Quotes About Perception

The best in this kind are but shadows.

Polonius: Do you know me, my lord?Hamlet: Excellent well; you are a fishmonger.

I never knew so young a body with so old a head.

For it so falls outThat what we have we prize not to the worthWhiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost,Why, then we rack the value, then we findThe virtue that possession would not show usWhiles it was ours.

Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow fault came to match it.

I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit, till I break my shins against it.

Is this a dagger which I see before me,The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee:I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.Art thou not, fatal vision, sensibleTo feeling as to sight? or art thou butA dagger of the mind, a false creation,Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues.

But I have that within which passeth show;These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

Lear: Dost thou know me, fellow?Kent: No, sir, but you have that in your countenance which I would fain call master.Lear: What's that?Kent: Authority.

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,When not to be receives reproach of being.

The saying is true, "The empty vessel makes the greatest sound."

Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.

There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.

If ladies be but young and fair,They have the gift to know it.

The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.

In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips' red:If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stol'n,Let him not know 't and he's not robb'd at all.

Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.

How should I your true love knowFrom another one?By his cockle hat and staff,And his sandal shoon.

This is the very false gallop of verses.

How much more elder art thou than thy looks!

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.