William Shakespeare Quotes

This world's a city full of straying streets, and death's the market-place where each one meets.

Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seatin this distracted globe. Remember thee?

Love is holy.

There's a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads onto fortune, omitted, all their voyages end in shallows and miseries. Upon such tide are we now...

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O, how this spring of love resemblethThe uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away!

To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune but to write and read comes by nature.

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascendThe brightest heaven of invention!

Modest doubt is call'd the beacon of the wise.

Come on then, I will swear to study soTo know the thing I am forbid to know- Berowne

Educated men are so impressive!

Master, go on, and I will follow theeTo the last gasp with truth and loyalty.

Love is not loveWhich alters when alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove:Oh, no, it is an ever-fixèd mark, that looks on tempests and is never shaken.

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nightsFour nights will quickly dream away the time.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty face from day to day.

[Thou] mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms!

How art thou out of breath when thou hast breathTo say to me that thou art out of breath?

Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, Displant a town, reverse a prince’s doom, It helps not, it prevails not.

Mother, you have my father much offended.

Afore me! It is so very late, That we may call it early by and by.

There are more things in heaven and earth...than are dreamt of by your philosophy.

There is more things in heaven and earth...than are dreamt of by your philosophy.

And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. I would not change it.

Screw your courage to the sticking-place

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

...what care I for words? Yet words do wellWhen he that speaks them pleases those that hear.

This hand shall never more come near thee with such friendship

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

Thought is free.

O hell! to choose love by another's eye.

Indeed, it may most verily be saidThat only death and taxes certain are.

There's meaning in thy snores.

Were kisses all the joys in bed, /One woman would another wed.

Proper deformity shows not in the fiendSo horrid as in woman.

Why should their liberty than ours be more?

The Devil hath powerTo assume a pleasing shape.

Beauty itself doth of itself persuadeThe eyes of men without orator.

A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

I can't talk, or I will throw up!

Sound drums and trumpets! Farewell sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.

Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of our generation you shall find.

I will deny thee nothing: Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, To leave me but a little to myself.

Now go with me and with this holy manInto the chantry by: there, before him, And underneath that consecrated roof, Plight me the full assurance of your faith.

Such a mad marriage never was before.

Lovers and madmen have such seething brainsSuch shaping fantasies, that apprehendMore than cool reason ever comprehends.

They do not love, that do not show their love.

It is excellent / To have a giant's strenght / But it is tyrannous / To use it like a giant(Isabella)

The pow'r I have on you is to spare you / The malice towards you, to forgive you. Posthumus

O brave new world, That has such people in ’t!-Miranda