Best 13 quotes in «desdemona quotes» category

I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

I am not merry, but I do beguile the thing I am by seeming otherwise.

If she be not honest, chaste, and true, there's no man happy.

I understand a fury in your words But not your words.

Space-ships and time machines are no escape from the human condition.

So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all.

There are no preconditions for jealousy. You don't have to be right, you don't have to be reasonable. Take Othello. He was neither right nor reasonable, and Desdemona ended up dead. I wouldn't mind Leanne ending up dead. I wouldn't mind exploding her into fireworks of peacock and pearl.

Adam leaned down and placed his lips next to her ear. He blew gently on it before he spoke. Mona leaned even closer into him as she listened intently to his words. "Desdemona." She moaned at the sound of her name on his lips. "I need to tell you something." His words were accompanied by warm air caressing her skin. "Before my time is done, I will watch the light fade from your eyes as you are sent to the hell you so deserve." Though his words promised destruction, the cadence of his voice still held her in a seductive rapture.

And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.

God me such uses send, Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend.

He stopped. She heard the intake of his breath. “You are my country, Desdemona.” Yearning, harsh and poignant and she felt herself swaying toward him. “My Egypt. My hot, harrowing desert and my cool, verdant Nile, infinitely lovely and unfathomable and sustaining.” She gasped. His gaze fell, shielded by his lashes. An odd, half-mocking smile played about his lips. “You’ll never hear old Blake say something like that.” She swallowed, unable to speak, her senses abraded by his stimulating words, her pulse hammering in anticipation? Trepidation? “Remember my words next time he calls you a bloody English rose.

Love he hates, hatred he loves! Iago, the Mephistopheles!

An old black ram is tupping your white ewe