Death Quotes by William Shakespeare · Page 6

O wretched state! o bosom black as death!

— William Shakespeare

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.

— William Shakespeare

“As you all know, Security Is Mortals chiefest Enemy.”

— William Shakespeare

The worst is death, and death will have his day.

— William Shakespeare

For now they kill me with a living death.

— William Shakespeare

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.

— William Shakespeare

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

— William Shakespeare

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows

— William Shakespeare

The love of wicked men converts to fear; That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and…

— William Shakespeare

Come my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.

— William Shakespeare

I am sworn brother, sweet, To grim Necessity, and he and I Will keep a league till death.

— William Shakespeare

“A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whole misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife.”

— William Shakespeare

“My particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself.”

— William Shakespeare

Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?

— William Shakespeare

To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.

— William Shakespeare

Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypres let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by…

— William Shakespeare

Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live regist'red upon our brazen tombs And then grace us in the disgrace…

— William Shakespeare

“Each substance of grief hath twenty shadows, which shows like grief itself, but is not so; or sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding…

— William Shakespeare

Weigh what loss your honor may sustain If with too credent ear you list his songs, Or lose your heart, or your…

— William Shakespeare

“O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! Who builds his hopes in air…

— William Shakespeare

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause;…

— William Shakespeare

for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit;…

— William Shakespeare

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When…

— William Shakespeare

“Sweets to the sweet, farewell! I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet’s wife; I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet…

— William Shakespeare

“Within the infant rind of this small flower Poison hath residence and medicine power. For this, being smelt, with that part cheers…

— William Shakespeare

Do not speak like a death's-head, do not bid me remember mine end.

— William Shakespeare

Then love-devouring Death do what he dare.

— William Shakespeare

Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death.

— William Shakespeare

“Life... is a paradise to what we fear of death.”

— William Shakespeare

Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, Where death's approach is seen so terrible!

— William Shakespeare

Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come

— William Shakespeare

Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor mortals mad!

— William Shakespeare

This fell sergeant, Death, Is strict in his arrest.

— William Shakespeare

Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled.

— William Shakespeare

“Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!”

— William Shakespeare

Beggars mounted run their horses to death.

— William Shakespeare

A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.

— William Shakespeare

Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, To make my end too sudden.

— William Shakespeare

Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

— William Shakespeare

There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is.

— William Shakespeare