Top 4037 Quotes & Sayings by William Shakespeare - Page 6

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.

More of your conversation would infect my brain.

People’s good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass.

Vanity keeps persons in favor with themselves who are out of favor with all others.

And he goes through life, his mouth open, and his mind closed.

What must be shall be.

My soul is in the sky.

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library.

Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?

The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.

Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.

Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the offered fallacy.

Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.

Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land, To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands But love, fair looks and true obedience; Too little payment for so great a debt.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.

Few love to hear the sins they love to act.

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is. ~William Shakespeare

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream

Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.

Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.

In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, 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 and fury, Signifying nothing.

A good heart is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes.

Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say, 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'

Woe to that land that's governed by a child.

Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.

The leopard does not change his spots.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. And let my liver rather heat with wine, than my heart cool with mortifying groans.

She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.

Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.

By being seldom seen, I could not stir But like a comet I was wondered at.

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.

I am giddy, expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense.

The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.

How can tyrants safely govern home, Unless abroad they purchase great alliance.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.

Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.

A politician... one that would circumvent God.

I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

Parting is such sweet sorrow

The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.

Hear the meaning within the word.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.

Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.

Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone.

Life's uncertain voyage.

The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life.

What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say

Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny. It hath been Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne And fall of many kings.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!