William Shakespeare Quotes

Never durst a poet touch a pen to writeUntil his ink was tempered with love's sighs.

GLOUCESTERNow, good sir, what are you?EDGARA most poor man made tame to fortune's blows, Who by the art of known and feeling sorrowsAm pregnant to good pity.

Experience is by industry achiev'd, And perfected by the swift course of time.

It were a grief so brief to part with thee.Farewell.

A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins.

Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her, But Romeo may not.

To be or not to be that is the question.

Let us revenge this withour pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know Ispeak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.

That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

I understand a fury in your wordsBut not your words.

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor bare, forked animal as thou art.

What a piece of work is man!

Love me or hate me, both are in my favour. If you love me, I'll always be in your heart... If you hate me, I'll always be in your mind.

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor. If you love me, I'll always be in your heart. If you hate me, I'll always be in your mind.

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving,

I had as lief have the foppery of freedom as the morality of imprisonment.

I might call him. A thing divine, for nothing natural. I ever saw so noble.

I know you all, and will awhile uphold the unyoked humour of your idleness . . .

Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.

To be honest, as this world goes is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.Hamlet Act II, Scene II Lines 178-179

Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.- Lucullus (Act III, scene 1)

The truth you speak doth lack some gentlenessAnd time to speak it in. You rub the soreWhen you should bring the plaster.

It is not enough to speak but to speak truth

O! Learn to read what silent love hath writ:to hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.

We know what we are, but not what we may be.

What's in a name? that which we call a roseBy any other name would smell as sweet.

Be as thou wast wont to be.

Be as thou wast wont to be.See as thou wast wont to see.

O Hero, what a Hero hadst thou been.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet

Good wombs have borne bad sons."-- (Miranda, I:2)

Fit to govern? No, not fit to live.

Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust. (Act V, Scene 2, 2503)

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us.

Uncertain way of gain. But I am inSo far in blood that sin will pluck on sin.Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.

The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief.

I rather would entreat thy companyTo see the wonders of the world abroadThan, living dully sluggardiz'd at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

Golden lads and girls all must, like chimmney-sweepers, come to dust.

We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow

such wanton, wild, and usual slips/ As are companions noted and most known/ To youth and liberty.

. . . I will not be sworn, but love may trans-form me to an oyster, but, I’ll take my oath on it, till hehave made an oyster of me, he shall never make me sucha fool.

Live by the words of intelligence endured..F@&$ IT!

Our reasons are not prophets When oft our fancies are.

... and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days...

... reason andlove keep little company together now-a-days...

The blessedness of being little!!!

silence is not a langauge, its a weapon to make your dear one to feel

The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, They are all fire and every one doth shine

If I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without ever entering it.