All days are nights to see till I see thee, and nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Many dream not to find, neither deserve, and yet are steeped in favors. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My Oberon, what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamored of an ass.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“For he is superstitious grown of late, Quite from the main opinion he held once Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight. Mercutio: And so did I. Romeo: Well, what was yours? Mercutio: That dreamers often lie. Romeo:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls; Conscience is but a work that cowards use, Devised at first to keep the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Who would be so mocked with glory, or to live But in a dream of friendship, To have his pomp and all… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. And I hold ambition… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“To die, - To sleep, - To sleep! Perchance to dream: - ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest, For I did dream of money-bags to-night. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Show me someone who doesn't dream about the future and I'll show you someone who doesn't know where they are going — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. - Mid-Summer's Night Dream — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Which dreams, indeed, are ambition, for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
