In years past I had this memorized.
Macbeth, Act V, Scene v
Macbeth has just learned of his wife's death:
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
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.
It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
That's the quote I was looking for........LOL.