William Shakespeare

We must every one be a man of his own fancy.

— William Shakespeare

The sense of death is most in apprehension.

— William Shakespeare

My life, my joy, my food, my ail the world!

— William Shakespeare

Words to deeds cold breath gives.

— William Shakespeare

Knit your hearts with an unslipping knot.

— William Shakespeare

Faults that are rich are fair.

— William Shakespeare

“The stars govern our conditions”

— William Shakespeare

Crack'd in pieces by malignant Death.

— William Shakespeare

When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner

— William Shakespeare

Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair.

— William Shakespeare

“What's making you sad and your hours so long? - Not having the thing that makes them short.”

— William Shakespeare

You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs; still am I king of those.

— William Shakespeare

“O shut the door! and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!”

— William Shakespeare

When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

— William Shakespeare

For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men.

— William Shakespeare

What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks And formless ruin of oblivion.

— William Shakespeare

This blessèd plot, this earth, this realm, this England This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, . . . This land…

— William Shakespeare

As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest…

— William Shakespeare

He was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock,…

— William Shakespeare

Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, You moonshine revellers, and shades of night, You orphan heirs of fixed destiny, Attend your office…

— William Shakespeare

O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout,…

— William Shakespeare

If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would…

— William Shakespeare

“Ai! Em teus olhos há maior perigo do que em vinte punhais dos teus parentes. Olha-me com doçura, e é quanto basta…

— William Shakespeare

“It is shaped, sir, like itself, and it is as broad as it hath breadth. It is just so high as it…

— William Shakespeare

Men of few words are the best men." (3.2.41)

— William Shakespeare

I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.

— William Shakespeare

The quality of mercy is not strained

— William Shakespeare

Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

— William Shakespeare

“Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?”

— William Shakespeare

Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.

— William Shakespeare

He receives comfort like cold porridge.

— William Shakespeare

I can see his pride Peep through each part of him.

— William Shakespeare

They that stand high have many blasts to shake them.

— William Shakespeare

Love and reason keep little company together

— William Shakespeare

Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!

— William Shakespeare

Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.

— William Shakespeare

Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.

— William Shakespeare

For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.

— William Shakespeare

“Modest doubt is call'd the beacon of the wise.”

— William Shakespeare

Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.

— William Shakespeare