Quotes from William Shakespeare

Be not lost So poorly in your thoughts.

No donde come, sino donde es comido. Cierta asamblea de gusanos políticos está ahora con él. El gusano es el único emperador de la dieta; nosotros cebamos a todos los demás animales para engordarnos, y nos engordamos a nosotros mismos para cebar a los gusanos. El rey gordo y escuálido mendigo no son más que servicios distintos, dos platos, pero de una misma mesa; he aquí el fin de todo.

AÅŸk bir çocuktur derler ya, nedeni budur iÅŸte, Öyle çok yan?l?r ki yapt??? seçimlerde.

Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'er-step not the modesty of nature: for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.

the pleached bower, Where honeysuckles ripened by the sun Forbid the sun to enter, like favorites Made proud by princes, that advance their pride Against that power that bred it.

For youth is bought more oft than begged or borrowed.

Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you? MERCUTIO: The slip, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?

Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.

O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet

Say from whence You owe this strange intelligence, or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting. Speak, I charge you.

When our actions do not, our fears do make us traitors

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

the worth of that is that which it contains, and that is this, and this with thee remains.

Love's night is noon.

Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, we would willingly give cure as know.

Invinge durerea, razi cat se poate, caci tot la zi ajunge si cea mai lunga noapte...

Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.

Lastima del amor! A pesar de la venda que lleva, ve, aun sin ojos, la manera de lograr su proposito

O benefit of ill! Now I find true That better is by evil still made better; And ruin'd love, when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater. So I return rebuk'd to my content, And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent.

I am not gamesome: I do lack some part of that quick spirit that is in Antony.

Aquí está el oro, peor veneno para el alma; en este mundo asesina mucho más que las tristes mezclas que no puedes vender. Soy yo quien te vende veneno, no tú a mí.

O, gentle lady, do not put me to't,/ For I am nothing, if not critical.

Therefore I lie with her and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.

What if this cursed hand were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens to wash it white as snow?