William Shakespeare And Quotations

I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.

'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.

Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books;But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

For there was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently.

But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;And time, that takes survey of all the world,Must have a stop.

He is half of a blessed man. Left to be finished by such as she; and she a fair divided excellence, whose fullness of perfection lies in him.

He hath not fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink.

A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

For she had eyes and chose me.

Pray you now, forget and forgive.

These violent delights have violent ends.

We'll have a swashing and a martial outside, as many other mannish cowards have.

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own read.

So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?

where civil blood makes civil hands unclean

What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?

One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

she shall scant show well that now shows best.

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond...

You speak like a green girl / unsifted in such perilous circumstances.

Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.

Out of her favour, where I am in love.

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.

I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

Can I go forward when my heart is here?

Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love;

The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!

Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee.

My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face

You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.

To saucy doubts and fears.

Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death.

Death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!

That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.

There's such divinity doth hedge a king. That treason doth but peep to what it would.

Murder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.

Security is the chief enemy of mortals.

woah is me to have seen what i seen see what i see

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.

I will speak daggers to her, but use none.

More matter with less art.

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.

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

The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.

Seek happy nights to happy days.W

He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.

A flock of blessings light upon thy back

Whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.

Pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.

The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness.

What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven?

I do not set my life at a pin's fee, And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself?

No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.

A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Nothing can seem foul to those who win.

Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

Good old grandsire ... we shall be joyful of thy company.

But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom, More honored in the breach than the observance.

Unquiet meals make ill digestions.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.

The good I stand on is my truth and honesty.

Every why hath a wherefore.

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.

For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

Many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.

Wish chastely, and love dearly.

Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!

From this time forth My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

Take it in what sense thou wilt.

And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.

Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.

A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' th' forest, A motley fool! a miserable world! As I do live by food, I met a fool Who laid him down and basked him in the sun And railed on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms, and yet a motley fool.

The earth, that is nature's mother, is her tomb.

And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasance, age full of care; Youth like the summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare

Was ever book containing such vile matterSo fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwellIn such a gorgeous palace!

And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry where most she satisfies.

So true a fool is love that in your will,Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.