Sister, forbear, or I shall hate thee soon, And the dead man will hate thee too, with cause. Say I am mad and give my madness rein To wreck itself; the worst that can befall Is but to die an honorable death.
I don't even exist—I'm no one. Nothing.
When a man has lost all happiness, he's not alive. Call him a breathing corpse.
Having advanced to the limit of boldness, child, you have stumbled against the lofty pedestal of Justice.
I didn't say yes. I can say no to anything I say vile, and I don't have to count the cost. But because you said yes, all that you can do, for all your crown and your trappings, and your guards—all that your can do is to have me killed.
A sight to touch e'en hatred's self with pity.