William Shakespeare Quotes

A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.

Society is no comfort, to one not sociable.

Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!

Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.

Would it not grieve a woman to be over-mastered by a piece of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marle?

I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools.

I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.

I'll speak in a monstrous little voice.

For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins Shall forth at vast of night that they may work All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.

Perseverance... keeps honor bright: to have done, is to hang quite out of fashion, like a rusty nail in monumental mockery.

Better three hours too soon, than one hour to late.

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! *It’s sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it’s actually very rough when you experience it.*

I am wrapped in dismal thinking.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume

At Christmas, I no more desire a rose.

What else may hap, to time I will commit.

And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead. Go to thy deathbed. He never will come again.

When the mind's free, The Body's delicate.

When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner

Love runs away from those chasing her, and those who run away, she throws herself on his neck.

The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

Patch grief with proverbs.

What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you. On Helen’s cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new. Speak of the spring and foison of the year; The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear, And you in every blessèd shape we know. In all external grace you have some part, But you like none, none you, for constant heart.

Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother.

He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.

Cheerily to sea; the signs of war advance: No king of England, if not king of France

A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r Lady, inclining to threescore; and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff.

Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, The numbers of the feared.

The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.

All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.

I do begin to have bloody thoughts.

Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.

I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I.

I humbly do beseech of your pardon, For too much loving you

I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

I was a coward on instinct.

Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.

How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath?

a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate.

O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh

We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.

Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.

For she had eyes and chose me.

Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggary