Quotes About Struggle

O Hamlet! what a falling-off was there.

We cannot hold mortality's strong hand.

My near'st and dearest enemy.

We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it.

A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.

You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live.

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.

That England, that was wont to conquer others,Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.

Your mind is tossing on the ocean.

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

I am one, my liege,Whom the vile blows and buffets of the worldHave so incens'd that I am reckless whatI do to spite the world.

I am a manMore sinn'd against than sinning.

Let Hercules himself do what he may,The cat will mew and dog will have his day.

For my voice, I have lost it with hollaing and singing of anthems.

The primrose way to the everlasting bonfire.

I had most need of blessing, and "Amen"Stuck in my throat.

A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder.

O, how full of briers is this working-day world!

You take my house when you do take the propThat doth sustain my house; you take my lifeWhen you do take the means whereby I live.

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,Which like two spirits do suggest me still.

She that herself will sliver and disbranchFrom her material sap, perforce must witherAnd come to deadly use.

Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother.

Thou art not for the fashion of these times,Where none will sweat but for promotion.

It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?