Quotes About Honor

Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.

thou art the best o' the cut-throats

You are a villain! Iago: You are a senator!

So well thy words become thee as thy wounds, They smack of honor both.

The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.

No, my good lord, banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins, but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company. Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.

Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married It is an honor that I dream not of

What is in that word honor? What is that honor? Air. A trim reckoning. Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it. Therefore, I'll none of it. Honor is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism.

I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones

And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Use every man according to his desert and who should 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity, the less they deserve ... the more merit in your bounty.

O, that's a brave man! He writes brave verses, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely

Use them after your own honour and dignity; the less they deserve, the more merit in your bounty. - Hamlet to Polonius

You have too much respect upon the world; They lose it that do buy it with much care

O shame! where is thy blush?

How stand I, then, That have a father killed, a mother stained, Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? O, from this time forth My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth! He exits.

God help the noble Claudio! if he have caught the Benedick, it will cost him a thousand pound ere a' be cured.

Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article. --Othello, Act III, Scene iii

Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak when power to flattery bows?

O Hero, what a Hero hadst thou been.

If I lose my honor, I lose myself.

Zwounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me a coward, by the Lord, I'll stab thee.

Of a certain knight that swore by his honor they were good pancakes, and swore by his honor the mustard was naught. Now, I'll stand to it, the pancakes were naught and the mustard was good, and yet was not the knight forsworn. From

We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers.