Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
William ShakespeareO thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
WineWilliam ShakespeareIt is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
William ShakespeareAll that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
William ShakespeareMacbeth! 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.
Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but love.
LoveWilliam Shakespeare in Love's Labour's LostA fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
William ShakespeareNever play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game, but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for a life time.
William ShakespeareFor women are as Roses, whose fairr flowre,
Being once displaid, doth fall that verie howre.
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.
I would there were no age betweene ten and three and twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing (in the betweene) but getting wenches with childe, wronging the Auncientry, stealing, fighting, hearke you now.
YouthWilliam Shakespeare (Ein Wintermärchen)The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.
Forgiveness & Mercy, RevengeWilliam Shakespeare in Der SturmThere are more things in Heaven and Earth
Than are dream't of in your Philosophy
Life's a play written by an idiot full of laughter and fury, signifying nothing.
LifeWilliam ShakespeareIt was the Nightingale, and not the Larke
William Shakespeare in Romeo and JulietThe grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break.
Heart, Breakup, SorrowWilliam Shakespeare in MacbethFor there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Thinking, Good & EvilWilliam Shakespeare in HamletAll the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.
Humanity, AppearanceWilliam Shakespeare