The best Quotes from A Midsummer Night's Dream

Well roar'd Lion.

We approached Athens from the north in early twilight, climbing a hill. When we reached its peak, we were dazzled to look down and see the Acropolis struck by one beam of the setting sun, as if posing for a picture.

How great are the dangers I face to win a good name in Athens.

For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do, that dares love attempt.

Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable.

The grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break.

Hell is empty, devils are here!

The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.

For there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.

The last thing a lion wants is to have his dinner handed to him on a silver platter.

A truly strong person does not need the approval of others any more than a lion needs the approval of sheep.

A lion doesn't concern himself with the opinions of the sheep.

Don't waste your love on somebody who doesn't value it.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep. The more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.

Alacke, there lies more perill in thine eye,
Then twenty of their swords, looke thou but sweete,
And I am proofe against their enmity.
My life were better ended by their hate,
Then death proroged wanting of thy Love.

Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware Macduff,
Beware the Thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough. [...]
Be bloody, bold, and resolute: laugh to scorn
The power of man, for none of womas born
Shall harm Macbeth. [...]
Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are.
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until
Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill
Shall come against him.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound anf fury,
Signifying nothing.

There are more things in Heaven and Earth
Than are dream't of in your Philosophy

To be, or not to be, that is the question

Where words are scarse, they are seldome spent in vaine.

For women are as Roses, whose fairr flowre,
Being once displaid, doth fall that verie howre.

Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but love.

Walk until the darkness is a memory, and you become the sun on the next traveler's horizon.

Humans had always been better at killing than any other living thing.