Quotes by William Shakespeare

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Born ca. 1564 and died ca. 1616 during the Renaissance period (1450-1599). One of the greatest writers of all time, Shakespeare, the peerless poet of the Sonnets and the creator of such dramatic masterpieces as Romeo and Juliet, ... more

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In a false quarrel there is no true valor.

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
As he was valiant, I honor him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain
The evil that men do, lives on; the good, often interred with their bones.
My soul is in the sky.
Of all the needs (there are none imaginary) a lonely child has, the one that must be satisfied, if there is going to be hope and a hope of wholeness, is the unshaken need for an unshakable God."
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold.
Nimble thought can jump both sea and land.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind."
Strange, how desire doth outrun performance.
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.
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.
Win her with gifts, if she respect not words.
I am your wife, if you will marry me; If not, I'll die your maid, To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant, Whether you will or no.
There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
When valor preys on reason, it eats the sword it fights with.
You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live.
O, call back yesterday, bid time return.
Most dangerous Is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue
O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony. [Julius Caesar]
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Manhood is melted into courtesies, valor into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones, too.
Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.
Report me and my cause aright.
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.
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, and thou art wedded to calamity.
For we which now behold these present days have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
Dost thou think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale?
O comfort-killing night, image of hell, dim register and notary of shame, black stage for tragedies and murders fell, vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame!
Remembrance of things past.
Every good servant does not all commands.
Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.
Let me have men about me that are fat, sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights. Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes deeds ill done!
What is past is prologue.
Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.
A peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.
For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently, However they have writ the style of gods And made a push at chance and sufferance.
Soft pity enters an iron gate.
You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch, therefore bear you the lantern.
There have been many great men that have flattered the people who never loved them.
I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
For he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royally.
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
There's not one wise man among twenty will praise himself.
But, good my brother, do not, as some ungracious pastors do. Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven whilst like a puffed and reckless libertine himself the primrose path of dalliance treads and recks not his own rede.
Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep.
He plough'd her, and she cropp'd.
The proverb is something musty.
I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people.
And where the offence is, let the great axe fall.
What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory.
What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unused.
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha lost my reputation, I ha lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!