William Shakespeare Quotes
How now! Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand." Lady Macbeth
I profess myself an enemy to all other joys, which the most precious square of sense possesses, and find I am alone felicitate in your dear highness love.
Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thyeyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.
Oh, devil, devil!If that the earth could teem with woman’s tears, Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.Out of my sight!
When devils will the blackest sins put onThey do suggest at first with heavenly shows
If I had a thousand sons, the first humane principle I would teach them should be to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack.
The Weird Sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go, about, about, Thrice to thine, thrice to mine, And thrice again to make up nine.Peace, the charm's wound up.
Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight.Mercutio: And so did I.Romeo: Well, what was yours?Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.
Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
...and when he dies, cut him out in little stars, and the face of heaven will be so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no heed to the garish sun.
These violent delights have violent endsAnd in their triump die, like fire and powderWhich, as they kiss, consume
All causes shall give way: I am in bloodStepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o’er.
And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, —I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately.
Yet but three come one more.Two of both kinds make up four.Ere she comes curst and sad.Cupid is a knavish lad.Thus to make poor females mad.
- Be thou not technical with me, /Or else thine input valve may swift receive/a hearty helping of my golden foot.
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eyeThan twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.
My Crown is in my heart, not on my head:Not deck'd with Diamonds, and Indian stones:Nor to be seen: my Crown is call'd Content, A Crown it is, that seldom Kings enjoy.
But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?"Catherine: "I cannot tell."Henry: "Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them.
I can call spirits from the vasty deep."Why so can I, or so can any man. But will they come when you do call for them?
They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain and nourish all the world.
Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.
Life is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say 'this poet lies! Such heaven never touched earthly faces
How true a twain Seemeth this concordant one! Love hath reason, Reason none, If what parts, can so remain.
I’ll prove the prettier fellow of the two and wear my dagger with the braver grace
I can say little more than I have studied, and that question's out of my part.
And shake the yoke of inauspicious starsFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
This is a way to kill a wife with kindness, And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour.He that knows better how to tame a shrew, Now let him speak. 'Tis charity to show.
BEROWNE: What time o' day?ROSALINE: The hour that fools should ask.
