William Shakespeare Quotes

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

There was a star danced, and under that was I born.

April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.

Make use of time, let not advantage slip.

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

To do a great right do a little wrong.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Out, damned spot! out, I say!

My soul is in the sky.

These violent delights have violent ends.

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.

I say there is no darkness but ignorance.

Laughing faces do not mean that there is absence of sorrow! But it means that they have the ability to deal with it

The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.

Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad.

Death rock me asleep.

Policy sits above conscience.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.

The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.

The instruments of darkness tell us truths.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

All that glitters is not gold.

Educated men are so impressive.

Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.

When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm

Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.

When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.

Rich honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.

The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

In persons grafted in a serious trust, Negligence is a crime.

O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse.

And thence from Athens turn away our eyes To seek new friends and stranger companies.

Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.

The good I stand on is my truth and honesty.

The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.

The villany you teach me I shall execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.