Quotes by William Shakespeare

Fie, fie upon her! Theres language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out at every joint and motive of her body.

It were a grief so brief to part with thee.Farewell.

A sad tales best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins.

Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her, But Romeo may not.

To be or not to be that is the question.

Men in rage strike those that wish them best.

By heaven, Ill make a ghost of him that lets me.

Let us revenge this withour pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know Ispeak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.

That in the captains but a choleric word,Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

I understand a fury in your wordsBut not your words.

Lifes but a walking shadow, a poor player,That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,And then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.

What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form, in moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none

Olivia: Whats a drunken man like, fool?Feste: Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman: one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.

Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor bare, forked animal as thou art.

What a piece of work is man!

My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.

Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love.Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!O any thing, of nothing first create!O heavy lightness! Serious vanity!Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!This love feel I, that feel no love in this.Dost thou not laugh?

My only love sprung from my only hate.

Love me or hate me, both are in my favour. If you love me, Ill always be in your heart... If you hate me, Ill always be in your mind.