“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and
to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth
“Let me not to the marriage of
true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring barque,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be
taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within 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 proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.”
― William Shakespeare, Great Sonnets
“Our doubts are traitors,
and make us lose the good we oft might win,
by fearing to attempt.”
― William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure
“Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no
more,
Men were deceivers ever,-
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.”
― William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
“Expectation is the root of all
heartache.”
― William Shakespeare
“Brevity is the soul of wit.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet
“Listen to many, speak to a few.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet
“What's in a name? that which we
call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.”
― William Shakespeare, Othello
“If you prick us, do we not bleed?
if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you
wrong us, shall we not revenge?". - (Act III, scene I).”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
“All's well that ends well.”
― William Shakespeare, All's Well That Ends
Well
“If we are true to ourselves, we
can not be false to anyone.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet
“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans
everything.”
― William Shakespeare, As You Like It
“What piece of work is a man, how
noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving, how express and
admirable in action, how like an angel in apprehension, how like a god! The
beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this
quintessence of dust?”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet
“A coward dies a thousand times
before his death, but the valiant taste of death but once. It seems to me most
strange that men should fear, seeing that death, a necessary end, will come
when it will come.”
― William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
“There's an old saying that
applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene
4)”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet
“Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend
me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him;
The evil that men do lives after them,
The good is oft interred with their bones,
So let it be with Caesar ... The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answered it ...
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,
(For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all; all honourable men)
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral ...
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man….
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
O judgement! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason…. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me”
― William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
“If music be the food of love,
play on.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
“Suspicion always haunts the
guilty mind.”
― William Shakespeare, King Henry VI, Part 3
“The evil that men do lives after
them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.”
― William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
“I wasted time, and now doth time
waste me.”
― William Shakespeare, Richard II
“As flies to wanton boys are we to
the gods.
They kill us for their sport.”
― William Shakespeare, King Lear
“O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's
soft nurse, how have I frightened thee. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids
down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?”
― William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part 2
“The devil can cite Scripture for
his purpose.
An evil soul producing holy witness
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek,
A goodly apple rotten at the heart.
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
“There is a tide in the affairs of
men
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.”
― William Shakespeare , Julius Caesar
“love is blind
and lovers cannot see
the pretty follies
that themselves commit”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
“Better three hours too soon than
a minute too late.”
― William Shakespeare, The Merry Wives of
Windsor
“The quality of mercy is not
strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's
When mercy seasons justice.”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
“a young woman in love always
looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
Love each other in moderation.
That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow.*”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
“Reputation is an idle and most
false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.(Iago, Act
II, scene iii)”
― William Shakespeare, Othello
