Sandra Cisneros, “Little Miracles, Kept Promises”
Sir John Gielgud performs
Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, And Tomorrow
Macbeth - Soliloquy - Act 5 Scene 5
by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
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,
Sir John Gielgud performs Prospero’s epilogue speech from Shakespeare’s The Tempest - Act 5, Scene 1
Now my charms are all o’erthrown,
And what strength I have’s mine own,
Which is most faint: now, ‘tis true,
I must be here confined by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got
And pardon’d the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell;
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands:
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon’d be,
Let your indulgence set me free.
I hate distance. You meet the best people and they are always far away.
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I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.
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It’s kinda sad isn’t it?
That someone could hurt you so much that you have to write about it.
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— The Fault in Our Stars, John Green