Quotes About Action

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;And vice sometime's by action dignified.

Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would,"Like the poor cat i' the adage.

Many things, having full referenceTo one consent, may work contrariously;As many arrows, loosed several ways,Fly to one mark; as many ways meet in one town;As many fresh streams meet in one salt sea;As many lines close in the dial's center;So may a thousand actions, once afoot,End in one purpose, and be all well borneWithout defeat.

Thou hast done a deed whereat valor will weep.

Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flownHis cloister'd flight, ere, to black Hecate's summonsThe shard-borne beetle with his drowsy humsHath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be doneA deed of dreadful note.

Stand not upon the order of your going,But go at once.

Of what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do!

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well and yet words are not deeds.

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:Follow your spirit; and, upon this chargeCry "God for Harry! England and Saint George!"

Speak, hands, for me!

Women are angels, wooing:Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing.

The villainy you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

Talkers are no good doers.

Delays have dangerous ends.

Had he not resembledMy father as he slept I had done 't.

O! the blood more stirsTo rouse a lion than to start a hare!

I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, "Fie upon this quiet life! I want work."

How oft the sight of means to do ill deedsMakes ill deeds done!

Tut! I have done a thousand dreadful thingsAs willingly as one would kill a fly.

With devotion's visageAnd pious action we do sugar o'erThe devil himself.

For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,To stir men's blood: I only speak right on.

We must take the current when it serves,Or lose our ventures.

Masters, spread yourselves.

O! that a man might knowThe end of this day's business, ere it come.