William Shakespeare Quotes

Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.

Sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care.

Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead. Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain.

I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.

O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer!

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.

The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order.

Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears.

Never; he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies.

Where the greater malady is fixed, The lesser is scarce felt.

And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once That makes ingrateful man!

When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection.

To be furious, is to be frighted out of fear.

Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop.

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.

I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.

Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.

How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms!

Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it.

The apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.

The poorest service is repaid with thanks.

O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena

Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down

And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado)

I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!

Oh, God! I have an ill-divining soul!

It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.

Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.

You have too much respect upon the world; They lose it that do buy it with much care

There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't

O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame.

Grace and remembrance be to you both.

'Tis pride that pulls the country down.

Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment.

O, spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!

It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.

With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out

Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.

Guiltiness will speak, though tongues were out of use

I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it

So full of shapes is fancy That it alone is high fantastical.

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engend'red in the eyes, With gazing fed, and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies.

I'll be at charges for a looking-glass And entertain a score or two of tailors To study fashions to adorn my body: Since I am crept in favor with myself, I will maintain it with some little cost.

Now the good gods forbid That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude Towards her deserved children is enrolled In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam Should now eat up her own!