Quotes
from William Shakespeare – O teach me how I should forget to think
“Lovers
and madmen have such seething brains,
Such
shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More
than cool reason ever comprehends.
The
lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are
of imagination all compact:
One
sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That
is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees
Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The
poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth
glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And
as imagination bodies forth
The
forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns
them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A
local habitation and a name.”
―
Shakespeare William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
“O
teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)”
―
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
“Wisely
and slow; they stumble that run fast.”
―
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
“Parting
is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.”
―
Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
“If
I profane with my unworthiest hand
This
holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My
lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To
smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Juliet:
Good
pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which
mannerly devotion shows in this;
For
saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And
palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
Romeo:
Have
not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Juliet:
Ay,
pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
Romeo:
O,
then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They
pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Juliet:
Saints
do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
Romeo:
Then
move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus
from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
Juliet:
Then
have my lips the sin that they have took.
Romeo:
Sin
from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give
me my sin again.
Juliet:
You
kiss by the book.”
―
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
“Do you
bite your thumb at us, sir?
SAMPSON
[Aside to Gregory]: Is the law of our side, if I say ay?
GREGORY
[Aside to Sampson]: No.
SAMPSON:
No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir.”
―
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
“Now
cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince;
And
flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. ”
―
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
“Our
revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I
foretold you, were all spirits and
Are
melted into air, into thin air:
And,
like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The
cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The
solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea,
all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And,
like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave
not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As
dreams are made on, and our little life
Is
rounded with a sleep.”
―
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
“When
we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.”
―
William Shakespeare, King Lear
“Love
is a smoke made with the fume of sighs;
Being
purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being
vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears;
What
is it else? A madness most discreet,
A
choking gall, and a preserving sweet.”
―
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
“O
serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
Did
ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
Beautiful
tyrant! fiend angelical!
Dove-feather'd
raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!
Despised
substance of divinest show!
Just
opposite to what thou justly seem'st,
A
damned saint, an honourable villain!
O
nature, what hadst thou to do in hell;
When
thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
In
mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?
Was
ever book containing such vile matter
So
fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell
In
such a gorgeous palace!”
― William
Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
“Two
households, both alike in dignity,
In
fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From
ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where
civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From
forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A
pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole
misadventured piteous overthrows
Do
with their death bury their parents' strife.
The
fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And
the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which,
but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is
now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The
which if you with patient ears attend,
What
here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.”
―
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
