Death Quotes by William Shakespeare · Page 11

My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the…

— William Shakespeare

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace fromday to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all…

— William Shakespeare

That strain again! It had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a…

— 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

He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.

— William Shakespeare

My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away Men are but gilded loan or painted…

— William Shakespeare

Live how we can, yet die we must.

— William Shakespeare

“I beg for justice, which you, Prince, must give. Romeo killed Tybalt; Romeo must not live.”

— William Shakespeare

Death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!

— William Shakespeare

When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover.

— William Shakespeare

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.

— William Shakespeare

They say, the tongues of dying men Enforce attention, like deep harmony; Where words are scarce, they're seldom spent in vain; For…

— William Shakespeare

What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief.

— William Shakespeare

It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.

— William Shakespeare

Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind And makes it fearful and degenerate.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

“Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother’s death The memory be green, and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in…

— William Shakespeare

The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam or painted clay.

— William Shakespeare

“Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat in this distracted globe. Remember thee?”

— 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

“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

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

— William Shakespeare

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.

— William Shakespeare

“Of all the wonders that I have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing death, a necessary…

— 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