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,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Love them all, but that first one made me laugh out loud. I can so relate.
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ReplyDeleteLOVE the border collie one! Linda in Kansas
ReplyDeleteThank you for the chuckles, Annie.
ReplyDeleteGotta love those border collies.
ReplyDeleteHeeheehee! That first one, especially, I have to remember that.
ReplyDeleteLove the border collie one.
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