William Shakespeare Light Quotations

God be prais'd, that to believing souls, Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair

We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.

I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me: but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.

Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see

Thus weary of the world, away she hies, And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aid Their mistress mounted through the empty skies In her light chariot quickly is convey'd; Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen Means to immure herself and not be seen.

What light through yonder window breaks?

A light wife doth make a heavy husband.

Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us 't were all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues; nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor - Both thanks and use.

As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue

Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, To guard a title that was rich before, To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

Dream in light years, challenge miles, walk step by step

Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light

Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy...

Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.

Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.

Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.

When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night?

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile

And teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night ...

A flock of blessings light upon thy back

Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to th' rooky wood. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, While night's black agents to their prey do rouse.

Why, all delights are vain, but that most vain Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain: As, painfully to pore upon a book, To seek the light of truth, which truth the while Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look.

Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.

To pore upon a book, to seek the light of truth.

So doth the greater glory dim the less: A substitute shines brightly as a king Until a king be by.

Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus. Now I am dead, Now I am fled, My soul is in the sky. Tongue, lose thy light. Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die.

Methinks I am a prophet new inspired And thus, expiring, do foretell of him: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves; Small show'rs last long, but sudden storms are short; He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes; With eager feeding doth choke the feeder; Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.

Dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. And I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.

What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?

Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope.

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep, And I could laugh; I am light and heavy: Welcome.

For youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears, Than settled age his sables, and his weeds Importing health and graveness.

...lest too light winning make the prize light.

All the contagion of the south light on you, You shames of Rome! you herd of--boils and plagues Plaster you o'er; that you may be abhorr'd Further than seen, and one infect another Against the wind a mile!

The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.

Light and lust are deadly enemies.

A hundred thousand welcomes. I could weep / And I could laugh, I am light and heavy. / Welcome.