Quotes
from William Shakespeare - There's small choice in rotten apples
“Now
I will believe that there are unicorns...”
―
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
“But
I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For
daws to peck at: I am not what I am.”
―
William Shakespeare, Othello
“Peace?
I hate the word as I hate hell and all Montagues.”
―
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
“There's
small choice in rotten apples.”
―
William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew
“Love's
stories written in love's richest books.
To
fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.”
―
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
“Thought
is free.”
―
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
“So
we grew together,
Like
to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But
yet an union in partition,
Two
lovely berries moulded on one stem.”
―
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
“Men
have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.”
―
William Shakespeare, As You Like It
“A
rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
―
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
“My
hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.”
―
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
“For
God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And
tell sad stories of the death of kings;
How
some have been deposed; some slain in war,
Some
haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
Some
poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd;
All
murder'd: for within the hollow crown
That
rounds the mortal temples of a king
Keeps
Death his court and there the antic sits,
Scoffing
his state and grinning at his pomp,
Allowing
him a breath, a little scene,
To
monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks,
Infusing
him with self and vain conceit,
As
if this flesh which walls about our life,
Were
brass impregnable, and humour'd thus
Comes
at the last and with a little pin
Bores
through his castle wall, and farewell king!”
―
William Shakespeare, Richard II
“Speak
what we feel, not what we ought to say.”
―
Willilam Shakespeare, King Lear
“it
provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance”
―
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
“Thus
I die. Thus, thus, thus.
Now
I am dead,
Now
I am fled,
My
soul is in the sky.
Tongue,
lose thy light.
Moon
take thy flight.
Now
die, die, die, die.”
―
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
“April
hath put a spirit of youth in everything. (Sonnet XCVIII)”
―
William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets
“Out,
damned spot! out, I say!—One, two; why, then ‘tis time to do’t.—Hell is
murky!—Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows
it, when none can call our power to account?—Yet who would have thought the old
man to have so much blood in him? The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she
now?—What, will these hands ne’er be clean?—No more o’that, my lord, no more
o’that: you mar all with this starting. Here’s the smell of the blood still:
all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh!”
―
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
“O,
brave new world
that
has such people in't!”
―
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
“Love
sought is good, but giv'n unsought is better.”
―
William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
“His
life was gentle; and the elements
So
mixed in him, that Nature might stand up
And
say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!”
―
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
“Tis
an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.”
―
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
“Once
more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or
close the wall up with our English dead.
In
peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As
modest stillness and humility:
But
when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then
imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen
the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise
fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then
lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let
pry through the portage of the head
Like
the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As
fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang
and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd
with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now
set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold
hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To
his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose
blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers
that, like so many Alexanders,
Have
in these parts from morn till even fought
And
sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour
not your mothers; now attest
That
those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be
copy now to men of grosser blood,
And
teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose
limbs were made in England, show us here
The
mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That
you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For
there is none of you so mean and base,
That
hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I
see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining
upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow
your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry
'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!”
―
William Shakespeare, Henry V
