William Shakespeare Quotes

What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say

Till all grace be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.

I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.

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

Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace.

He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.

An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.

Weep I cannot; But my heart bleeds.

Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.

Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.

Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.

So every bondman in his own hand bears The power to cancel his captivity.

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.

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

Your "if" is the only peacemaker; much virtue in "if.

[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

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

Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.

To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.

I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them forgive yourself.

Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.

A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.

Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe

Time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.

Comets importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky And with them scourge the bad revolting stars.

O, how wretched is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors.

To sleep perchance to dream

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

Venus smiles not in a house of tears.

A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.

My love is as a fever, longing still.

Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.

The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately— long love doth so.

If he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betrayed with trees And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, Lions with toils, and men with flatterers

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.

Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream

Nothing in his life became him like leaving it.

I am wealthy in my friends.

Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.

Most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath.

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

Put on The dauntless spirit of resolution.

O braggart vile and damned furious wight!

Like the lily That once was mistress of the field and flourished, I'll hang my head and perish.

I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood".

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?

For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.