Top 100 William Shakespeare Quotes
#2. And pity, like a new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind.
William Shakespeare
#4. Come on, come on; you are pictures out of doors,
Bells in your parlours, wild cats in your kitchens,
Saints in your injuries, devils being offended,
Players in your housewifery, and housewives in your beds.
William Shakespeare
#6. I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.
William Shakespeare
#7. Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights;
Four nights will quickly dream away the time.
William Shakespeare
#8. This we prescribe, though no physician;
Deep malice makes too deep incision;
Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed;
Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.
William Shakespeare
#9. O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you ...
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the forefinger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomi
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.
William Shakespeare
#13. So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
Find we a time for frighted peace to pant
And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
To be commenced in stronds afar remote.
William Shakespeare
#14. Someone steals my good reputation from me, then he really does make me truly poor, and steals something that doesn't even make him any richer.
William Shakespeare
#15. Yet I am doubtful, for I am mainly ignorant. What place this is, and all the skill I have
Remembers not these garments. Nor I know not
Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me,
For as I am a man, I think this lady
To be my child Cordelia.
William Shakespeare
#16. I am asham'd that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace.
William Shakespeare
#17. RUMOUR:
Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,
The which in every language I pronounce,
Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
William Shakespeare
#18. She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty How love makes young men thrall and old men dote How love is wise in folly, foolish-witty Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe, And still the choir of echoes answer so.
William Shakespeare
#20. In Shakespeare's time, as in ours and all other times, the paths of men and women do not often run in exactly the same directions, except to the common graves that hold us all.
William Shakespeare
#21. After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.
William Shakespeare
#22. If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.
William Shakespeare
#23. She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known
William Shakespeare
#27. Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.
William Shakespeare
#29. O that a lady, of one man refused,
Should of another therefore be abused!
William Shakespeare
#33. Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
William Shakespeare
#38. Yet, fortune cannot recompense me better
Than to die well, and not my master's debtor.
William Shakespeare
#39. For their love
Llies in their purses, and whoso empties them
By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.
William Shakespeare
#41. Blest are those
Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled,
That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger
To sound what stop she please.
William Shakespeare
#43. It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim, My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.
William Shakespeare
#44. Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning; One pain is less'ned by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another's languish.
William Shakespeare
#50. For conspiracy,
I know not how it tastes, though it be dished
For me to try how.
William Shakespeare
#52. Britain is A world by itself, and we will nothing pay For wearing our own noses.
William Shakespeare
#53. What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December? how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away? ...
William Shakespeare
#56. See you now your bait of falsehood take this carp of truth; and thus do we of wisdom and of reach, with windlasses and with assays of bias, by indirections find directions out.
William Shakespeare
#58. You are my true and honourable wife;
As dear to me as the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart.
William Shakespeare
#61. That in the captain's but a choleric word,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
William Shakespeare
#63. 'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd.
William Shakespeare
#65. For it falls out
That what we have we prize not to the worth
Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost,
Why, then we rack the value, then we find
The virtue that possession would not show us
While it was ours.
William Shakespeare
#66. Lay aside life-harming heaviness, And entertain a cheerful disposition.
William Shakespeare
#67. Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.
William Shakespeare
#68. It were for me
To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods;
To tell them that this world did equal theirs
Till they had stolen our jewel.
William Shakespeare
#70. Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.
William Shakespeare
#72. Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
William Shakespeare
#73. Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.
William Shakespeare
#75. That they lack, for if their heads had any intellectual armour they could never wear such heavy headpieces
William Shakespeare
#76. Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
William Shakespeare
#79. These, indeed, seem; For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passes show - [85] These but the trappings and the suits of woe.166
William Shakespeare
#80. Beatrice: I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick: nobody marks you.
Benedick: What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?
William Shakespeare
#81. Coins always make sound but currency notes are always silent, so when ever your value increases keep yourself calm and silent.
William Shakespeare
#83. Men must learn now with pity to dispense;
For policy sits above conscience.
William Shakespeare
#84. A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother.
William Shakespeare
#87. O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd, That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!
William Shakespeare
#90. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone
Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
William Shakespeare
#91. Laughing Faces Do Not Mean That There Is Absence Of Sorrow! But It Means That They Have The Ability To Deal With It
William Shakespeare
#92. By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next
William Shakespeare
#93. It is surely significant, for instance, that Romeo and Juliet was written at around the same time as The Merchant of Venice, a play that is preoccupied with the whole question of freedom of choice and its consequences.4
William Shakespeare
#94. So many miseries have craz'd my voice,
That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute.
William Shakespeare
#95. ROMEO
By heaven, I love thee better than myself,
For I come hither arm'd against myself.
William Shakespeare
#97. As a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honorable than the bare brow of a bachelor.
William Shakespeare
#100. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break.
William Shakespeare
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