William Shakespeare Quotes

Truth is truth to the end of reckoning.

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

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . .

It is silliness to live when to live is torment.

Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.

A woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not.

Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.

Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.

There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.

Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliances are relieved, Or not at all.

I wonder men dare trust themselves with men.

The apparel oft proclaims the man.

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.

His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.

Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.

Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.

All's well that ends well.

Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face for all occasions

There is flattery in friendship.

A good heart 'is worth gold.

If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say, 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain and nourish all the world.

O excellent! I love long life better than figs.

Speak, what trade art thou? Why, sir, a carpenter. Where is thy leather apron and thy rule? What does thou with thy best apparel on?

O, the blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare!

Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.

I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. The secret mischiefs that I set abroach I lay unto the grievous charge of others.

Who is it that can tell me who I am?

Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.

Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust.

You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.

Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.

Journeys end in lovers meeting.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?

O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live

Give thy thoughts no tongue.