William Shakespeare Quotes

Hermia. Good night, sweet friend; Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end! Lysander. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer say I, And then end life when I end loyalty!
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hermia and Lysander, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 2, sc. 2, l. 60-3.
If Cassio do remain, He hath a daily beauty in his life That makes me ugly.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Iago, in Othello, act 5, sc. 1, l. 18-9. Meaning "if Cassio remains alive."
Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Jaques, in As You Like It, act 5, sc. 4, l. 36-8. Referring to Touchstone and Audrey.
God knows, my son, By what by-paths and indirect crooked ways I met this crown.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 4, sc. 5, l. 183-5. On the devious means by which he came to power.
O, heinous, strong, and bold conspiracy!
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Richard II, act 5, sc. 3, l. 59. On learning of a plot to murder him; "heinous" means abominable.
Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood, Stop up th'access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between Th'effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 1, sc. 5, l. 39-49 (1623). Summoning evil spirits that attend on murderous ("mortal") thoughts.
I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad. I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell: We'll no more meet, no more see one another. But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter— Or rather a disease that's in my flesh, Which I must needs call mine.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear, in King Lear, act 2, sc. 4, l. 218-23.
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.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Macbeth (V, v). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Malvolio, in Twelfth Night, act 2, sc. 5. Quoting Maria's letter.
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done, Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud, Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. All men make faults, and even I in this, Authorizing thy trespass with compare, My self corrupting salving thy amiss, Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are:
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. No more be grieved at that which thou hast done (l. 1-8). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.