Quotes from William Shakespeare

Let's take the instant by the forward top; For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time Steals ere we can effect them.

The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.

Live by the words of intelligence endured..F@&$ IT!

How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world.

Out out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.

O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in my face. But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?

Make use of time, let not advantage slip; Beauty within itself should not be wasted: Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime Rot and consume themselves in little time.

Old Time the clock-setter.

Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.

Faster than spring-time showers comes thought on thought.

I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.

Yet, do thy worst, old Time; despite thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young.

Time and the hour run through the roughest day.

We see which way the stream of time doth run.

O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.

That is my home of love: if I have ranged, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not with the time exchanged.

Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.

Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence.

Ruin has taught me to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.