Quotes by William Shakespeare

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

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving,

I had as lief have the foppery of freedom as the morality of imprisonment.

Shes beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.

Love is not love which alters it when alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark whose worths unknown, although his height be taken. Loves not Times fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickles compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out, even to the edge of

I might call him. A thing divine, for nothing natural. I ever saw so noble.

I know you all, and will awhile uphold the unyoked humour of your idleness . . .

Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.

To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.

No legacy is so rich as honesty.

Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance.

What a fool honesty is.

To be honest, as this world goes is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.Hamlet Act II, Scene II Lines 178-179

Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.- Lucullus (Act III, scene 1)

Ay,sir;to be honest,as this world goes,is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.

I do believe you think what now you speak,But what we do determine oft we break.Purpose is but the slave to memory,Of violent birth, but poor validity,Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree,But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.Most necessary ’tis that we forgetTo pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt.What to ourselves in passion we propose,The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.

For your sake, jewel,I am glad at soul I have no other child;For thy escape would teach me tyranny,To hang clogs on them.

The truth you speak doth lack some gentlenessAnd time to speak it in. You rub the soreWhen you should bring the plaster.

It is not enough to speak but to speak truth

O! Learn to read what silent love hath writ:to hear with eyes belongs to loves fine wit.