William Shakespeare Quotes
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It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance
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All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown. Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.
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Then with the losers let it sympathize, For nothing can seem foul to those that win.
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Heaven - the treasury of everlasting life.
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Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.
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He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.
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It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
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I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.
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Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service
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The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape, In forms imaginary, th' unguided days And rotten times that you shall look upon When I am sleeping with my ancestors.
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Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.
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I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
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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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You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.
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I have thrust myself into this maze, Haply to wive and thrive as best I may.
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Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till, by broad spreading, it disperse to naught.
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Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.
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Good fortune then! To make me blest or cursed'st among men.
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And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound.
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O, Thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint.
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Presume not that I am the thing I was.
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My friends were poor, but honest, so's my love.
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Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition
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Most friendship is faining, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly. This life is most jolly.