Quotes About Expression

If thou dost love, proclaim it faithfully.

For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know;

So you walk softly and look sweetly and say nothing. I am yours for the walk and especially when I walk away.

I cannot heave my heart into my mouth. I love your majesty according to my bond; no more no less.

Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him. *all cheer for Shakespearean insults*

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.

There are no faces truer than those that are so washed. How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!

What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence.

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!

If you find him sad, say I am dancing. If in mirth, report that I am sudden sick.

Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.

Nay! Faith, let me not play a woman! I have a beard coming!

I find the ass in compound with the major part of your syllables.

I'll call for pen and ink and write my mind

Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.

I cannot speak your england.

Then others for breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.

Make not your thoughts your prisons.

I have no words. My voice is in my sword.

All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, That I, being governed by the watery moon, May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world.

God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man. In truth, I know it is a sin to be a mocker, but he! why, he hath a horse better than the Neapolitan's, a better bad habit of frowning than the Count Palentine; he is every man in no man. If a throstle sing, he falls straight a-cap'ring. He will fence with his own shadow. If I should marry him, I should marry twenty husbands.

How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath? The excuse that thou dost make in this delay Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.

Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.

Thou canst not speak of thou dost not feel.