William Shakespeare Quotes

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Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious To have mistrusted her.

Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow.

Who soars too near the sun, with golden wings, melts them.

To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars.

This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.

Merciful heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Splits the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle; but man, proud man, Dressed in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured His glassy essence--like an angry ape Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens, would all themselves laugh mortal.

The plants look up to heaven, from whence they have their nourishment.

Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.

But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds [vows] disgraced them." Viola: "Thy reason, man?" Feste: "Troth [Truthfully], sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I am loathe to prove reason with them.

They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.

The play's the thing.

When once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right.

My story starts at sea... a perilous voyage to an unknown land... a shipwreck... The wild waters roar and heave... The brave vessel is dashed all to pieces, and all the helpless souls within her drowned... all save one... a lady... whose soul is greater than the ocean... and her spirit stronger than the sea's embrace... Not for her a watery end, but a new life beginning on a stranger shore. It will be a love story... for she will be my heroine for all time. And her name will be... Viola.

What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand.

Bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest.

The prince of darkness is a gentleman!

You have too much respect upon the world; They lose it that do buy it with much care

One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.

The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.

Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.

[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.