life is hard, i know, and it can get particularly harder when you feel like there is no break from the monotonous stream of failure. but at the very least, when you least expect it, you are treated to greatness that live immortal through the words of geniuses past; and like puffs of fresh air, they revive you into thinking that better things are possible.
Romeo (To Juliet): If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Juliet: Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
Romeo: Have not saints lips, and holy palmerstoo?
Juliet: Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
Romeo: O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant though, lest faith turn to despair.
Romeo and Juliet, Act I, Scene V,
William Shakespeare.
Breathe in, breathe out. I hope that you all find your little tidbit of joy in these words, much like I have. And now there is hope again. How can there be none in a world where beautiful words such as these can exist?
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