Desdemona Quote by William Shakespeare Download Open image “Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.” — William Shakespeare ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.8 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Desdemona Jealous Judgment Justice Love and jealousy Malice Not jealous Perplexed Speak Unlucky
“Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
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Misunderstandings and neglect occasion more mischief in the world than malice and wickedness. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It is remarkable by how much a pinch of malice enhances the penetrating power of an idea or an opinion. Our ears, it seems,… — Eric Hoffer Copy Share Image
O Lord, correct me, but with judgment: not in Your anger, lest You bring me to nothing. — Jeremiah Copy Share Image
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Malice will always find bad motives for good actions. - Shall we therefore never do good? — Thomas Jefferson Copy Share Image
A man who is wrathful with us is a sick man; we must apply a plaster to his heart - love; we must treat him kindly, speak to him gently, lovingly. And if there is not deeply-rooted malice against us within him, but only a temporary fit of anger, you will see how his heart, or his malice, will melt… — John of Kronstadt Copy Share
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
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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
“God me such uses send, Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
IAGO: She that was ever fair and never proud, Had tongue at will and yet was never loud, Never lack'd gold and yet went never gay, Fled from her wish and yet said 'Now I may,' She that being anger'd, her revenge being nigh, Bade her wrong stay and her displeasure fly, She that in wisdom never was so frail… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
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“He stopped. She heard the intake of his breath. “You are my country, Desdemona.” Yearning, harsh and poignant and she felt herself swaying toward him. “My Egypt. My hot, harrowing desert and my cool, verdant Nile, infinitely lovely and unfathomable and sustaining.” She gasped. His gaze fell, shielded by his lashes. An odd, half-mocking smile played about his lips. “You’ll… — Connie Brockway Copy Share
Othello' was my first Shakespearean discovery. I was obsessed with drama at school, and I studied the play for my English GCSE. Desdemona is… — Michelle Dockery Copy Share Image
You are my country, Desdemona. ... My Egypt. My hot, harrowing desert and my cool, verdant Nile, infinitely lovely and unfathomable and sustaining. — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
There are no preconditions for jealousy. You don't have to be right, you don't have to be reasonable. Take Othello. He was neither right… — Franny Billingsley Copy Share Image
Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead. Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“willow trees, willow trees they remind me of Desdemona I'm so damned literary and at the same time the waters rushing past remind me… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
“Adam leaned down and placed his lips next to her ear. He blew gently on it before he spoke. Mona leaned even closer into… — Quinn Loftis Copy Share Image
Juliet singles out Romeo. Desdemona claims Othello. They have no doubts, the young, no fear, no pride. — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
