I took the one less traveled by
The speaker anticipates reflecting on a major life decision with a mix of emotions, recognizing its lasting impact and the ambiguity of its significance. The lines highlight how...
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
THE THOUSAND INJURIES of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult...
Montresor reveals a long-standing grudge against Fortunato, culminating in a vow of revenge after a final, unspecified insult. The ambiguity of his grievances and the lack of...
THE THOUSAND INJURIES of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat.
To be, or not to be, that is the question
Hamlet's soliloquy explores his deep internal conflict over existence, suffering, and the morality of action versus inaction, using elevated poetic language and literary devices...
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 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.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow / Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
This quote from Act 5, Scene 5 of Shakespeare's 'Macbeth' is Macbeth's famous soliloquy upon hearing of his wife's death. The surrounding analysis highlights Macbeth's descent...
The Queen, my lord, is dead.
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
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 nothing.
Stars, hide your fires; / Let not light see my black and deep desires:
Macbeth privately acknowledges that Malcolm's appointment as heir stands in the way of his own ambitions, and he contemplates committing terrible deeds to achieve the throne,...
DUNCAN:
Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
And you whose places are the nearest, know
We will establish our estate upon
Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter
The Prince of Cumberland;MACBETH:
The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step
On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires:
The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
I must not only punish but punish with impunity
Montresor insists that revenge is only complete if he escapes all consequences and ensures his victim knows who is punishing him and why, revealing his cold, calculated nature and...
I must not only punish but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.
…remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.
Atticus uses the image of the mockingbird to teach his children about the importance of protecting innocence and standing against injustice, establishing a central symbol and...
Atticus said to Jem one day, “I’d rather you shot at tin cans in the back yard, but I know you’ll go after birds. Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit ‘em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”
A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in...
Mrs. Mallard experiences a powerful awakening to her own autonomy after her husband's presumed death, reflecting the story's central themes of female repression, the longing for...
There would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination
The world is made up of two classes—the hunters and the huntees
Rainsford's confident dismissal of animal suffering and belief in a world divided into hunters and the hunted foreshadow his own reversal of fortune, highlighting themes of...
It will be light enough in Rio, promised Whitney. We should make it in a few days. I hope the jaguar guns have come from Purdey's. We should have some good hunting up the Amazon. Great sport, hunting.
The best sport in the world, agreed Rainsford.
For the hunter, amended Whitney. Not for the jaguar.
Don't talk rot, Whitney, said Rainsford. You're a big-game hunter, not a philosopher. Who cares how a
jaguar feels?Perhaps the jaguar does, observed Whitney.
Bah! They've no understanding.
Even so, I rather think they understand one thing—fear. The fear of pain and the fear of death.
Nonsense, laughed Rainsford. This hot weather is making you soft, Whitney. Be a realist. The world is made up of two classes—the hunters and the huntees. Luckily, you and I are hunters. Do you think we've
passed that island yet?
I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with...
Atticus teaches Jem and Scout that true courage is persevering in a righteous cause despite knowing you may not win, using Mrs. Dubose's fight against addiction as an example....
I wanted you to see something about her-I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do. Mrs. Dubose won, all ninety-eight pounds of her. According to her views, she died beholden to nothing and nobody. She was the bravest person I ever knew.