William Shakespeare Quotes
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The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.
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The instances that second marriage move Are base respects of thrift, but none of love.
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Wish chastely, and love dearly.
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How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
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I would not wish any companion in the world but you.
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I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
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It's easy for someone to joke about scars if they've never been cut.
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Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire, Begin it with weak straws.
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When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies.
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Love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams Driving back shadows over low'ring hills. Therefore do nimble-pinioned doves draw Love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
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Love is . . . a madness most discreet
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Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
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Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.
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My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away Men are but gilded loan or painted clay... Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.
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As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
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Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.
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Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead. Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain.
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Love is a spirit all compact of fire.
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Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.
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Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, more than quick words, do move a woman's mind.
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What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks And formless ruin of oblivion.
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Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee.
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Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.