William Shakespeare Quotes

Say as you think and speak it from your souls.

Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.

And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.

Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation

As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue

O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!

We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

Let the sap of reason quench the fire of passion.

A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

You are an alchemist; make gold of that.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name.

Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.

Love all. Trust a few. Do wrong to none. This above all: to thine own self be true. No legacy is so rich as honesty. Brevity is the soul of wit

Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.

Tis a happy thing To be the father unto many sons.

Every fair from fair sometime declines

Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on.

Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks.

To fear the worst oft cures the worst.

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

They do not love that do not show their love.

Right joyous are we to behold your face, Most worthy brother England; fairly met!

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph.

Glory is like a circle in the water

Foul whisperings are abroad

I do I know not what, and fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. Fate, show thy force. Ourselves we do not owe. What is decreed must be; and be this so.

Small to greater matters must give way.

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.

Haply for I am black, And have not those soft parts of conversation That chamberers have; or for I am declined Into the vale of years—yet that’s not much— She’s gone. I am abused, and my relief Must be to loathe her. O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad And live upon the vapor of a dungeon Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others’ uses. Yet ’tis the plague of great ones; Prerogatived are they less than the base. ’Tis destiny unshunnable, like death.

It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

The sense of death is most in apprehension.

A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish.

'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal.

Preferred three hours quicker over one moment late.

Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.

He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle.

All of Creation’s a farce. Man was born as a joke. In his head his reason is buffeted Like wind-blown smoke. Life is a game. Everyone ridicules everyone else. But he who has the last laugh Laughs longest.

Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.

People’s good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass.

Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none. Beatrice: A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me. -Much Ado About Nothing

He's loved of the distracted multitude, who like not in their judgement, but their eyes.

We are ready to try our fortunes to the last man.

Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?