William Shakespeare Quotes

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

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

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

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.

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

No legacy is so rich as honesty.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

This bond is forfeit And lawfully by this the Jew may claim A pound of flesh.

This world's a city full of straying streets, and death's the market-place where each one meets.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch Which hurts and is desired.

What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyesWould, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...

Neither a borrower nor a lender be for loan oft loses both itself and friend and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

Thou art a votary to fond desire

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

If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, he's mine or I am his.

No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.

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

Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it.

Why then the world's mine oyster Which I with sword will open.

Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.

Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

The sleeping and the dead are but as pictures. Lady Macbeth

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

Great men may jest with saints 'tis wit in them But in the less foul profanation.

Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

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

Talkers are no good doers.

But virtue, as it never will be moved, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven, So lust, though to a radiant angel linked, Will sate itself in a celestial bedAnd prey on garbage.

Say a day without the ever.

At little more than kin and less than kind.

And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?

I do believe—that all the world's a star. Beyond that heav'nly light I shall fly far!" Luke (ACT I, Scene 7)

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

Yet do I fear thy nature It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.

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

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!

silence is not a langauge, its a weapon to make your dear one to feel

No 'tis not so deep as a well nor so wide as a church door but 'tis enough 'twill serve: ask for me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered I warrant for this world.

The love of heaven makes one heavenly.

One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

I am disgrac'd impeach'd and baffled here - Pierc'd to the soul with slander's venom'd spear.

'Tis not enough to help the feeble up but to support him after.

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

That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. (Enobarbus)

A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins.

Men in rage strike those that wish them best.

LEAR: ...yet you see how this world goes.GLOS.: I see it feelingly.

Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor bare, forked animal as thou art.

We do pray for mercy and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.

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