William Shakespeare Quotes

How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.

Good old grandsire ... we shall be joyful of thy company.

Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article." --Othello, Act III, Scene iii

See where she comes apparelled like the spring.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

I would not wish any companion in the world but you.

All things are ready, if our mind be so.

Men's vows are women's traitors

Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.

God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!

They that stand high have many blasts to shake them.

For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know.

The best is yet to come.

Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever. Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself

Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down

When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.

A man I am cross'd with adversity.

Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.

Can we outrun the heavens?

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.

The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease.

Thus may poor fools Belive false teachers.

Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine.

the time of life is short; To spend that shortness basely were too long.

ROMEO to BALTHASAR But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

Let us kill all lawyers

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

Grief best is pleased with grief's society.

I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme. . .

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

It provokes the desire but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him and it mars him; it sets him on and it takes him off.

My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.

To business that we love we rise betime, and go to't with delight.

The very instant I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides To make me slave to it. ...mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give, and much less take What I shall die to want.

To go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes

O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!

Women being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the walls.

Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won

And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.

Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt.

Let each man do his best.

Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.

I can give the loser leave to chide.

This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.