There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It wasn’t ‘cause I thought I’d be...– Grey’s Anatomy
MACBETH: Act V, Scene V
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying...
And so each venture Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate With shabby...– T. S. Eliot
You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in...– Garden State