William Shakespeare Quotes

We bring forth weeds when our quick minds lie still.

Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well

Never shame to hear what you have nobly done

I thought my heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.

My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.

Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege; The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.

When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover.

O Death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!

So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men.

Crack'd in pieces by malignant Death.

When Death doth close his tender dying eyes.

Till our King Henry had shook hands with Death.

The sudden hand of Death close up mine eye!

Unsubstantial Death is amorous.

Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.

Men should be what they seem; Or those that be not, would they might seem none!.

If people knew how much I hated them, they'd love me for holding it in.

God send everyone their heart's desire!

Is not the truth the truth?

The wind-shak'd surge, with high and monstrous main, Seems to cast water on the burning Bear, And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole.

A blind man can't forget the eyesight he lost, show me any beautiful girl. How can her beauty not remind me of the one whose beauty surpasses hers?

Every thing that grows / Holds in perfection but a little moment.

...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter.

Men's faults do seldom to themselves appear.

Of all knowledge the wise and good seek most to know themselves.

One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.

I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.

Doubt is a thief that often makes us fear to tread where we might have won.

Man and wife, being two, are one in love.

The painful warrior famous for fight, After a thousand victories, once foil'd, Is from the books of honor razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd

Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might. Whoever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight.

Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.

Make passionate my sense of hearing.

Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more.

O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple Hell?

The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart-see, they bark at me.

Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.

The most peerless piece of earth, I think, that e' er the sun shone bright on.

Still constant is a wondrous excellence.

All men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands are.

The Foole doth thinke he is wise, but the wiseman knowes himselfe to be a Foole.

Mine honor is my life, both grow in one. Take honor from me, and my life is done. Then, dear my liege, mine honor let me try; In that I live, and for that I will die.

Words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason with them.

Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence. Do not go forth to-day.

Things at the worst will cease or else climb upward To what they were before.

If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the centre.

Come, swear it, damn thyself, lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee; therefore be double-damned, swear,--thou art honest.

We make trifles of terrors, Ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, When we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.