William Shakespeare Quotes
-
What a deformed thief this fashion is.
-
Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.
-
Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
-
This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh!
-
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh!
-
As I hope For quiet days, fair issue, and long life, With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den, The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion Our worser genius can, shall never melt Mine honour into lust, to take away The edge of that day's celebration, When I shall think or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd Or Night kept chain'd below.
-
Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.
-
I love thee, and it is my love that speaks.
-
Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice, He offers in another's enterprise; But more in Troilus thousand-fold I see Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be, Yet hold I off.
-
I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.
-
Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.
-
Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on his back.
-
I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely.
-
I speak of peace, while covert enmity under the smile of safety wounds the world
-
I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor.
-
There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.
-
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready with every nod to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep.
-
I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.
-
Why, then the world ’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.
-
The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.