William Shakespeare Quotes

Simply the thing I am shall make me live.
Jesters do often prove prophets.
The course of true love was never easy.
For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother tomorrow.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Be great in act, as you have been in thought.
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry But were we burdened with like weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.
This above all to thine own self be true.
Nothing will come of nothing.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest
Double, double toil and trouble Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Truth is truth To the end of reckoning.
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught.
I must be cruel, only to be kind Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
O for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.
Cowards die many times before their deaths The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
I wish you all the joy you can wish.
The devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.
Cowards die many times before their deathsThe valiant never taste of death but once.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
The quality of mercy is not strained It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed- It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.
For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
The attempt and not the deed Confounds us.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war.
He was my friend, faithful, and just to meBut Brutus says, he was ambitious,And Brutus is an honorable man.He hath brought many captives home to Rome,Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill.Did this in Caesar seem ambitiousWhen the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept.Ambition should me made of sterner stuff,Yet Brutus says, he was ambitiousAnd Brutus is an honorable man.
The worst is not So long as we can say, This is the worst.
The earth has music for those who listen.
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad.
I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless as water in a sieve.
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
The rest is silence.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
You cram these words into mine ears against the stomach of my sense.
Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him if stronger, spare thyself.
His life was gentle and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.
Be not afraid of greatness some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
I wish you well and so I take my leave, I Pray you know me when we meet again.
To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.
O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,-- This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions.
But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.