“And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow’s eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.”
— William Shakespeare
“Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still look so.”
“When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.”
“And therefore, – since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, – I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.”
“To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.”
“Give me that man that is not passion’s slave, and I will wear him in my heart’s core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.”
“There’s small choice in rotten apples.”
“I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.”
“Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad. Thus to make poor females mad.”
“Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.”
“Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus. Now I am dead, Now I am fled, My soul is in the sky. Tongue, lose thy light. Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die.”
“He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.”
“I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano, A stage where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one.”
“When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.”
“Thought is free.”
“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!”
“Death, that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.”
“He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.”
“Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.”
“I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.”
“No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage...”
“So wise so young, they say, do never live long.”
“I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.”
“We burn daylight.”
“No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.”
“It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.”
“Out, damned spot! out, I say!”
“Now I will believe that there are unicorns...”
“What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?”
“I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.”
“The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.”
“The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.”
“Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?”
“I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes – and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.”
“But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.”
“Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?”
“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey’d monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.”
“Under loves heavy burden do I sink. – Romeo.”
“You are a lover. Borrow Cupid’s wings and soar with them above a common bound.”
“You speak an infinite deal of nothing.”
“From women’s eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain and nourish all the world.”
“Is it not strange that sheep’s guts could hail souls out of men’s bodies?”
“So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.”
“A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.”
“If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.”
“There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.”
“You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.”
“O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o’er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven.”
“Tis within ourselves that we are thus or thus.”
“How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath?”
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