“She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them”

OTHELLO Her father loved me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, That I have passed. I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field Of hair-breadth scapes i' the imminent deadly breach, Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence And portance in my travels' Read more [...]

“After life’s fitful fever he sleeps well”

LADY MACBETH How now, my lord! why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies your companions making, Using those thoughts which should indeed have died With them they think on? Things without all remedy Should be without regard: what's done is done. MACBETH  We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it: She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth. But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear and Read more [...]

“Tis destiny unshunnable, like death”

OTHELLO Haply for I am black, And have not those soft parts of conversation That chamberers have; or for I am declined Into the vale of years—yet that’s not much— She’s gone. I am abused, and my relief Must be to loathe her. O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad And live upon the vapor of a dungeon Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others’ uses. Yet ’tis the plague of great ones; Prerogatived Read more [...]

“There’s daggers in men’s smiles”

MALCOLM What will you do? Let's not consort with them: To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy. I'll to England. DONALBAIN To Ireland, I; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer: where we are, : the near in blood, The nearer bloody. MALCOLM This murderous shaft that's shot Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse; And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, But shift away: there's warrant in that theft Which Read more [...]

“I kissed thee ere I killed thee, no way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.”

These are the last words of Othello before killing his wife, Desdemona in Shakespeare’s famous play, Othello. (Act V, Scene II, lines 359-360)

Othello feels that is was his jealousy and love which killed Desdemona -  so he kisses her for the last time to make a revenge on himself.

“I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at; I am not what I am.”

This quotation is from Shakespeare’s famous play, Othello. This is a sentence from the opening scene, when Iago and Roderigo talks about the relationship of Othello and Desdemona. This is the part, where tha audience learns that it’s no good to trust in Iago.

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