Quotes by William Shakespeare

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

They do not love that do not show their love.

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.

All 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.

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.

Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable.

A quart of ale is a dish for a king.

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

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.

Hell is empty, devils are here!

Never 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.

For 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.

Well roar'd Lion.

The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.

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

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

Life's a play written by an idiot full of laughter and fury, signifying nothing.

It was the Nightingale, and not the Larke

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

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.