Quotes by William Shakespeare
Our bodies are our gardens... our wills are our gardeners.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love...
In respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious.
So 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet. I put my hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone; then I felt to his k...
The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants.
O comfort-killing night, image of hell, dim register and notary of shame, black stage for tragedies and murders fell, vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame!
When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound by shallows and in misery. Julius Caesar
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,-- This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
He makes a July's day short as December, And with his varying childness cures in me Thoughts that would thick my blood.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
I hate ingratitude more in a person; than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or, any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood. Twelfth Night
Th abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.
Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it. He died...
There is a tide in the affairs of men Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
Beware the ides of March.
An two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind.
I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have.
'Tis not hard, I think, For men so old as we to keep the peace.
I to the world am like a drop of waterThat in the ocean seeks another drop,Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself.
An old man, sir, and his wits are not so blunt as, God help, I would desire they were; but, in faith, honest as the skin between his brows.
Seyton. The Queen, my lord, is dead. Macbeth. She should have died hereafter;...
I have Immortal longings in me.
Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak, for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, sp...
Gold? Yellow, glittering, precious gold? ......
