William Shakespeare Quotes (3360 Quotes)
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- Because it is a customary cross, As die to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers.
(William Shakespeare, "A Midsummer Night's Dream")
- Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.
(William Shakespeare, "As You Like It")
- The let-alone lies not in your good will.
(William Shakespeare, "King Lear")
- Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.
(William Shakespeare, "Much Ado About Nothing")
- Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.
(William Shakespeare, "Othello")
- My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.
(William Shakespeare, "The Taming of the Shrew")
- Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.- Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!
(William Shakespeare, "A Midsummer Night's Dream")
- A piece of work that will make sick men whole.
(William Shakespeare, "Julius Caesar")
- This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.
(William Shakespeare, "King Lear")
- Pause awhile, And let my counsel sway you.
(William Shakespeare, "Much Ado About Nothing")
- Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up tine, supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
(William Shakespeare, "Othello")
- She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.
(William Shakespeare, "The Taming of the Shrew")
- I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
(William Shakespeare, "A Midsummer Night's Dream")
- And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.
(William Shakespeare, "Julius Caesar")
- Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.
(William Shakespeare, "King Lear")
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