ᐅ111+ Famous Shakespeare Quotes on Life, Love and Death

“For it falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us While it was ours.” ― William Shakespeare

“Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.” ― William Shakespeare

“Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none. A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.” ― William Shakespeare

“Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still look so.” ― William Shakespeare

“Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel? Polonius: By the mass, and ‘tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius: It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet: Or like a whale? Polonius: Very like a whale.” ― William Shakespeare

“How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child!” ― William Shakespeare

“It’s easy for someone to joke about scars if they’ve never been cut.” ― William Shakespeare

“Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance.” ― William Shakespeare

“Summer's lease hath all too short a date.” ― William Shakespeare

“What, you egg?” ― William Shakespeare

“We burn daylight.” ― William Shakespeare

“Out of her favour, where I am in love.” ― William Shakespeare

“But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.” ― William Shakespeare

“Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire and air; my other elements I give to baser life. So; have you done? Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips. Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell. Kisses them. IRAS falls and dies Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall? If thou and nature can so gently part, The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts, and is desired. Dost thou lie still? If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world It is not worth leave-taking.” ― William Shakespeare

“Get thee to a nunnery.” ― William Shakespeare

“Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry. Katherine: If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Petruchio: My remedy is then, to pluck it out. Katherine: Ay, if the fool could find where it lies. Petruchio: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail. Katherine: In his tongue. Petruchio: Whose tongue? Katherine: Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell. Petruchio: What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.” ― William Shakespeare

“You have witchcraft in your lips, there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs.” ― William Shakespeare

“Who knows himself a braggart, let him fear this, for it will come to pass that every braggart shall be found an ass.” ― William Shakespeare

“From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain and nourish all the world.” ― Shakespeare

“Officers, what offence have these men done? DOGBERRY Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves.” ― William Shakespeare

“More of your conversation would infect my brain.” ― William Shakespeare

“That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.” ― William Shakespeare

“The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately.” ― William Shakespeare

“Educated men are so impressive!” ― William Shakespeare

“I must be gone and live, or stay and die.” ― William Shakespeare

“Olmak ya da olmamak, işte bütün mesele bu! Düşüncemizin katlanması mı güzel Zalim kaderin yumruklarına, oklarına Yoksa diretip bela denizlerine karşı Dur, yeter demesi mi? Ölmek, uyumak sadece! Düşünün ki uyumakla yalnız Bitebilir bütün acıları yüreğin, Çektiği bütün kahırlar insanoğlunun. Uyumak, ama düş görebilirsin uykuda, o kötü. Çünkü, o ölüm uykularında Sıyrıldığımız zaman yaşamak kaygısından Ne düşler görebilir insan, düşünmeli bunu. Bu düşüncedir felaketleri yaşanır yapan. Yoksa kim dayanabilir zamanın kırbacına? Zorbanın kahrına, gururunun çiğnenmesine Sevgisinin kepaze edilmesine Kanunların bu kadar yavaş Yüzsüzlüğün bu kadar çabuk yürümesine Kötülere kul olmasına iyi insanın Bir bıçak saplayıp göğsüne kurtulmak varken? Kim ister bütün bunlara katlanmak Ağır bir hayatın altında inleyip terlemek Ölümden sonraki bir şeyden korkmasa O kimsenin gidip de dönmediği bilinmez dünya Ürkütmese yüreğini? Bilmediğimiz belalara atılmaktansa Çektiklerine razı etmese insanları? Bilinç böyle korkak ediyor hepimizi: Düşüncenin soluk ışığı bulandırıyor Yürekten gelenin doğal rengini. Ve nice büyük, yiğitçe atılışlar Yollarını değiştirip bu yüzden Bir iş, bir eylem olma gücünü yitiriyorlar. W. Shakespeare

“WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England That do no work to-day! KING. What's he that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin; If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England. God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more methinks would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse; We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is call'd the feast of Crispian. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.' Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that day. Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words- Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester- Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red. This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.” ― William Shakespeare

“Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.” ― William Shakespeare

“Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.” ― William Shakespeare

“Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest, Ride more than thou goest, Learn more than thou trowest, Set less than thou throwest” ― William Shakespeare

“I am a man more sinned against than sinning” ― William Shakespeare

“Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.” ― William Shakespeare

“Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.” ― William Shakespeare

“Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.” ― William Shakespeare

“O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me to untie.” ― William Shakespeare

“Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.” ― William Shakespeare

“Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come” ― William Shakespeare

“Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.” ― William Shakespeare

“When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.” ― William Shakespeare

“And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.” ― William Shakespeare

“Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit, And, in strong proff of chastity well armed, From Love's weak childish bow she lives uncharmed. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold. O, she is rich in beauty; only poor That, when she dies, with dies her store. Act 1,Scene 1, lines 180-197” ― William Shakespeare

“Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke: Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the lightning-flash, Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Fear not slander, censure rash; Thou hast finished joy and moan; All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust. No exorciser harm thee! Nor no witchcraft charm thee! Ghost unlaid forbear thee! Nothing ill come near thee! Quiet consummation have; And renownéd be thy grave!” ― William Shakespeare

“There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.” ― William Shakespeare

“Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't.” ― William Shakespeare

“I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.” ― William Shakespeare

“So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.” ― William Shakespeare

“How does he love me? With adoration, with fertile tears, With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.” ― William Shakespeare

“I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself king of infinite space.” ― William Shakespeare

“What's done, is done” ― William Shakespeare

“You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs; still am I king of those.” ― William Shakespeare

“Life... is a paradise to what we fear of death.” ― William Shakespeare

“There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.” ― William Shakespeare

“In jest, there is truth.” ― William Shakespeare

“What do I fear? Myself? There’s none else by. Richard loves Richard; that is, I and I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am. Then fly! What, from myself? Great reason why: Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself? Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no! Alas, I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself. I am a villain. Yet I lie. I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter: My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree; Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, “Guilty! guilty!” I shall despair. There is no creature loves me, And if I die no soul will pity me. And wherefore should they, since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself?” ― William Shakespeare

“To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.” ― William Shakespeare

“I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano, A stage where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one.” ― William Shakespeare

“Make death proud to take us.” ― William Shakespeare

“Blood will have blood.” ― William Shakespeare

“Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.” ― William Shakespeare

“Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.” ― William Shakespeare

“She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in thought; and, with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed our shows are more than will; for we still prove much in our vows but little in our love.” ― William Shakespeare

“Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.” ― William Shakespeare

“I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe? GUILDENSTERN: My lord, I cannot. HAMLET: I pray you. GUILDENSTERN: Believe me, I cannot. HAMLET: I do beseech you. GUILDENSTERN: I know no touch of it, my lord. HAMLET: It is as easy as lying. Govern these ventages with our fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music. Look you, these are the stops. GUILDENSTERN: But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony. I have not the skill. HAMLET: Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me, you would seem to know my stops, you would pluck out the heart of my mystery, you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass, and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.” ― William Shakespeare

“Give me my sin again.” ― William Shakespeare

“Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.” ― William Shakespeare

“But man, proud man, Dressed in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd— His glassy essence—like an angry ape Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.” ― William Shakespeare

“Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! *It’s sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it’s actually very rough when you experience it.*” ― William Shakespeare

“There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember; and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts... There’s fennel for you, and columbines; there’s rue for you, and here’s some for me; we may call it herb of grace o’ Sundays. O, you must wear your rue with a difference. There’s a daisy. I would give you some violets, but they wither’d all when my father died. They say he made a good end,— [Sings.] “For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy. Thought and afflictions, passion, hell itself, She turns to favor and to prettiness. Song. And will a not come again? And will a not come again? No, no, he is dead; Go to thy deathbed; He never will come again. His beard was as white as snow, Flaxen was his poll. He is gone, he is gone, And we cast away moan. God ’a’ mercy on his soul.” ― William Shakespeare

“The ides of March are come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.” ― William Shakespeare

“It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.” ― William Shakespeare

“I do feel it gone, But know not how it went” ― William Shakespeare

“There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.” ― William Shakespeare

“Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?” ― William Shakespeare

“Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign, one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance; commits his body To painful labor, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Whilst thou li’st warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands But love, fair looks, and true obedience- Too little payment for so great a debt. Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband; And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And no obedient to his honest will, What is she but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord? I asham’d that women are so simple ‘To offer war where they should kneel for peace, Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth, Unapt to toil and trouble in the world, But that our soft conditions, and our hearts, Should well agree with our external parts?” ― William Shakespeare

“This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.” ― William Shakespeare

“O, swear not by the moon, th’ inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.” ― William Shakespeare

“Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.” ― William Shakespeare

“And nothing is, but what is not.” ― William Shakespeare

“Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband. BEATRICE Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be overmastered with a pierce of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, uncle, I'll none: Adam's sons are my brethren; and, truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred.” ― William Shakespeare

“Rosalind is your love's name? ORLANDO: Yes, just. JAQUES: I do not like her name. ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.” ― William Shakespeare

“Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.” ― William Shakespeare

“If there is a good will, there is great way.” ― William Shakespeare

“Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania” ― William Shakespeare

“My Crown is in my heart, not on my head: Not deck'd with Diamonds, and Indian stones: Nor to be seen: my Crown is call'd Content, A Crown it is, that seldom Kings enjoy.” ― William Shakespeare

“Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name.” ― William Shakespeare

“What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.” ― William Shakespeare

“We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels.” ― William Shakespeare

“True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.” ― William Shakespeare

“For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.” ― William Shakespeare

“Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Let's choose executors and talk of wills” ― William Shakespeare

“Some rise by sin, and some by virtues fall. ” ― William Shakespeare

“A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.” ― William Shakespeare

“Take it in what sense thou wilt.” ― William Shakespeare

“A little more than kin, a little less than kind.” ― William Shakespeare

“You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.” ― William Shakespeare

“La culpa, no está en nuestras estrellas, sino en nosotros mismos, que consentimos en ser inferiores.” ― William Shakespeare

“O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.” ― William Shakespeare

“O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!” ― William Shakespeare

“But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.” ― William Shakespeare

“Discretion is the better part of valor.” ― William Shakespeare

“Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurour and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man!” ― William Shakespeare

“Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.” ― William Shakespeare

“You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse” ― William Shakespeare

“If you can look into the seeds of time And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak, then, to me, who neither beg nor fear Your favors nor your hate.” ― William Shakespeare

“Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.” ― William Shakespeare

“Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep, - the innocent sleep; Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.” ― William Shakespeare

“Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.” ― William Shakespeare

“Let me have men about me that are fat, ...Sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights. Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look, He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.” ― William Shakespeare

“In nature there's no blemish but the mind; None can be called deformed but the unkind: Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil Are empty trunks, o'erflourished by the devil.” ― William Shakespeare

“Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life” ― William Shakespeare

“If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottages princes’ palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.” ― William Shakespeare

“Remember me.” ― William Shakespeare

“As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.” ― William Shakespeare

“Is it not strange that sheep's guts could hail souls out of men's bodies?” ― William Shakespeare

“One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.” ― William Shakespeare

“I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.” ― William Shakespeare

“He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.” ― William Shakespeare

“What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.” ― William Shakespeare

“I was too young that time to value her, But now I know her. If she be a traitor, Why, so am I. We still have slept together, Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together, And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, Still we went coupled and inseparable.” ― William Shakespeare

“We are oft to blame in this, - 'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage, and pios action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.” ― William Shakespeare

“When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.” ― William Shakespeare

“Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down” ― William Shakespeare

“He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.” ― Wm. Shakespeare

“What a fool honesty is.” ― William Shakespeare

“He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.” ― William Shakespeare

“Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.” ― William Shakespeare

“Not marble nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme, But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn And broils roots out the work of masonry, Nor mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom. So, till judgement that yourself arise, You in this, and dwell in lovers eyes.” ― William Shakespeare

“If we should fail? Lady Macbeth: We fail? But screw your courage to the sticking place, And we'll not fail.” ― William Shakespeare

“In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility; but when the blast of war blows in our ears, then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, disguise fair nature with hard-favor'd rage.” ― William Shakespeare

“Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.” ― William Shakespeare

“It is not, nor it cannot come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.” ― William Shakespeare

“It is my lady. O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold. ’Tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars” ― William Shakespeare

“Mark it, nuncle. Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest, Ride more than thou goest, Learn more than thou trowest, Set less than thou throwest, Leave thy drink and thy whore And keep in-a-door, And thou shalt have more Than two tens to a score.” ― William Shakespeare

“Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, 85 And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!” ― William Shakespeare

“All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.” ― Shakespeare; William

“Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head” ― William Shakespeare

“A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition.” ― William Shakespeare

“Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.” ― William Shakespeare

“I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.” ― William Shakespeare

“There is a world elsewhere.” ― William Shakespeare

“Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.” ― William Shakespeare

“Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.” ― William Shakespeare

“Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime by action dignified.” ― William Shakespeare

“There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.” ― William Shakespeare

“It is excellent To have a giant's strength But it is tyrannous To use it like a giant” ― William Shakespeare

“And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.” ― William Shakespeare

“The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children.” ― William Shakespeare

“God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.” ― William Shakespeare

“I do desire we may be better strangers.” ― william shakespeare

“Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.” ― William Shakespeare

“Where is Polonius? HAMLET In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But if indeed you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.” ― William Shakespeare

“By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.” ― William Shakespeare

“Ay me! sad hours seem long.” ― William Shakespeare

“We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.” ― William Shakespeare

“As he was valiant, I honor him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.” ― William Shakespeare

“A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm” ― William Shakespeare

“If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have wakened death!” ― William Shakespeare

“What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.” ― William Shakespeare

“Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery.” ― William Shakespeare

“Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.” ― William Shakespeare

“Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.” ― William Shakespeare

“Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.” ― William Shakespeare

“There is a willow grows aslant the brook that shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; therewith fantastic garlands did she make of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples that the liberal shepherds give a grosser name, but our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them. There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds clamb'ring to hang, an envious sliver broke; when down her weedy trophies and herself fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide and, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up; which time she chanted snatches of old lauds, as one incapable of her own distress, or like a creature native and indued unto that element; but long it could not be till that her garments, heavy with their drink, pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay to muddy death.” ― William Shakespeare

“Well, then, go you into hell? BEATRICE No, but to the gate; and there will the devil meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns on his head, and say 'Get you to heaven, Beatrice, get you to heaven; here's no place for you maids:' so deliver I up my apes, and away to Saint Peter for the heavens; he shows me where the bachelors sit, and there live we as merry as the day is long.” ― William Shakespeare

“true apothecary thy drugs art quick” ― William Shakespeare

“How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.” ― William Shakespeare

“But it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in the most humorous sadness.” ― William Shakespeare

“Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it.” ― William Shakespeare

“Give to a gracious message a host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell themselves when they be felt.” ― William Shakespeare

“I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.” ― William Shakespeare

“It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?” ― William Shakespeare

“Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.” ― William Shakespeare

“They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.” ― William Shakespeare

“Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face for all occasions” ― William Shakespeare

“O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on: and yet, within a month-- Let me not think on't--Frailty, thy name is woman!-- A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears:--why she, even she-- O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer--married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month: Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not nor it cannot come to good: But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.” ― William Shakespeare

“This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit: He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practise As full of labour as a wise man's art For folly that he wisely shows is fit; But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.” ― William Shakespeare

“And Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.” ― William Shakespeare

“Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion” ― William Shakespeare

“Tis in my memory locked, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.” ― William Shakespeare

“I am afeard there are few die well that die in battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything when blood is their argument?” ― William Shakespeare

“No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Let's choose executors and talk of wills: And yet not so, for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings; How some have been deposed; some slain in war, Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed; Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd; All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence: throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king?” ― William Shakespeare

“Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly: these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.” ― William Shakespeare

“If it be now, ’tis not to come. If it be not to come, it will be now. If it be not now, yet it will come—the readiness is all.” ― William Shakespeare

“I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyoked humour of your idleness. Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wondered at By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours that did seem to strangle him. If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work; But when they seldom come, they wished-for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off And pay the debt I never promisèd, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men’s hopes; And like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glitt’ring o’er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off. I’ll so offend to make offence a skill, Redeeming time when men think least I will.” ― William Shakespeare

“To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.” ― William Shakespeare

“Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe: Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law. March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell; If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.” ― William Shakespeare

“I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good Friends” ― William Shakespeare

“Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind.” ― William Shakespeare

“And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.” ― William Shakespeare

“I long to hear the story of your life, which must captivate the ear strangely.” ― William Shakespeare

“Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that.” ― William Shakespeare

“Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.” ― William Shakespeare

“We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit By losing of our prayers.” ― William Shakespeare

“Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.” ― William Shakespeare

“When I saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew” ― William Shakespeare

“Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.” ― William Shakespeare

“A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.” ― William Shakespeare

“So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all. ” ― William Shakespeare

“O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals fall back to gaze on him.” ― William Shakespeare

“Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring love. Night and silence.--Who is here? Weeds of Athens he doth wear: This is he, my master said, Despised the Athenian maid; And here the maiden, sleeping sound, On the dank and dirty ground. Pretty soul! she durst not lie Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy. Churl, upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe. When thou wakest, let love forbid Sleep his seat on thy eyelid: So awake when I am gone; For I must now to Oberon.” ― William Shakespeare

“Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.” ― William Shakespeare

“The miserable have no other medicine But only hope: I have hope to live, and am prepared to die.” ― william shakespeare

“Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!” ― William Shakespeare

“And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.” ― William Shakespeare

“Conceal me what I am, and be my aid for such disguise as haply shall become the form of my intent.” ― William Shakespeare

“Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.” ― William Shakespeare

“Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery That aptly is put on. Refrain tonight, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence; the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature.” ― William Shakespeare

“Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.” ― William Shakespeare

“Be bloody bold and resolute.” ― William Shakespeare

“The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.” ― William Shakespeare

“O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.” ― William Shakespeare

“When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.” ― William Shakespeare

“What win I if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy?” ― William Shakespeare

“There is nothing serious in Mortality” ― William Shakespeare

“Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.” ― William Shakespeare

“At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.” ― William Shakespeare

“Eternity was in our lips and eyes.” ― William Shakespeare

“I have unclasped to thee the book even of my secret soul.” ― William Shakespeare

“And what’s he then that says I play the villain?” ― William Shakespeare

“Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnished me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.” ― William Shakespeare

“The world must be peopled!” ― William Shakespeare

“The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.” ― William Shakespeare

“She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.” ― William Shakespeare

“I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry! England and Saint George!” ― William Shakespeare

“My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.” ― William Shakespeare

“The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders At out quaint spirits.” ― William Shakespeare

“We came into the world like brother and brother, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.” ― William Shakespeare

“I must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words.” ― William Shakespeare

“Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.” ― William Shakespeare

“Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but love.” ― William Shakespeare

“Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.” ― William Shakespeare

“You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty!” ― William Shakespeare

“And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.” ― William Shakespeare

“The grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break.” ― William Shakespeare

“My stars shine darkly over me” ― William Shakespeare

“Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love. Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! Serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Dost thou not laugh?” ― William Shakespeare

“Thou knowest 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.” ― William Shakespeare

“I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.” ― William Shakespeare

“I understand a fury in your words But not your words.” ― William Shakespeare

“For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.” ― William Shakespeare

“For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.” ― William Shakespeare

“Were I the Moor I would not be Iago. In following him I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so for my peculiar end. For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, ’tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. I am not what I am” ― Shakespeare William

“I'll have no husband, if you be not he.” ― William Shakespeare

“You are not worth the dust which the rude wind blows in your face” ― William Shakespeare

“Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented: sometimes am I king; Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar, And so I am: then crushing penury Persuades me I was better when a king; Then am I king'd again: and by and by Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be, Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased With being nothing.” ― William Shakespeare

“Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope.” ― William Shakespeare

“If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!” ― William Shakespeare

“What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.” ― William Shakespeare

“I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.” ― William Shakespeare

“For trust not him that hath once broken faith” ― William Shakespeare

“They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad” ― William Shakespeare

“The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.” ― William Shakespeare

“Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.” ― William Shakespeare

“Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets” ― William Shakespeare

“So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.” ― William Shakespeare

“O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment. But pardon, and gentles all, The flat unraised spirits that have dared On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt? O, pardon! since a crooked figure may Attest in little place a million; And let us, ciphers to this great accompt, On your imaginary forces work. Suppose within the girdle of these walls Are now confined two mighty monarchies, Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder: Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts; Into a thousand parts divide on man, And make imaginary puissance; Think when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth; For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times, Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour-glass: for the which supply, Admit me Chorus to this history; Who prologue-like your humble patience pray, Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.” ― William Shakespeare

“There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.” ― William Shakespeare

“As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.” ― William Shakespeare

“and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked I cried to dream again.” ― William Shakespeare

“What would you have? Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.” ― William Shakespeare

“And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow.” ― William Shakespeare

“What, you egg? [stabs him]” ― William Shakespeare

“I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme. . .” ― William Shakespeare

“The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.” ― William Shakespeare

“what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes” ― William Shakespeare

“Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.” ― William Shakespeare

“When the mind's free, The Body's delicate.” ― William Shakespeare

“My dear dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation: that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay. A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast. Mine honour is my life; both grow in one: Take honour from me, and my life is done: Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try; In that I live and for that will I die.” ― William Shakespeare

“In thy foul throat thou liest.” ― William Shakespeare

“I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.” ― William Shakespeare

“If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.” ― William Shakespeare

“Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm’d The noontide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds, And ‘twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove’s stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck’d up The pine and cedar: graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let ‘em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure, and, when I have required Some heavenly music, which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I’ll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I’ll drown my book.” ― William Shakespeare

“O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" ― William Shakespeare

“The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name; such tricks hath strong imagination.” ― William Shakespeare

“The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.” ― William Shakespeare

“Good Madonna, why mournest thou? Good Fool, for my brother's death. I think his soul is in hell, Madonna. I know his soul is in heaven, Fool. The more fool, Madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven.” ― William Shakespeare

“I can call the spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come, when you do call for them?” ― William Shakespeare

“Sometimes when we are labeled, when we are branded our brand becomes our calling.” ― William Shakespeare

“More matter with less art.” ― William Shakespeare

“I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.” ― William Shakespeare

“Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick. BEATRICE Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and I gave him use for it, a double heart for his single one: marry, once before he won it of me with false dice, therefore your grace may well say I have lost it. DON PEDRO You have put him down, lady, you have put him down. BEATRICE So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools.” ― William Shakespeare

“No longer mourn for me when I am dead than you shall hear the surly sullen bell give warning to the world that I am fled from this vile world with vilest worms to dwell: nay, if you read this line, remember not the hand that writ it, for I love you so, that I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, if thinking on me then should make you woe. O! if, I say, you look upon this verse when I perhaps compounded am with clay, do not so much as my poor name rehearse; but let your love even with my life decay; lest the wise world should look into your moan, and mock you with me after I am gone. ” ― Shakespeare

“To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be angry is to move, to be brave is to stand still. Therefore, if you're angry, you'll run away.)” ― William Shakespeare

“Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou not suspect my years? O that he were here to write me down an ass! But masters, remember that I am an ass. Though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass. No, thou villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be proved upon thee by good witness. I am a wise fellow, and which is more, an officer, and which is more, a householder, and which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in Messina, and one that knows the law, go to . . . and one that hath two gowns, and everything handsome about him. Bring him away. O that I had been writ down an ass!” ― William Shakespeare

“Nothing can come of nothing.” ― William Shakespeare

“These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder.” ― William Shakespeare

“Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words” ― William Shakespeare

“Watch out he's winding the watch of his wit, by and by it will strike.” ― William Shakespeare

“One sees more devils than vast hell can hold” ― William Shakespeare

“Something wicked this way comes” ― Shakespeare

“Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar; Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel, But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatched unfledged comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in, Bear’t that th’opposèd may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgement. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be, For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. 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.” ― William Shakespeare

“I go and it is done. The bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven or to hell.” ― Shakespeare; William

“The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed, When cowardice pursues and valour flies.” ― William Shakespeare

“Done to death by slanderous tongue” ― William Shakespeare

“Don't trust the person who has broken faith once.” ― William Shakespeare

“A little water clears us of this deed.” ― William Shakespeare

“The worst was this: my love was my decay.” ― William Shakespeare

“Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone.” ― William Shakespeare

“Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of the perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart? DOCTOR: Therein the patient Must minister to himself.” ― William Shakespeare