Shakespeare Quotes

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

Turn hell-hound, turn.

How true a twain Seemeth this concordant one! Love hath reason, Reason none, If what parts, can so remain.

Timon: I’ll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.

Timon: Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!

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

I’ll prove the prettier fellow of the two and wear my dagger with the braver grace

The rest is silence.

I can say little more than I have studied, and that question's out of my part.

Lips that Shakespeare taught to speak have whispered their secret in my ear. I have had the arms of Rosalind around me, and kissed Juliet on the mouth.

The fiend gives the more friendly counsel.

The life of Shakespeare is a fine mystery and I tremble every day lest something turn up.

Indeed, it may most verily be saidThat only death and taxes certain are.

There's meaning in thy snores.

Alas, my lord, your wisdom is consumed in confidence.

More grief to hide than hate to utter love. Polonius, Hamlet.

O ill-starred wench! Pale as your smock!

Shakespeare opens a mine which contains gold and diamonds in unexhaustible plenty, though clouded by incrustations, debased by impurities, and mingled with a mass of meaner minerales.

Imitations produce pain or pleasure, not because they are mistaken for realities, but because they bring realities to mind.

I think he'll be to Rome as is the osprey to the fish, who takes it by sovereignty of nature.

Lucentio: I read that I profess, the Art of Love.Bianca: And may you prove, sir, master of your art!Lucentio: While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart!

Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fairTo be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.

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

You gotta be cruel to be kind.

Hang there like a fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!-Posthumus LeonatusAct V, Scene V

JAQUES: Rosalind is your love's name?ORLANDO: Yes, just.JAQUES: I do not like her name.ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.

You are full of pretty answers. Have you not been acquainted with goldsmiths' wives and conned them out of rings?

That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet

In my mind's eye

He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.

Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.

Mad I call it, for to define true madness, what is't to be nothing else but mad?

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey?

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:They are the ground, the books, the academes, From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire.

To give yourself away keep yourself still, And you must live drawn by your own sweet skill.

Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And die as fast as they see others grow.

I have more care to staythan will to go.

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.

By this reckoning he is more a shrew than she.

For I am born to tame you, Kate, And bring you from a wild Kate to a KateComfortable as other household Kates.

Of all matches never was the like.

Mother, I will look to like. If looking liking moves.

I have drunk, and seen the spider."(Leontine, Act II Scene I)

Get you gone, you dwarf, You minimus of hindering knotgrass made, You bead, you acorn!

Of all mad matches never was the likeBeing mad herself, she’s madly mated.

The curse of true love never did run smooth.

Impressive, most impressive, worthy lad, Thine Obi-Wan hath taught thee well, and thouHast master'd all thy fears. Now, go! ReleaseThine anger, for thy hate alone can strikeMe down!