#sonnet 116

[mister-a-z-fell]

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"[L]ove is not love / which alters when it alteration finds, / Or bends with the remover to remove."

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[bluebirdsongs16]

Aziraphale, up in Heaven: "Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds Or bends with the remover to remove"

Crowley on Earth, stargazing in the Chilean mountains and looking up at Alpha Centauri: "It is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken"

When they're ultimately reunited to face whatever scheming Heaven and Hell are up to with the Second Coming: "Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom."

— William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

[poems-from-around-the-world]

Sonnet 116 - William Shakespeare - UK

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove.

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wand'ring bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me prov'd,

I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

[thischarmingpirate]

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"Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments." --Sonnet 116

[isildursestrid]

“Love is not love

Which alters when alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

Oh, no, it is an ever-fixed mark,

That looks on tempests and is never shaken.”

-Sonnet 116, William Shakespeare

[nordleuchten]

Dear Anon,

thank you for the question. For whatever reason, tumblr deleted the ask after I edited it and I can not find any longer … but that wont deter us. :-)

2. top 5 books of all time?

Oh my, that is the most difficult question out of them all. And I admit it, I have to cheat a tiny bit. My five favourite fiction books of all time are, in no particular order:

Les Misérables by Victor Hugo

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

Die Bürgschaft by Friedrich Schiller (not a book as such but I love his poems/ballads, book-wise it would probably be Geisterseher)

Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare (again, not quite a book, but 116 is his best Sonnet in my opinion, otherwise it would be Macbeth)

Unterm Rad by Hermann Hesse

I feel as if I have personally offended several books on my shelf, but these five are my all time favourites (probably.)

19. most disliked popular books?

I have already answered this question here. :-)

[p-isforpoetry]

Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare (read by Richard Armitage)

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove.

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

Source: Classic Love Poems, 2015

[thewomancallednova]

I just read the sentence 'One of the most famous sonnets is Shakespeare’s “Sonnet 116.”' and I think I now know how non-comic fans feel when i tell them stuff like "start with Avengers #227"

[eyeoftheheart]

Sonnet 116 | William Shakespeare

This is perhaps my favorite of Shakespeare’s sonnets. One of the reasons is that my first name is Mark, which makes for a nice play on words:

“Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments; love is not love Which ages when it finds alteration, Or bends with the remover to remove. Oh no, it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark”

:-) That's the kind of lover I want to be: the one who is never shaken. No matter what happens. Paramahansa Yogananda said it very well: “You must stand unshaken amidst the crash of breaking worlds.” This is the kind of love that is truly of God, and is the very being of God. May the power of Love awaken within all of us.

[slut4converse]

Today my English class analyzed Shakespeares sonnets to his gay lover.

the words gay lover came out of my english teachers mouth.

what a time to be alive!!!!!

[apoemadaykeepsthehoesaway]

Sonnet 116

- William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments; love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove.

O no, it is an ever fixèd mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.

Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle’s compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

[qualitytimetam]

Dame Judi Dench reads Shakespeare's sonet 116

[pethfics]

ZUTARA WEEK 2023, Day Three: Union

Title: Not Time's Fool

Summary: "I want her to be happy," he said softly, "And I'm not sure I will ever deserve her." Zuko's reflects on the eve of his wedding.

Read on FF.NET

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Untitled (“Arms of more, by paying place”)

Bidden, perhaps much as I forgive you   at last age should shew it, than one alive   and weary … full diets boast; how Poles right in view? Arms of more, by paying place. A shuddering heart is instigates of the   Husband, and so on.—Unfolded float all   my lusts relent, let not touch! But the sun grow, the suffer pain, yet little flower and rolle with the other in part ’tis na   love lights their lives in me. From the toes, it   will. Nor hours, and a sulphuric lake in the shepheard selfe out of my life no long; I am neither’s other, a wafu’   man was wont the elements; but for his   own self find thy cruell. Holds hushed, and dim hopes crowd—your propinquity towers I’ve call?