stars, hide your fires
"The prince of Cumberland! that is a step
On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see me black and deep desires"
- Excerpt from Shakespeare's Macbeth
This tattoo was submitted by Hilary.
Nothing Beside Remains
I MET a traveller from an antique land,
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
- Excerpt from Ozymandias
This tattoo was submitted by Stella Coombe from Cardiff, Wales, UK.
Le Petit Prince
Artwork from Le Petit Prince
Shakespeare
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
- Hamlet
Sylvia Plath & Christopher Marlowe
"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am."
- The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
"Consummatum est: this bill is ended,
And Faustus hath bequeathed his soul to Lucifer.
But what is this inscription on mine arm?
Homo fuge! Whither should I fly?
If unto God, he'll throw me down to hell.
My senses are deceived; here's nothing writ:
I see it plain, here in this place is writ,
Homo fuge! Yet shall not Faustus fly."
- Faustus in The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus
Shakespeare
"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."
-- From Macbeth
(See another picture here.)
Shakespeare
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
- Hamlet
Sophocles
"Give me life / wherever there is opportunity / to live"
- From Oedipus the King
Hedwig and the Angry Inch
Last time I saw you
We had just split in two.
You were looking at me.
I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar,
But I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face;
I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
That's the pain,
Cuts a straight line
Down through the heart;
We called it love.
So we wrapped our arms around each other,
Trying to shove ourselves back together.
We were making love,
Making love.
It was a cold dark evening,
Such a long time ago,
When by the mighty hand of Jove,
It was the sad story
How we became
Lonely two-legged creatures,
It's the story of
The origin of love.
That's the origin of love
- Excerpt from Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Origin of Love (full song)
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