Quotes from William Shakespeare

Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds, that shakes not, though they blow perpetually.

When devils do the worst sins, they first put on the pretense of goodness and innocence, as I am doing now.

Beshrew your eyes, They have o'erlook'd me and divided me; One half of me is yours, the other half yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

Do all men kill all the things they do not love? Shylock: Hates any man the thing he would not kill? Bassanio: Every offence is not a hate at first.

Murder most foul, as in the best it is. But this most foul, strange and unnatural.

He eats nothing but doves, love, and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood beget hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love.

Who can be wise, amazed, temp'rate, and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.

The expedition of my violent love outrun the pauser, reason.

And too soon Marred are those so early Made.

I wish you all the joy that you can wish.

We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow.

Those he commands move only in command, Nothing in love: now does he feel his title Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe Upon a dwarfish thief

The pow'r I have on you is to spare you / The malice towards you, to forgive you. Posthumus

O that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come! But it sufficeth that the day will end And then the end is known.

These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch, Who else would soar above the view of men And keep us all in servile fearfulness.

agar vaght ra talaf konid zamani fara miresad ke vaght shoma ra talaf mikonad.

We that are true lovers run into strange capers. But as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

Beauty itself doth of itself persuade The eyes of men without orator.

Fit to govern? No, not fit to live.

Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.

I cannot speak your england.

Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.

Ill deeds is doubled with an evil word.

They say miracles are past; and we have our philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar, things supernatural and causeless. Hence is it that we make trifles of terrors, ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.