Quotes
from William Shakespeare – Time travels at different speeds for different
people
“More
of your conversation would infect my brain.”
―
William Shakespeare, Coriolanus
“Time
travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time
strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.”
―
William Shakespeare, As You Like It
“From
women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They
sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They
are the books, the arts, the academes,
That
show, contain and nourish all the world.”
―
Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost
“I
am a man more sinned against than sinning”
―
William Shakespeare, King Lear
“Officers,
what offence have these men done?
DOGBERRY
Marry,
sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths;
secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have
belied
a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, to conclude, they are
lying knaves.”
―
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
“Death,
a necessary end, will come when it will come”
―
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
“I
must be gone and live, or stay and die.”
―
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
“Excellent
wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.”
―
William Shakespeare, Othello
“Death,
that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy
beauty.”
―
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
“Uneasy
lies the head that wears a crown.”
―
William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part Two
“Educated
men are so impressive!”
―
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
“What
do I fear? Myself? There’s none else by.
Richard
loves Richard; that is, I and I.
Is
there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am.
Then
fly! What, from myself? Great reason why:
Lest
I revenge. What, myself upon myself?
Alack,
I love myself. Wherefore? For any good
That
I myself have done unto myself?
O,
no! Alas, I rather hate myself
For
hateful deeds committed by myself.
I am
a villain. Yet I lie. I am not.
Fool,
of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter:
My
conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And
every tongue brings in a several tale,
And
every tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury,
perjury, in the highest degree;
Murder,
stern murder, in the direst degree;
All
several sins, all used in each degree,
Throng
to the bar, crying all, “Guilty! guilty!”
I
shall despair. There is no creature loves me,
And
if I die no soul will pity me.
And
wherefore should they, since that I myself
Find
in myself no pity to myself?”
―
William Shakespeare, Richard III
“I
kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this,
Killing
myself, to die upon a kiss.”
―
William Shakespeare, Othello
“What's
done, is done”
― William
Shakespeare, Macbeth
“Most
friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.”
―
William Shakespeare, As You Like It
“I
do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe?
GUILDENSTERN:
My lord, I cannot.
HAMLET:
I pray you.
GUILDENSTERN:
Believe me, I cannot.
HAMLET:
I do beseech you.
GUILDENSTERN:
I know no touch of it, my lord.
HAMLET:
It is as easy as lying. Govern these ventages with our fingers and thumb, give
it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music. Look you,
these are the stops.
GUILDENSTERN:
But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony. I have not the skill.
HAMLET:
Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me,
you would seem to know my stops, you would pluck out the heart of my mystery,
you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass, and there is
much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it
speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me
what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.”
―
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
“WESTMORELAND.
O that we now had here
But
one ten thousand of those men in England
That
do no work to-day!
KING.
What's he that wishes so?
My
cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If
we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To
do our country loss; and if to live,
The
fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's
will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By
Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor
care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It
yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such
outward things dwell not in my desires.
But
if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am
the most offending soul alive.
No,
faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's
peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As
one man more methinks would share from me
For
the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather
proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That
he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let
him depart; his passport shall be made,
And
crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We
would not die in that man's company
That
fears his fellowship to die with us.
This
day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He
that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will
stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And
rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He
that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will
yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And
say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then
will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And
say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old
men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But
he'll remember, with advantages,
What
feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar
in his mouth as household words-
Harry
the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick
and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be
in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This
story shall the good man teach his son;
And
Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From
this day to the ending of the world,
But
we in it shall be remembered-
We
few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For
he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall
be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This
day shall gentle his condition;
And
gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall
think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And
hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That
fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.”
―
William Shakespeare, Henry V
