Quotes from William Shakespeare

How does he love me? With adoration, with fertile tears, With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.

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

Make death proud to take us.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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

In jest, there is truth.

To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.

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

She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in thought; and, with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed our shows are more than will; for we still prove much in our vows but little in our love.

Blood will have blood.

Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.

Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

Give me my sin again.

Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.

The ides of March are come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.

It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.

But man, proud man, Dress'd in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd— His glassy essence—like an angry ape Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! *It's sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it's actually very rough when you experience it.*

I do feel it gone, But know not how it went

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?

Rosalind is your love's name? ORLANDO: Yes, just. JAQUES: I do not like her name. ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.