William Shakespeare Quotes
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When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.
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Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s.
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Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come.
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He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
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They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
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He was ever precise in promise-keeping.
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By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.
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Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools.
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Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.
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I'll note you in my book of memory.
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Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day.
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More matter with less art.
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The liquid drops of tears that you have shed Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl, Advantaging their loan with interest Of ten times double gain of happiness.
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They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.
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Women being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the walls.
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'Tis not to make me jealous To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous.
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This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
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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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My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.
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Mean and mighty, rotting Together, have one dust.
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. . . nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 'twere a careless trifle.
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The best is yet to come.
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Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
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I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.