William Shakespeare Quotes (3360 Quotes)

They say miracles are past and we have ourphilosophical persons, to make modern and familiar, things supernatural and causeless.

I know my duty; you are all undutiful.

You cannot make gross sins look clear To revenge is no valour, but to bear.

Thou art a soul in bliss but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.

To 'cide this title is impanellèd
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart,
And by their verdict is determinèd
The clear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part.

Go get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her.

So holy and so perfect is my love,
And I in such a poverty of grace,
That I shall think it a most plenteous crop
To glean the broken ears after the man
That the main harvest reaps; loose now and then
A scatt'red smile, and that I'll live upon.

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

Out of my lean and low ability I'll lend you something.

He that will divide a
minute into a thousand parts, and break but a part of the
thousand part of a minute in the affairs of love, it may be said
of him that Cupid hath clapp'd him o' th' shoulder, but I'll
warrant him heart-whole.

Do all men kill the things they do not love?

Of folded schedules had she many a one, Which she perused, sigh'd, tore, and gave the flood; Crack'd many a ring of posied gold and bone; Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud.

ROSS You must have patience, madam. LADY MACDUFF He had none His flight was madness when our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors.

Now will it best avail your Majesty
To cross the seas and to be crown'd in France:
The presence of a king engenders love
Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,
As it disanimates his enemies.

Mine honour is my life; both grow in one;
Take honour from me, and my life is done:
Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try;
In that I live, and for that will I die.

I pray, sir, tell me, is it possible
That love should of a sudden take such hold?

In good truth, the poet makes a most excellent description
of it: Fortune is an excellent moral.

Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him!

Kiss me, Kate.

In thee thy mother dies, our household's name,
My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame.

Anointed let me be with deadly venom,
And die ere men can say 'God save the Queen!

I never sued to friend nor enemy;
My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word;
But, now thy beauty is propos'd my fee,
My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak.

I thank God, I thank God.

Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

Whether it be through force of your report,
My noble Lord of Suffolk, or for that
My tender youth was never yet attaint
With any passion of inflaming love,
I cannot tell; but this I am assur'd,
I feel such sharp dissension in my breast,
Such fierce alarums both of hope and fear,
As I am sick with working of my thoughts.

I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument
Deserves the travail of a worthier pen,
Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent
He robs thee of, and pays it thee again.

Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus and we petty men Walk under his huge legs.

Assume a virtue, if you have it not.

Would I were dead, if God's good will were so,For what is in this world but grief and woe

O King, be loyal to the royal within you.

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after-loss.

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.

He was indeed the glass; Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.

In which array, brave soldier, doth he lie
Larding the plain; and by his bloody side,
Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,
The noble Earl of Suffolk also lies.

There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.

Oh, Lord, who lends me life, lend me a heart replete with thankfulness.

These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights; Than those that walk and wot not what they are.

'Tis pity love should be so contrary;
And thinking on it makes me cry 'Alas!

Disgrace not so your king,
That he should be so abject, base, and poor,
To choose for wealth and not for perfect love.

The world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

O, there be players that I
have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly (not to
speak it profanely), that, neither having the accent of
Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so
strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of Nature's
journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated
humanity so abominably.

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.

Good people, enter, and lay hold on him.

Let them speak, If they speak more or less
than truth, they are villains and the sons of darkness.

Ah, uncle Humphrey, in thy face I see
The map of honour, truth, and loyalty!

And so suppose am I; for in his grave
Assure thyself my love is buried.

Mother, for love of grace,
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul
That not your trespass but my madness speaks.

The night is dark; light and spirits will become it well.