William Shakespeare

They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them

— William Shakespeare

Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by

— William Shakespeare

The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And Nature must obey necessity.

— William Shakespeare

Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.

— William Shakespeare

Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?

— William Shakespeare

Nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy.

— William Shakespeare

“Men may construe things, after their fashion / Clean them from the purpose of the things themselves -Cicero”

— William Shakespeare

Ten masts make not the altitude Which thou hast perpendicularly fell. Thy life's a miracle.

— William Shakespeare

What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it?…

— William Shakespeare

Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth, And thus do we of wisdom and of reach, With windlasses and with…

— William Shakespeare

“Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. Mercutio: If love be…

— William Shakespeare

Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.

— William Shakespeare

Pray, do not mock me. I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less;…

— William Shakespeare

Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving…

— William Shakespeare

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise, And…

— William Shakespeare

“And pity, like a new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow…

— William Shakespeare

“Who can be wise, amazed, temp'rate, and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.”

— William Shakespeare

Bear with my weakness. My old brain is troubled. Be not disturbed with my infirmity.

— William Shakespeare

Know more than other. Work more than other. Expect less than other

— William Shakespeare

I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!

— William Shakespeare

A peevish self-willed harlotry it is. *She’s a stubborn little brat.*

— William Shakespeare

What: is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful?

— William Shakespeare

“The April's in her eyes: it is love's Spring, And these the showers to bring it on..”

— William Shakespeare

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.

— William Shakespeare

Nay, we must think men are not gods, Nor of them look for such observancy As fits the bridal.

— William Shakespeare

When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

— William Shakespeare

Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him.

— William Shakespeare

Were kisses all the joys in bed, One woman would another wed.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side

— William Shakespeare

“Faith, I have heard too much; for your words and performances are no kin together.”

— William Shakespeare

“I will go wash; And when my face is fair, you shall perceive. Whether I blush or no: howbeit, I thank you.”

— William Shakespeare

Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.

— William Shakespeare

Slander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot.

— William Shakespeare

Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.

— William Shakespeare

Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.

— William Shakespeare

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream

— William Shakespeare

His worst fault is, he's given to prayer; he is something peevish that way.

— William Shakespeare

Upon his royal face there is no note how dread an army hath enrounded him.

— William Shakespeare

Doubt is a thief that often makes us fear to tread where we might have won.

— William Shakespeare