From Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, 1600:
JULIET:
'Tis but thy name that is
my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though
not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor
hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any
other part
Belonging to a man. O, be
some other name!
What's in a name? that
which we call a rose
By any other name would
smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not
Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection
which he owes
Without that title. Romeo,
doff thy name,
And for that name which is
no part of thee
Take all myself.
Helen Keller
Believe, when you are most unhappy, that there is
something for you to do in the world. So long as you can sweeten another's
pain, life is not in vain.
Fear of Darkness II - by MARCELO GLEISER
An old man sits in the dark
thinking of his dead lovers.
Night had fallen fast, faster every day…
A star blinks in the distance. An invitation to eternity?
Invisible worlds so far to see.
Do they still love me up there? Are they stardust now?
He dreamed of certainties
where none exists.
Hoping to fill the emptiness,
He looked beyond and saw nothing.
An owl screeches in the distance.
The old man smiles. He is still here.
He picks up the phone. Who should he call?
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