Quotes About Challenge

The writer is everybody's best friend and only true enemy—the good and great enemy. He neither walks with the multitude nor cheers with them. The writer who is a writer is a rebel who never stops.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.

And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.

William Shakespeare

O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.

Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

Therein lies the rub.

These times of woe afford no time to woo.

Why, then the world 's mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.

In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.' Benedick - The savage bull may, but if ever the sensible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns and set them in my forehead, and let me be vildly painted; and in such great letters as they writes, 'Here is good horse for hire', let them signify under my sign, 'Here you may see Benedick the married man.

Come, be a man. Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies!

Come, sir, come, I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love. Look, here I have you, thus I let you go, And give you to the gods.

Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough!

If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, he's mine or I am his.

What man I dare, I dare. Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, the armed rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves shall never tremble.

He will fence with his own shadow.

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. So, prithee, go with me.

What, you egg? Young fry of treachery!

But I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like moulten lead.

The worst is not, so long as we can say, This is the worst.

Then I defy you, stars!

Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth;