Quotes from William Shakespeare

Laughing Faces Do Not Mean That There Is Absence Of Sorrow! But It Means That They Have The Ability To Deal With It

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

My heart is ever at your service

How now, my love? Why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast? Her. Belike for want of rain, which I could well beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.

Now is a time to storm; why art thou still? TITUS ANDRONICUS: Ha, ha, ha! MARCUS ANDRONICUS: Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this hour. TITUS ANDRONICUS: Why, I have not another tear to shed:

My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules.

Things growing to themselves are growth's abuse: Seeds spring from seeds and beauty breedeth beauty;

Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.

I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good.

I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love   To spite a raven's heart within a dove.

Our separation so abides, and flies, That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.

What do I fear? Myself? There's none else by. Richard loves Richard; that is, I and I.

I pity you That's a degree to love

a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate.

But rather reason thus with reason fetter: Love sough is good but given unsought is better.

Thou talk'st of nothing. True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasty; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face t the dew-dropping south.

Thus I clothe my naked villainy with old odd ends, stolen forth of holy writ, and seem a saint when most I play the devil.

Whats in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.

There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.

Hopeless and helpless doth AEgeon wend, But to procrastinate his lifeless end.

The pleasing punishment that women bare....

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought