William Shakespeare Quotes

I can see his pride Peep through each part of him.

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• The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants.

  

  William Shakespeare
  • God
  • Children
  • Family

• Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face for all occasions

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Heart
  • Smile
  • Tears

• Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Love
  • Value
  • For Her

• Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Funny
  • Lying
  • Sexy

• The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately – long love doth so.

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Love
  • Honey
  • Appetite

• We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Suffering
  • Enjoy
  • Littles

• The mind of guilt is full of scorpions.

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Mind
  • Guilt
  • Scorpions

• Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Giving
  • Food
  • Fighting

• When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness gives strength to your opponents.

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Giving
  • Fear
  • Weakness

• Nothing comes from doing nothing.

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Doing Nothing

• This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in.

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Knows
  • Darkness
  • Prison

• I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Knows
  • Lips
  • Palestine

• I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Believe
  • Environment
  • Wit

• Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art, A good mouth-filling oath.

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Good
  • Art
  • Lady

• Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Heart
  • Grief
  • Break

• Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are!

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Proud
  • Care
  • Conspiracy

• Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring love. Night and silence.--Who is here? Weeds of Athens he doth wear: This is he, my master said, Despised the Athenian maid; And here the maiden, sleeping sound, On the dank and dirty ground. Pretty soul! she durst not lie Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy. Churl, upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe. When thou wakest, let love forbid Sleep his seat on thy eyelid: So awake when I am gone; For I must now to Oberon.

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Soul
  • Night
  • Sleep

• Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Should
  • Ambition
  • Made

• Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Time
  • inspirational
  • Motivational

• When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserved when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mockery makes. The robb'd that smiles steals something for the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Grief
  • Worst
  • Injury

• Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent.

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Enough
  • Holiday
  • Consent

• I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.

  

  William Shakespeare
  • May
  • Father
  • Daughter

• I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Kind
  • Perseverance
  • Sticks

• When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree.

  

  William Shakespeare
  • Giving
  • Growth
  • Needs