Quotes from William Shakespeare

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own read.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor.

Mine honor is my life; both grow in one. Take honor from me, and my life is done.

We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.

I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage: but doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

It is an heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in't.

Music, moody food Of us that trade in love.

I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

O my love, my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.

You're in love? Out Out of love? I love someone. She doesn't love me.

I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine. But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list!

If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.

Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world; now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.

Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable.

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en. In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe

Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think nothing, my lord. Hamlet: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia: What is, my lord? Hamlet: Nothing.

A thousand times good night. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Screw your courage to the sticking place and we will not fail.