William Shakespeare quotes

They do not love that do not show their love.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.

Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.

Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.

Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.

Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

If music be the food of love, play on.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

The love of heaven makes one heavenly.

Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

Boldness be my friend.

I was adored once too.

Men's vows are women's traitors!

Brevity is the soul of wit.

Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.

They do not love that do not show their love.

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

But men are men; the best sometimes forget.

Men's vows are women's traitors!

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

Time and the hour run through the roughest day.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.

Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.

If music be the food of love, play on.

Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.

Let no such man be trusted.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Death is a fearful thing.

If music be the food of love, play on.

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.

For I can raise no money by vile means.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.

There have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

My pride fell with my fortunes.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.

Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.

'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!

To do a great right do a little wrong.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.

Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment!

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

I bear a charmed life.

The valiant never taste of death but once.

A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.

Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.

In time we hate that which we often fear.