Macbeth Quotes

Macbeth Quote of the day

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh!

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.

A little water clears us of this deed.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

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

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

You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.

Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.

Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people.

Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth

There's husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor.

And nothing is, but what is not.

Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise, And nothing is but what is not.

Maybe because Im a nice and sweet person in life, I like the darker roles. The really dark one is Lady Macbeth.

I'd make a wonderful Lady Macbeth. I'll wear a pair of platform shoes or something.

A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching!

I sometimes have these spells of compulsive truth. But as Lady Macbeth would say, "The fit is momentary."

My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.

Sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care.

The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand.

To beguile the time, look like the time.

To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.

But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears.

But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.

I cannot but remember such things were that were most precious to me.

What are you doing sister? / Killing swine.

The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.

The picture of me is nearly finished, and I think it is magnificent. The green and blue of the dress is splendid, and the expression as Lady Macbeth holds the crown over her head is quite wonderful.

I always assumed I would leave drama school and do 'Lady Macbeth' and all sorts of serious things. It just didn't happen.

Nought’s had, all’s spent, where our desire is got without content.

Be not lost So poorly in your thoughts.

And now about the cauldron singLike elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in.

Be bloody, bold, and resolute. Laugh to scornThe power of man, for none of woman bornShall harm Macbeth.

I have no spurTo prick the sides of my intent, but onlyVaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itselfAnd falls on the other.

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.

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.

Life is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing

Turn hell-hound, turn.

What sad, short lives humans live! Each life a short pamphlet written by an idiot! Tut-tut, and all that.