Shakespeare Quotes - Remember me

 

Shakespeare Quotes - Remember me 

 “What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.”

― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

                                       

“You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse”

― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

 

“You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.”

― William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

 

“Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind.”

― William Shakespeare, King Lear

 

“Remember me.”

― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

 

“The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children.”

― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

 

“If we should fail?

Lady Macbeth:

We fail?

But screw your courage to the sticking place,

And we'll not fail.”

― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

 

“One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.”

― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

 

“In nature there's no blemish but the mind;

None can be called deformed but the unkind:

Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil

Are empty trunks, o'erflourished by the devil.”

― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

 

“He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.”

― William Shakespeare, Henry V

 

“Let me have men about me that are fat,

...Sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights.

Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look,

He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.”

― William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

 

“Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems."

'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,

Nor customary suits of solemn black,

Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,

No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,

Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,

Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,

That can denote me truly: these indeed seem,

For they are actions that a man might play:

But I have that within which passeth show;

These but the trappings and the suits of woe.”

― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

 

“Is it not strange that sheep's guts could hail souls out of men's bodies?”

― William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

 

“What, you egg? [stabs him]”

― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

 

“And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.”

― William Shakespeare, Othello

 

“God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.”

― William Shakespeare, Henry V

 

“My dear dear lord,

The purest treasure mortal times afford

Is spotless reputation: that away,

Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.

A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest

Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.

Mine honour is my life; both grow in one:

Take honour from me, and my life is done:

Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try;

In that I live and for that will I die.”

― William Shakespeare, Richard II

 

“I was too young that time to value her,

But now I know her. If she be a traitor,

Why, so am I. We still have slept together,

Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together,

And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans,

Still we went coupled and inseparable.”

― William Shakespeare, As You Like It

 

“How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!

Here will we sit and let the sounds of music

Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night

Become the touches of sweet harmony.

Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven

Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st

But in his motion like an angel sings,

Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins;

Such harmony is in immortal souls;

But whilst this muddy vesture of decay

Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.”

― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice