A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Princes have but their titles for their glories, An outward honor for an inward toil; And, for unfelt imaginations, They often feel… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But there is no such man; for, brother, men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I always feel happy, you know why? Because I don’t expect anything from anyone. Expectations always hurt. Life is short, so love… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is the cowish terror of his spirit that dares not undertake; he'll not feel wrongs which tie him to an answer. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it?… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache; but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them And show the heavens… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The best quarrels, in the heat, are cursed by those that feel their sharpness. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos… — 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 Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“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 Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
