“Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”
— William Shakespeare
“And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.”
“The prince of darkness is a gentleman!”
“Words, words, words.”
“Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.”
“Come what come may, time and the hour run through the roughest day.”
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
“There is a tide in the affairs of men which, taken at the floud, leads on to fortune ommitted, all the voyage of their lives are bound in shallows and in miseries.”
“Like madness is the glory of life.”
“God hath given you one face, and you make yourself another.”
“These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume.”
“As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.”
“Things without all remedy should be without regard: what’s done is done.”
“It is a wise father who knows his own child.”
“All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.”
“In time we hate that which we often fear.”
“I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.”
“Me, poor man, my library was dukedom large enough.”
“The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.”
“The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.”
“I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none.”
“O, when she’s angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.”
“My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.”
“O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in’t!”
“I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. Act V, Scene V.”
“Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.”
“If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.”
“I do love nothing in the world so well as you. Is not that strange?”
“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.”
“Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.”
“There was a star danced, and under that was I born.”
“For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.”
“This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.”
“If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber’d here While these visions did appear.”
“Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?”
“But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.”
“I despised my arrival on this earth and I despise my departure; it is a tragedy.”
“So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.”
“I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.”
“I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.”
“Women may fall when there’s no strength in men. Act II.”
“Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.”
“O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!”
“Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.”
“I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.”
“Absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishment.”
“Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.”
“A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon’d, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.”
“The robb’d that smiles, steals something from the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.”
“Sweets to the sweet.”
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