Quotes by William Shakespeare

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

My soul is in the sky.

My soul is in the sky.

Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,All losses are restored and sorrows end.

I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.

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.

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.

Words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find.

If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening ...

I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table."

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

she shall scant show well that now shows best.

Afore me! It is so very late,That we may call it early by and by.

Mother, you have my father much offended.

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.

Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,Displant a town, reverse a prince’s doom,It helps not, it prevails not.

I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.

How art thou out of breath when thou hast breathTo say to me that thou art out of breath?

Thou art a very ragged Wart.

Thine face is not worth sunburning.

All that lives must die, passing through nature to eternity.

These times of woe afford no time to woo.

Whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. i will kiss thy lips some poisin doth hang on them, to help me die with a restorative. thy lips are warm.yea noise then ill be brief oh happy dagger this is thy sheath. there rust and let me die.

true apothecary thy drugs art quick

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

Of all the wonders that I have heard,It seems to me most strange that men should fear;Seeing death, a necessary end,Will come when it will come.

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.

If love be rough with you, be rough with love;Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.Give me a case to put my visage in:A visor for a visor! what care IWhat curious eye doth quote deformities?Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.O, that I were a glove upon that handThat I might touch that cheek!

I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?

Who could refrain,That had a heart to love, and in that heartCourage to make love known?

And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,To die upon the hand I love so well.

I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

They do not love that do not show their love.

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)

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.

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

Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.

Doubt thou the stars are fire;Doubt that the sun doth move;Doubt truth to be a liar;But never doubt I love.

All the world's a stage,And all the men and women merely players;They have their exits and their entrances;And one man in his time plays many parts,His acts being seven ages.

Love all, trust a few,Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemyRather in power than use; and keep thy friendUnder thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,But never tax'd for speech.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

Appearances be not always as they seem.

Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

And thus I clothe my naked villainy with odd old ends stolen forth of holy writ, and seem a saint, when most I play the devil.

He that is strucken blind cannot forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.

Screw your courage to the sticking-place, and we'll not fail.

I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good friends.

A little more than kin, and less than kind.

And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

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.

The drum of war is never still.

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.

A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

O! it is excellent to have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.

Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.

Every one can master a grief but he that has it.

It is the stars, the stars above us, govern our conditions.

A merry heart goes all the day, your sad tires in a mile-a.

I am wealthy in my friends.

Such is my love, to thee I so belong, That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.

Time's the king of men; he's both their parent, and he is their grave.

What's past is prologue.

To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.

When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

The miserable have no other medicine, but only hope.

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame is lust in action.

Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.

Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

There is no darkness but ignorance.

Fortune and love favour the brave.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

The better part of valour is discretion.

Revenge should have no bounds.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Truth is truth to the end of reckoning.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions!

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Et tu, Brute?

What's done cannot be undone.

I like this place and willingly could waste my time in it.

God, the best maker of all marriages, combine your hearts in one.

Speak low, if you speak love.

Strong reasons make strong actions.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!

Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; take honour from me and my life is done.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

If music be the food of love, play on.

This above all: to thine own self be true.

I am constant as the northern star, of whose true-fixed and resting quality there is no fellow in the firmament.

Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd, doth burn the heart to cinders where it is.

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Whoever loved that loved not at first sight?

The object of art is to give life a shape.

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, and every tongue brings in a several tale, and every tale condemns me for a villain.

Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o'er-wrought heart and bids it break.

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

Give thy thoughts no tongue.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet are of imagination all compact.

God hath given you one face, and you make yourself another.

O, what a world of vile ill-favor'd faults looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!

To thine own self be true.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on.

The better part of Valour, is Discretion.

No legacy is so rich as honesty.

Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.

Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye.

The quality of mercy is not strained, it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven.

Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war.

Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; take honor from me, and my life is done.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on.

To die, to sleep—To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub.

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.

A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been.

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.

The morning steals upon the night, melting the darkness.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

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

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

With mirth and laughter, let old wrinkles come.

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes silence.

Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.

To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.

Time is money.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees,...

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselve

Friendship is constant in all other things save in the office and affairs of love.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

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