Quotes from William Shakespeare

Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

To fear the worst oft cures the worst.

Doubt is a thief that often makes us fear to tread where we might have won.

Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more.

Extreme fear can neither fight nor fly.

Tush! Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate; Talkers are no good doers: be assured We come to use our hands and not our tongues.

Come, swear it, damn thyself, lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee; therefore be double-damned, swear,--thou art honest.

Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear: to fear the worst oft cures the worse.

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

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

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

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none; be able for thine enemy rather in power than use; and keep thy friend under thine own life's key; be checked for silence, but never taxed for speech.

The time of life is short; to spend that shortness basely were too long

I bear a charmed life.

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.

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

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.

Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

Life's 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.

This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. -Polonius

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.

Though she be but little, she is fierce!

A woman's fitness comes by fits.

The strawberry grows underneath the nettle And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality.