Quotes from William Shakespeare

Strike up our drums! Pursue the scatter'd stray. God, and not we, hath safely fought to day.

Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affection, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without heresy.

Put plainly, there is a natural moral law, existing in reality, i.e., not invented by man, which transcends and trumps our desires. Something is right or wrong, whether we like it or not.

Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius.

I sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright Who art cold as Hel, as dark as night

Cuando las manzanas están podridas, es difícil escoger.

Throw my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault: Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, And finish all foul thoughts.

I must to the barber's, mounsieur; for methinks I am     marvellous hairy about the face; and I am such a tender ass, if     my hair do but tickle me I must scratch.

Humbly I thank your grace. Here is the man, this Moor; whom now, it seems, Your special mandate for the state affairs Hath hither brought.

Macbeth is a play that points to the advent, much like the turbulent last century of the Middle Ages, of a modern age gradually deracinated from its Christian grounding and increasingly enamored of a neopagan notion of virtu, of potentially infinite human achievement severed from metaphysical considerations.

the hate I bear thee can afford no better term then this: thou art a villian.

That which we call a rose      By any other name would smell as sweet;

Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that And manage it against despairing thoughts.

Kaç?n?lmaz felaketler kar??s?nda s?zlanmak, gülmek kadar aptalcad?r.

Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck, You do their work, and they shall have good luck: Are not you he?' 'Thou speak'st aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night.

And strange it is That nature must compel us to lament Our most persisted deeds.

Wishes were ever fools

The devil take order! I'll to the throng: Let life be short, else shame will be too long.

Where is your husband? LADY MACDUFF: I hope, in no place so unsanctified Where such as thou mayst find him.

Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation; all but mariners Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel; Then all afire with me the King's son Ferdinand With hair up staring ( then like reeds, not hair) Was the first man that leap'd; cried Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly.

She sat like patience on a monument smiling at grief.

what Shakespeare really aimed to show: the destruction of a soul by demonic forces.