William Shakespeare Quotes

When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.

He knows what it's like to strut and fret his hour upon the stage and then be heard no more.

The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see.

Tempt not a desperate man

I do I know not what, and fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. Fate, show thy force. Ourselves we do not owe. What is decreed must be; and be this so.

For death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error.

Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command.

for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.

I cannot speak your england.

RUMOUR: "Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.

Pause awhile, And let my counsel sway you.

We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously.

DEMETRIUS Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. LYSANDER You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.

In jest, there is truth.

Demand me nothing: what you know, you know.

Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things. [Act 5, Scene 2]

Before, I loved thee as a brother, John, But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.

You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.

Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.

You're in love? Out Out of love? I love someone. She doesn't love me.

I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray, My legs are longer though, to run away.

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.

So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate.

Beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time.

Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.

Make use of time, let not advantage slip; Beauty within itself should not be wasted: Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime Rot and consume themselves in little time.

Yet, do thy worst, old Time; despite thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young.

Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow.

Honor, riches, marriage-blessing Long continuance, and increasing, Hourly joys be still upon you!

You must not think That we are made of stuff so fat and dull That we can let our beard be shook with danger And think it pastime.

'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd.

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New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous (Nay, let em be unmanly), yet are followed.

Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.

The benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew, for they are worthy To inlay heaven with stars.

Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear: to fear the worst oft cures the worse.

Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh And sees fast-by a butcher with an axe, But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter?

Though men can cover crimes with bold, stern looks, poor women's faces are their own faults' books.

This night I hold an old accustomed feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more.

The glowworm shows the matin to be near And gins to pale his uneffectual fire.

What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two hours.

All impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy.

I can no longer live by thinking.

Zounds! I was never so bethumped with words since I first called my brother's father dad.

War is no strife To the dark house and the detested wife.

A sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit; How quickly the wrong side may be turned outward!

Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.