Quotes
from William Shakespeare - Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice
“Silence
is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how
much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for
you
and dote upon the exchange.”
―
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
“When,
in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I
all alone beweep my outcast state
And
trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And
look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing
me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured
like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring
this man's art and that man's scope,
With
what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet
in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply
I think on thee, and then my state,
Like
to the lark at break of day arising
From
sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For
thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That
then I scorn to change my state with kings. a”
―
William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets
“And
therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover,
To
entertain these fair well-spoken days, —
I am
determined to prove a villain,
And
hate the idle pleasures of these days.”
―
William Shakespeare, Richard III
“Give
every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy
judgment. But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft
proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are of a
most select and generous chief in that.”
―
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
“Not
that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.”
―
Wiliam Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
“So
fair and foul a day I have not seen.”
―
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
“And
worse I may be yet: the worst is not
So
long as we can say 'This is the worst.”
―
William Shakespeare, King Lear
“How
does your patient, doctor?
Doctor:
Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep
her from rest.
Macbeth:
Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the
memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with
some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff
which weighs upon her heart.
Doctor:
Therein the patient must minister to himself.”
―
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
“She
loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have used.”
―
William Shakespeare, Othello
“Love
me!... Why?”
―
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
“Misery
acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.”
―
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
“Thou
art a very ragged Wart.”
―
William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part 2
“Self-love,
my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.”
―
William Shakespeare, King Henry V
“What,
you egg?”
―
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
“I
have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say
what dream it was: man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream.
Methought I was--there is no man can tell what. Methought I was,--and methought
I had,--but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I
had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is
not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my
dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream: it shall be
called Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom...”
―
William Shakespeare
“For
you, in my respect, are all the world.
Then
how can it be said I am alone
When
all the world is here to look on me?”
―
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
“I
would not wish Any companion in the world but you, Nor can imagination form a
shape, Besides yourself, to like of.”
―
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
“A
miracle. Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but
by this light I take thee for pity.
Beatrice:
I would not deny you, but by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and
partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption.
Benedick:
Peace. I will stop your mouth.”
―
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
