William Shakespeare Quotes
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I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
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When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
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Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.
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I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath; Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.
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thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.
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The thing of courage As rous'd with rage doth sympathise, And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key, Retorts to chiding fortune.
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Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
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When our actions do not, our fears make us traitors.
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Of chastity, the ornaments are chaste.
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In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.
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The language I have learnt these forty years, My native English, now I must forgo; And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol or a harp, Or like a cunning instrument cased up Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
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Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.
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In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind.
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They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.
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Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of Our human generation you shall find.
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Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.
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For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
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But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the upmost round, he then turns his back, looks in the clouds, scorning the vase defrees by which he did ascend.
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Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.
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There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.
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Time ... thou ceaseless lackey to eternity.
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The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
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I stalk about her door, like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for waftage.
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Now I will believe that there are unicorns.