by aurumlupus » Wed Jan 09, 2013 4:15 pm
Sev caught up with her, sitting next to her. "I forgot you could run so fast." He said, slightly out of breath.
Daemon shrugged. "Whatever for?"
"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, signifying nothing."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."