by aurumlupus » Tue Apr 09, 2013 3:44 pm
A familiar feeling ran through Sev, creating an almost floating feeling. It was unique, but one that he felt each time with Shiya.
"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."