William Shakespeare I Quotations

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.

I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.

My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite.

I love him for his sake; And yet I know him a notorious liar, Think him a great way fool, solely a coward; Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him That they take place when virtue's steely bones Looks bleak i' th' cold wind; withal, full oft we see Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.

Who is it that can tell me who I am?

I can no longer live by thinking.

I can call spirits from the vasty deep.

I can see his pride Peep through each part of him.

I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say - I love you

For such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, ye're so slight.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.