fictional-characters

"He said, and soon, obeying his Intent, Patroclus brought Briseis from her Tent; Then to th’ intrusted Messengers resign’d: She wept, and often cast her Eyes behind;"

"However much Briseis towards Achilles Turned her white buttocks, fairer than twin lilies, He found below the smooth Patroclus' waist Enjoyment more congenial to his taste."

"However much Briseis lay with her bottom turned towards him, the son of Aeacus found his beardless friend more congenial to his tastes."

"Then furl your Sails, once more your Anchors cast; Leave not your Country, nor your Honour blast. But go, or stay; with you I ought to move, Made yours by Right of War, and Right of Love."

"Shall I release the Prize I gain’d by Right, In taken Towns, and many a bloody Fight, While thou detain’st Briseis in thy Bands, By priestly glossing on the God’s Commands? Resolve on this, (a short Alternative) Quit mine, or, in Exchange, another give; Else I, assure thy Soul, by Sov’reign Right Will seize thy Captive in thy own Despight."

"From thy own Tent, proud Man, in thy despight, This Hand shall ravish thy pretended Right. Briseis shall be mine, and thou shalt see, What odds of awful Pow’r I have on thee:"

"Captive Briseis in a foraign Tongue More by her blots, than words, sets forth her wrong And yet these blots, which by my tears are made, Above all words, or writing should perswade. Subjects (I know) must not their Lords accuse; Yet prayers and tears we lawfully may use."

"Briseis, fair as golden Venus, saw Patroclus lying, pierced with mortal wounds, Within the tent; and with a bitter cry, She flung her down upon the corpse, and tore Her breast, her delicate neck, and beauteous cheeks; And, weeping, thus the lovely woman wailed: “Patroclus, dearly loved of this sad heart! When last I left this tent, I left thee full Of healthy life; returning now, I find Only thy lifeless corpse, thou Prince of men! So sorrow still, on sorrow heaped, I bear. The husband of my youth, to whom my sire And honoured mother gave me, I beheld Slain with the sword before the city walls: Three brothers, whom with me one mother bore, My dearly loved ones, all were doomed to death: Nor wouldst thou, when Achilles swift of foot My husband slew, and royal Mynês’ town In ruin laid, allow my tears to flow; But thou wouldst make me (such was still thy speech) The wedded wife of Pêleus’ godlike son: Thou wouldst to Phthia bear me in thy ship, And there, thyself, amid the Myrmidons, Wouldst give my marriage feast; then, unconsoled, I weep thy death, my ever-gentle friend!” Weeping, she spoke; the women joined her wail: Patroclus’ death the pretext for their tears, But each in secret wept her private griefs."

"Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do you make an ale-house of my lady’s house, that you squeak out your coziers’ catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?"

"Oh, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste with a distempered appetite."

"Why you have given me such clear lights of favour, Bade me come smiling and cross-garter'd to you, To put on yellow stockings and to frown Upon Sir Toby and the lighter people; And, acting this in an obedient hope, Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd, Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest, And made the most notorious geck and gull That e'er invention play'd on? tell me why."

"I think we do know the sweet Roman hand."

"Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?"

"Put thyself into the trick of singularity."

"This is my lady's hand these be her very C's, her U's and her T's and thus makes she her great P's."

"Who after this will say that Shakespeare's genius was only fitted for comedy? Yet after reading other parts of this play, and particularly the garden-scene where Malvolio picks up the letter, if we were to say that his genius for comedy was less than his genius for tragedy, it would perhaps only prove that our own taste in such matters is more saturnine than mercurial. [...] The letter and his comments on it are equally good. If poor Malvolio's treatment afterwards is a little hard, poetical justice is done in the uneasiness which Olivia suffers on account of her mistaken attachment to Cesario, as her insensibility to the violence of the Duke's passion is atoned for by the discovery of Viola's concealed love of him."

"Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?"

"Fry's Malvolio is a dessicated [sic] mandarin who makes a fool of himself because he mistakenly thinks he has a chance of love, more than of social advancement."

"Feste: What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild-fowl? Malvolio: That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird."

"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em."

"If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourself into stitches, follow me. Yond gull Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado; for there is no Christian, that means to be saved by believing rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness. He's in yellow stockings."

"This is no dusky Malvolio with wand and cap of office, but a Nigerian maiden in her ornate, though scanty, wedding finery."

"[W]e feel a regard for Malvolio, and sympathize with his gravity, his smiles, his cross-garters, his yellow stockings, and imprisonment in the stocks."

"Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the staves's end as well as a man in his case may do: has here writ a letter to you; I should have given't you to-day morning, but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much when they are delivered."

"I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you."

"After some boasting concerning the absence of poverty, crime, and falsehood in his country and about the pomp and wealth with which he goes forth to war, Prester John then comes to the description of his palace, which is similar to that which the Apostle Thomas built for Gundaphorus, King of India. Its gates of sardonyx mixed with cornucerastis (horn of the horned serpents) prevent the secret introduction of poison; a couch of sapphire keeps John chaste; the square before the palace where judicial duels are held is paved with onyx "in order that the courage of the fighters may be increased by the virtue of the stone." Near this square is a magic mirror which reveals all plots in the provinces subject to Prester John or inadjacent lands.- In some manuscripts...is a description of another palace which before Prester John's birth his father was instructed in a dream to build for his son. One feature of it is that no matter how hungry one maybe on entering it, he always comes out feeling as full as if he had partaken of a sumptuous banquet."

"In the extraordinary accounts of Prester John, which are first met in the twelfth century and were added to with succeeding centuries and which had great currency from the start, as the number of extant manuscripts shows, the natural marvels of India vie in impressiveness and wonderment with the power of Prester John himself and with the miracles of the Apostle Thomas. p. 252 He was of the ancient progeny of the Magi mentioned in the Gospel, ruled the same races as they, and enjoyed such glory and abundance that he was said to use only an emerald scepter. p.253"

"There are some little stones which eagles often bring to Prester John's territories and which worn on the finger preserve or restore the sight, or if consecrated with a lawful incantation, make one invisible and dispel envy and hatred and promote concord. After a description of a sea of sand in which there are various kinds of edible fish and a river of tones, Prester John soon mentions the worms which in his language are called salamanders, who cannot live except in fire, and from whose skins he has robes made which can be cleansed only by fire."

"In the twelfth and thirteenth centuries the Western Christian Church, through its Popes, was also aware of the existence of a Mysterious Spiritual Abode and Brotherhood in the heart of Asia, headed by the then famous Prester John, as this Great Spirit called himself. This Prester John, from time to time, sent admonishing and warning notes to the Popes and other heads of the Church. According to historical records, one of the Popes sent an embassy to Prester John in Central Asia. One can well imagine the purpose of such an embassy, and, of course, after diverse misfortunes and vicissitudes, this embassy returned, unable to find the Spiritual Citadel. Yet Prester John continued to send his admonishing notes."

"These cards and posters were printed as multicolored lithographs to produce easily readable images accompanied by tagline messages promoting such admirable qualities as teamwork, punctuality, loyalty, and safety. But what strikes me most is the concept of character education and the mottos that encourage better behavior are one of the legacies of the Arts & Crafts movement."

"Why envy? Learn successful methods and apply them."

"Working together gets it done quicker and better."

"Thought is essential to business development. The thinker wins."

"It's all new to the newcomer.Baiting beginners isn't helping them."

"Disorder and Neglect are the bosom friends of waste! Let's show them the door!"

"Excuses are poor substitutes for results. Apologists are strong on promises but weak on performance."

"Business owners hoped that these posters and cards would help boost productivity and morale and inculcate uneducated and immigrant workers with the virile values needed to thrive in the world of business."

"An old man will visit you someday and that man will be you! Greet him with a surplus by putting in your best licks now."

"It can't be done means nothing to the fellow who tries."

"What if I don't find you when we die, Nihan! In the other world... If you had died today, I would have killed myself. It's simple, clear, but the more I thought about it, the more scared I was. What if I can't find you there? I don't know what's out there? But I know something. You won't wait for me! This fear connects me to your life, your breath. I commit all my sins to be with you while I live. I know I'm gonna pay for them...I know when you're gone; even in return for my life, I won't find you there."

"If I had time, I would start by correcting your lumpen behaviors at first, Zeynep!"

"You will have a brother, Deniz. Let's hope his mother's genes remain recessive."

"You are a legendary enemy, Kemal Soydere! But after all, you're an enemy!"

"I'm not making a show, Nihan. Making shows is the job of jugglers. I am an educator. I give people lessons they will never forget."

"Don't carry your brain as an entrust! Use it, Tarık! You're gonna do everything I want until I say it's over! Like any treacher who sells his brother to his enemy! Like any murderer who doesn't choose to seek justice, but hide his guilt! You will do what I want!"

"Do you think you can be happy with that slouchy Hakan, Zeynep? At the end of two weeks, you would start having stomachache due to overdose unhappiness. You love adrenaline, you love passion. You like to go into a married man's room where you live in the same house as a married woman!"

"I'm not the one who upset you, Zeynep. It is your dream world! I'm telling you there's no room in my heart, there's a shortage of quota! But every time you say, Where can I put my love in your heart ... When I'm with you, I'm becoming another man I don't want to be all the time, Zeynep."

"If you become friend of my enemy, you become my enemy."

"It is these sudden movements that make me me."

"I'm a gun you're holding. If you pull my trigger, I'm not to blame."