Quotes from William Shakespeare

That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter.

Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless

Love is a spirit all compact of fire, Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.

And every day past is just another step for fools on the way to their deaths.

He hath always but slightly, known himself...King Lear

God me such uses send, Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend.

treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!

This was the most unkindest cut of all;

Tutti gli uomini sanno dare consigli e conforto al dolore che non provano.

O, she tore the letter into a thousand half-pence; railed at herself, that she should be so immodest to write to one that she knew would flout her. 'I measure him,' says she, 'by my own spirit; for I should flout him, if he writ to me; yea, though I love him, I should.

What matters it what went before or after, Now with myself I will begin and end.

better a little chiding than a great deal of heart-break.

You never know what is the next direction your life will take

When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.

As if we were God's spies

O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! Who builds his hopes in air of your good looks, Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready, with every nod, to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

too light winning Make the prize light.

and, assure thyself, there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valour.

What say you to young Master Fenton? he capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May: he will carry't, he will carry't; 'tis in his buttons; he will carry't.

Master Custard, you must rise and be hanged

I hate your logic like I hate an empty wine goblet. To

if you can't walk this pathway; it does not mean that there is no other pathto walk through; and still end up in the exact same end.

As with all literature, the play should be read through the eyes of the author, as far as this is possible, which in Shakespeare's case means reading it through the eyes of an orthodox Christian living in Elizabethan England.