William Shakespeare Quotes
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I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
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When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner
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True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.
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But virtue never will be mov'd, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven.
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We are such stuff that dreams are made of.
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You are strangely troublesome.
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If it be you that stirs these daughters' hearts against their father, fool me not so much to bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, and let not women's weapons, water drops, stain my man's cheeks.
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Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.
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O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love... 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
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A man can die but once.
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Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them And show the heavens more just.
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Now, neighbor confines, purge you of your scum! Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, revel the night, rob, murder, and commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways?
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What's the news? None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest, Then is doomsday near.
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The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We are such stuff as dreams are made of.
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I have a bone to pick with Fate
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Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
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Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.
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Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence, the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either master the devil or throw him out With wondrous potency.
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How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!
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If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
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Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
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To show our simple skill, That is the true beginning of our end.
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Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things . . . nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.
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He hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink; his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts. (Shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost, IV)