William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 5

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie.

Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care,The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,Chief nourisher in life's feast.

Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him. *all cheer for Shakespearean insults*

True hope is swift and flies with swallow's wings Kings it makes Gods and meaner creatures kings.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.

Suit the action to the word, theWord to the action.

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.

Murder most foul as in the best it is But this most foul strange and unnatural.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mockThe meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss,Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger:But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o'erWho dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!(Act 3, scene 3, 165–171)

We defy augury. There is special providence inthe fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not tocome, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come—thereadiness is all. Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows what is'tto leave betimes, let be. (Hamlet 5.2.217-224)

When I was at home I was in a better place but travellers must be content.

Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.

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

DESDEMONA: I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.OTHELLO: Oh, ay, as summer flies are in the shambles,That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed,Who art so lovely fair and smell’st so sweetThat the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born!DESDEMONA: Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?OTHELLO: Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,Made to write “whore” upon?

The fault dear Brutus is not in our stars but in ourselves.

We few we happy few we band of brothers For he today that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.

Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh,Your vows to her and me, put in two scales,Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.

Thou calledst me a dog before thou hadst a cause,But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.

Say a day without the ever.

Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio’s death,The noise was high. Ha! No more moving?Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were ’t good?I think she stirs again—No. What’s best to do?If she come in, she’ll sure speak to my wife—My wife! my wife! what wife? I have no wife.Oh, insupportable! Oh, heavy hour!Methinks it should be now a huge eclipseOf sun and moon, and that th' affrighted globeShould yawn at alteration.

At little more than kin and less than kind.

I'll have no husband, if you be not he.

There's small choice in rotten apples.

Mum, mum,He that keeps nor crust nor crumb,Weary of all, shall want some.

To be or not to be that is the question.

Pleasure and revenge have ears more deaf than adders to the voice of any true decision.

Viola to Duke Orsino: 'I'll do my bestt t To woo your lady.'[Aside.] 'Yet, a barful strife!t t Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.

Good madonna, give me leave toprove you a fool.

Every one can master a grief but he that has it.

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.

ROSENCRANTZ My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king.HAMLET The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing -GUILDENSTERN A thing my lord?HAMLET Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after!

This was the most unkindest cut of all For when the noble Caesar saw him stab Ingratitude more strong than traitor's arm Quite vanquish'd him then burst his mighty heart.

God grant us patience!

Jesters do often prove prophets.

I am not gamesome: I do lack some partof that quick spirit that is in Antony.

I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none

What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,So stumblest on my counsel?*Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended,That you have but slumbered hereWhile these visions did appear.And this weak and idle theme,No more yielding but a dream,Gentles, do not reprehend:If you pardon, we will mend:And, as I am an honest Puck,If we have unearned luckNow to 'scape the serpent's tongue,We will make amends ere long;Else the Puck a liar call;So, good night unto you all.Give me your hands, if we be friends,And Robin shall restore amends.

Unsex me here and fill me from crown to toe full of direst cruelty That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose." Macbeth

O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave?Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!

Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.

Good wombs have borne bad sons."-- (Miranda, I:2)

More in sorrow than in anger.

O sleep O gentle sleep Nature's soft nurse.

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

Be thou as chaste as ice as pure as snow thou shalt not escape calumny.

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving,

For murder though it have no tongue will speak With most miraculous organ.

Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her, But Romeo may not.

Friar Laurence:O, mickle is the powerful grace that liesIn herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought to vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give; nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime's by action dignified.

true apothecary thy drugs art quick

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.

And worse I may be yet: the worst is notSo long as we can say 'This is the worst.

Men are April when they woo December when they wed maids are May when they are maids but the sky changes when they are wives.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,And then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor. If you love me, I'll always be in your heart. If you hate me, I'll always be in your mind.

Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.

Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust. (Act V, Scene 2, 2503)