I cannot lose the only thing that keeps me alive: hope. A word that is often with us in the morning, gets wounded throughout the day, and dies at dusk, but resurrects with the dawn.
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I must be cruel, only to be kind.
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There's daggers in men's smiles.
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If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces.
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Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
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What is past is prologue.
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All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.
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Parting is such sweet sorrow.
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The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
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Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
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