Quote by Thomas Kyd Download Open image ““Under feigned jest Are things conceal'd that else would breed unrest.”” — Thomas Kyd ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.1 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“i thought about the miseries people conceal and how they manage to survive.” — Jane Stanton Hitchcock Copy Share Image
“The things about which we most often jest are generally, on the contrary, the things that worry us but that we do not wish… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“There is no virtue in concealment. When the earth is rendered chaos, regulations of speech and propriety are rendered impotent, just as city may… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“Unfortunately he was one of those who always tend to take their own fancies seriously; and in whose otherwise legitimate extravagance there is too… — G.K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
“It was as though, so long as the deceit ran along quiet and monotonous, all of us let ourselves be deceived, abetting it unawares… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
“Dispensing indiscriminate justice and the righteous smell of gunpowder.” — Larry Correia Copy Share Image
“if concealment is the single weapon, then a villain is never a villain; one smiles to the very end.” — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“It is a great act of cleverness to conceal one's being clever.” — François de La Rochefoucauld Copy Share Image
“Most known motives are so suspect these days that I doubt whether the hidden ones are any better. All the same,” — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
“Qui jacet in terra non habet unde cadat. In me consumpsit vires fortuna nocendo, Nil superest ut iam possit obesse magis." (loosely translated: "He… — Thomas Kyd Copy Share Image
Thus must we toil in other men's extremes, That know not how to remedy our own. — Thomas Kyd Copy Share Image
“BEL-IMPERIA: Oh let me go; for in my troubled eyes Now may'st thou read that life in passion dies. HORATIO: Oh stay a while,… — Thomas Kyd Copy Share Image
Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world, but mass… — Thomas Kyd Copy Share Image
“HIERONIMO. See, who knock there. PEDRO. It is a painter, sir. HIERONIMO. Bid him come in, and paint some comfort. For surely there's none… — Thomas Kyd Copy Share Image
As I am never better than when I am mad; then methinks I am a brave fellow; then I do wonders: but reason abuseth… — Thomas Kyd Copy Share Image
Then haste we down to meet thy friends and foes; To place thy friends in ease, the rest in woes. For here though death… — Thomas Kyd Copy Share Image
In time the savage bull sustains the yoke; In time all haggard hawks will stoop to lure; In time small wedges cleave the hardest… — Thomas Kyd Copy Share Image
“My soule, poore soule thou talkes of things/ Thou knowest not what, my soule hath sliver wings,/ That mounts me up unto the highest… — Thomas Kyd Copy Share Image
