William Shakespeare Quotes

His beauty shall in these black lines be seen, and they shall live, and he in them still green.

O! how shall summer's honey breath hold out, / Against the wrackful siege of battering days?

Theoretically speaking a good reader should also be a good learner, whatever the century and the place!

Life and art are nothing but associations of ideas and sorrows that nourish our illusory quest for the Holy Grail of human existence. It’s a mystery!

Were such things here as we do speak about?Or have we eaten on the insane rootThat takes the reason prisoner?

Since Shakespeare had a feel for revolutionary rhetoric, let’s all cry: “Peace, freedom and liberty!

This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.

And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

...Who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make love known?

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.

I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.

Under loves heavy burden do I sink.--Romeo

love is blindand lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit

Love moderately. Long love doth so.Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.*Love each other in moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow.*

If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.

Life ... is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.

Like madness is the glory of this life.

Out, out brief candle, life is but a walking shadow...a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

Life... is a paradise to what we fear of death.

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

The summer's flower is to the summer sweetThough to itself it only live and die

What's done cannot be undone.

This above all: to thine own self be true.

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.Act II

Men must endureTheir going hence, even as their coming hither.Ripeness is all.

Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.

Tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

When I saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew

If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening ...

My only love sprung from my only hate!Too early seen unknown, and known too late!Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.

Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death!

Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.

Men's eyes were made to look, let them gaze, I will budge for no man's pleasure.

Viola to Duke Orsino: 'I'll do my best To woo your lady.'[Aside.] 'Yet, a barful strife! Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.

For thy sweet love remembr'd such wealth bringsThat then, I scorn to change my state with kings.

The course of true love never did run smooth said by lysander

O, wonder!How many goodly creatures are there here!How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!

And worse I may be yet: the worst is notSo long as we can say 'This is the worst.

One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.

But thoughts the slave of life, and life, Time’s fool, And Time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.

Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him, And all their ministers attend on him.

O my love, my wife!Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breathHath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

La vida es mi tortura y la muerte será mi descanso.

For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel:Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!This was the most unkindest cut of all

And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again.

These are the ushers of Martius: before himHe carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears.Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie, Which being advanc'd, declines, and then men die.