So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.— William Shakespeare
Helpful Midsummer quotations
Is not disease the rule of existence? There is not a lily pad floating on the river but has been riddled by insects. Almost every shrub and tree has its gall, oftentimes esteemed its chief ornament and hardly to be distinguished from the fruit. If misery loves company, misery has company enough. Now, at midsummer, find me a perfect leaf or fruit.
A tragedy is a tragedy, and at the bottom, all tragedies are stupid.
Give me a choice and I'll take A Midsummer Night's Dream over Hamlet every time. Any fool with steady hands and a working set of lungs can build up a house of cards and then blow it down, but it takes a genius to make people laugh.
Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad.
I think that's what makes many Swedes jealous of immigrant groups.
You [immigrants] have a culture, an identity, a history, something that brings you together. And what do we have? We have Midsummer's Eve and such silly things.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
All's well that ends well.
All is well that ends well
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
Too quick despairer, wherefore wilt thou go? Soon will the high Midsummer pomps come on, Soon will the musk carnations break and swell.
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose thy light; Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die, die.
To grow old is to lose everything. Aging, everybody knows it. Even when we are young, we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads when a grandfather dies. Then we row for years on the midsummer pond, ignorant and content.
Baseball is slovenly and excessive in midsummer, with its onrolling daily cascade of line scores and box scores, shifting statistics, highlights and lowlights, dingers and shutouts, streaks and slumps.
We often love to think now of the life of men on beaches,--at least in midsummer, when the weather is serene; their sunny lives onthe sand, amid the beach-grass and bayberries, their companion a cow, their wealth a jag of driftwood or a few beach plums, and their music the surf and the peep of the beech-bird.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold
As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.
I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.
Never anything can be amiss, when simpleness and duty tender it.
Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream
All furnished, all in arms; All plum'd like estridges that with the wind Bated like eagles having lately bathed; Glittering in golden coats like images; As full of spirit as the month of May And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer; Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.
The object of art is to give life a shape. Midsummer Nights Dream
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity
To you your father should be as a god.
I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.
O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.
So quick bright things come to confusion.
So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.
Actually I think 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' could sit very very perfectly in the middle of a Disney world I think.
The quality of life, which in the ardour of spring was personal and sexual, becomes social in midsummer.
In the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.