Shakespeare
Quotes - Being born is like being kidnapped
“They
say best men are molded out of faults,
And,
for the most, become much more the better
For
being a little bad”
―
William Shakespeare
“Tis
in my memory lock'd,
And
you yourself shall keep the key of it.”
―
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
“Nothing
in his life became him like the leaving it.”
―
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
“If
after every tempest come such calms,
May
the winds blow till they have waken'd death!”
―
William Shakespeare, Othello
“A
man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that
hath fed of that worm”
―
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
“As
he was valiant, I honor him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.”
―
William Shakespeare , Julius Caesar
“Where
is Polonius?
HAMLET
In
heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i'
th' other place yourself. But if indeed you find him not within this month, you
shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.”
―
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
“Being
born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery.”
―
William Shakespeare
“Receive
what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.”
―
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
“There
is a world elsewhere.”
―
William Shakespeare, Coriolanus
“But
it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many
objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often
rumination, wraps me in the most humorous sadness.”
―
William Shakespeare, As You Like It
“Well,
then, go you into hell?
BEATRICE
No,
but to the gate; and there will the devil meet me, like an old cuckold, with
horns on his head, and say 'Get you to heaven, Beatrice, get you to heaven;
here's no place for you maids:' so deliver I up my apes, and away to Saint Peter
for the heavens; he shows me where the bachelors sit, and there live we as
merry as the day is long.”
―
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
“Now
let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.”
―
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
“No
matter where; of comfort no man speak:
Let's
talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make
dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write
sorrow on the bosom of the earth,
Let's
choose executors and talk of wills:
And
yet not so, for what can we bequeath
Save
our deposed bodies to the ground?
Our
lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's,
And
nothing can we call our own but death
And
that small model of the barren earth
Which
serves as paste and cover to our bones.
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!
Cover
your heads and mock not flesh and blood
With
solemn reverence: throw away respect,
Tradition,
form and ceremonious duty,
For
you have but mistook me all this while:
I
live with bread like you, feel want,
Taste
grief, need friends: subjected thus,
How
can you say to me, I am a king?”
―
William Shakespeare, Richard II
“Assume
a virtue, if you have it not.
That
monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,
Of
habits devil, is angel yet in this,
That
to the use of actions fair and good
He
likewise gives a frock or livery
That
aptly is put on. Refrain tonight,
And
that shall lend a kind of easiness
To
the next abstinence; the next more easy;
For
use almost can change the stamp of nature.”
―
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
“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.”
―
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
“Ay
me! sad hours seem long.”
―
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
“I
do desire we may be better strangers.”
―
william shakespeare
“Why,
I can smile and murder whiles I smile,
And
cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart,
And
wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
And
frame my face for all occasions”
―
William Shakespeare, King Henry VI, Part 3
“Conscience
is but a word that cowards use,
Devis'd
at first to keep the strong in awe:
Our
strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
March
on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell;
If
not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.”
―
William Shakespeare, Richard III
