Quotes About Life

The memory be green.

William Shakespeare

So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.

The sense of death is most in apprehension,And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,In corporal sufferance finds a pang as greatAs when a giant dies.

Answer me in one word.

William Shakespeare

There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.

I love long life better than figs.

You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies.

What is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

If I must die,I will encounter darkness as a bride,And hug it in my arms.

The end of life cancels all bands.

Still question'd me the story of my lifeFrom year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunesThat I have pass'd.

I shall laugh myself to death.

Sweet are the uses of adversity,Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;And this our life exempt from public haunt,Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

From fairest creatures we desire increase,That thereby beauty's rose might never die.

All the world is a stage and each and every person is a player

All the world's a stage, and all men and women merely players;

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

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.

Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.

Life is a tale told by an idiot -- full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

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.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end.