our lives, > > > > > > anytime, in the blink of an eye." > > > > > > - Carlos Castaneda (1931 - ) > > > > > > > What do you think it means?- Hide quoted text - > > > > > > - Show quoted text - --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups ""Minds Eye"" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/Minds-Eye?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
