William Shakespeare Quotes
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No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here.
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What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory.
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Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen! Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!
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I was born free as Caesar; so were you
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Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But Lust's effect is tempest after sun; Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done; Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.
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Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime...
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Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
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But when I came, alas, to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.
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A plague on both your houses.
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The color of the king doth come and go, Between his purpose and his conscience, Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set: His passion is so ripe, it needs must break.
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Free from gross passion or of mirth of anger constant spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment, not working with the eye without the ear, and but in purged judgement trusting neither? Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.
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I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear
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We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously.
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Then others for breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.
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That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.
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Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet--nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather.
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All the world's a stage.
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I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
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A thousand moral paintings I can show That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune's More pregnantly than words.
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If you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.
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The prize of all too precious you.
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For I am nothing if not critical.
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Love is too young to know what conscience is.
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This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.