William Shakespeare Quotes

Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent.

The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.

In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

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

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven

Why, then the world ’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.

Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?

Give me a bowl of wine. I have not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have.

A ministering angel shall my sister be.

In sweet music is such art: killing care and grief of heart fall asleep, or hearing, die.

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

I wish you all the joy that you can wish.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.

Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King.

Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.

He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.

Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.

Two lovely berries moulded on one stem; So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart.

If your mind dislike anything obey it

They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad

Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

When our actions do not, our fears make us traitors.

Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest.

Well-apparel'd April on the heel Of limping Winter treads.

But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.

The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.

An overflow of good converts to bad.

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.

O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle.

Our jovial star reigned at his birth.

For the poor wren (The most diminutive of birds) will fight, Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.

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

Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

Men's vows are women's traitors

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?

Take you me for a sponge?

Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

There is nothing so confining as the prisons of our own perceptions.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.

I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.