William Shakespeare Quotes

Robust grass endures mighty winds; loyal ministers emerge through ordeal.

I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it

Let gentleness my strong enforcement be.

To be in love- where scorn is bought with groans,Coy looks with heart-sore sighs, one fading moment's mirthWith twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights;If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain;If lost, why then a grievous labour won;However, but a folly bought with wit,Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!

Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it.

The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.

I can counterfeit the deep tragedian;Speak and look back, and pry on every side,Tremble and start, at wagging of a straw,Intending deep suspicion.

Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now.

Though Death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.

The king-becoming graces,As justice, verity, temp'rance, stableness,Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,I have no relish of them, but aboundIn the division of each several crime,Acting in many ways.

Full fathom five thy father lies

Discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speak of nothing but despair.

That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.

For I am nothing if not critical.

Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe

Every offense is not a hate at first.

And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye,Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock:Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags."

A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers.

Ingratitude is monstrous.

We cannot all be masters.

My master hath been an honorable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him which gentlemen have.

Which means she to deceive, father or mother?

Grace and remembrance be to you both.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.

He that is truly dedicated to war hath no self-love

So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.

Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.

Oh, how this spring of love resembleth, The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all beauty of the Sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away

Remembrance of things past.

Who is it can read a woman?

I once did hold it, as our statists do,A baseness to write fair, and labour'd muchHow to forget that learning; but, sir, nowIt did me yeoman's service.

A harmless necessary cat.

The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.

Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no careWho chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are!

Honor, riches, marriage-blessingLong continuance, and increasing,Hourly joys be still upon you!

When truth kills truth, O devilish holy fray!

Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.

You peasant swain! You whoreson malt-horse drudge!

And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother

Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.

You must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.

Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeksWithin his bending sickle's compass come;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out even to the edge of doom.If this be error and upon me prov'd,I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.

Thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife!

For 'tis the sport to have the engineerHoist with his own petard.

Jesters do oft prove prophets.

You shall more command with years than with your weapons.

The instruments of darkness tell us truths.

Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.

Pleasure and revengeHave ears more deaf than adders to the voiceOf any true decision.

I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.

Say, what abridgement have you for this evening?What masque, what music? How shall we beguileThe lazy time if not with some delight?

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

My desolation does begin to make A better life.

A wicked conscience mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.