I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Shakespeare said: "There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow." Everything happens perfectly. — Frederick Lenz 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
Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;" — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image