Quotes from William Shakespeare

I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself.

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

It is far easier for me to teach twenty what were right to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.

That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

I am a bastard, too. I love bastards! I am bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valor, in everything illegitimate.

When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserved when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mockery makes. The robb'd that smiles steals something for the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.

This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.

Get you gone, you dwarf, You minimus of hindering knotgrass made, You bead, you acorn!

Boldness be my friend.

No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.

thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.

Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.

To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come?

A happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story

These times of woe afford no time to woo.

All of Creation's a farce. Man was born as a joke. In his head his reason is buffeted Like wind-blown smoke. Life is a game. Everyone ridicules everyone else. But he who has the last laugh Laughs longest.

And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again.

I was born to speak all mirth and no matter.

The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord! O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls Are level now with men; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.

Wear me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, passion cruel as the grave.

For who so firm that cannot be seduced?

Our wills and fates do so contrary run, that our devices still are overthrown; our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.

I have drunk and seen the spider.