William Shakespeare Quotes

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

The morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness.

I had rather live with cheese and garlic in a windmill.

The last taste of sweets is sweetest last.

Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

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

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

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things . . . nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.

Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.

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.

My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul.

Beware the ides of March.

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

There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently

How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!

But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.

The wheel is come full circle.

This above all; to thine own self be true.

It provokes the desire but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him and it mars him; it sets him on and it takes him off.

There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is. ~William Shakespeare

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh!

O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.

Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.

A king of infinite space

I bear a charmed life.

We have seen better days.

Good luck lies in odd numbers.

A pair of star-crossed lovers.

This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.

This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o-erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire.

For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.

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

Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Nothing comes from doing nothing.

And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings.

All things are ready, if our mind be so.

a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate.

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.

Confess yourself to heaven, Repent what's past, avoid what is to come, And do not spread the compost on the weeds To make them ranker.

O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame!

Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow

Brevity is the soul of wit.

Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.

Do not spread the compost on the weeds.