Quotes from William Shakespeare

This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.

Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil

Mend your speech a little, Lest you may mar your fortunes.

Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. Oh, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw!

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond...

Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust. (Act V, Scene 2, 2503)

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.

You think I'll weep? No, I'll not weep. Storm and tempest. I have full cause of weeping, but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or e're I'll weep.—O Fool, I shall go mad.

How much salt water thrown away in waste To season love, that of it doth not taste.

All dark and comfortless.

Nothing that is so, is so.

At first I did adore a twinkling star But now I worship a celestial sun

Now put your shields before your hearts and fight / With hearts more proof than shields. Advance, my fellows!

You are an alchemist; make gold of that.

Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.

To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast!

To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.

Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, and thou no breath at all?

O! how shall summer's honey breath hold out, / Against the wrackful siege of battering days?

I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.

Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

The world is grown so bad that wrens make pray where eagles dare not perch

O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth. And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. And so, adieu, good madam; never more Will I my master's tears to you deplore.