Quotes

Quotes

Quotes to inspire and reflect

William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

The bloody book of law You shall yourself read in the bitter letter After your own sense.

I, iii, l. 67

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.

I, ii, l. 59

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

The wealthy curled darlings of our nation.

I, ii, l. 68

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at.

I, i, l. 64

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

An old black ram Is tupping your white ewe.

I, i, l. 88

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

In following him, I follow but myself.

I, i, l. 58

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

And when he’s old, cashier’d.

I, i, l. 48

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

The bookish theoric.

I, i, l. 24

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

We cannot all be masters.

I, i, l. 43

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

A fellow almost damn’d in a fair wife.

I, i, l. 21

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

Horribly stuff’d with epithets of war.

Othello [1604–1605], act I, sc. i, l. 14

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

What’s mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.

V, i, l. 539

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad.

V, i, l. 440

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

Truth is truth To the end of reckoning.

V, i, l. 45

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure, Like doth quit like, and Measure still for Measure.

V, i, l. 411

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

We would, and we would not.

IV, iv, l. 37

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

A forted residence ’gainst the tooth of time And razure of oblivion.

V, i, l. 12

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

Music oft hath such a charm To make bad good, and good provoke to harm.

IV, i, l. 16

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

Take, O take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal’d in vain, seal’d in vain. 43

IV, i, l. 1

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side!

III, ii, l. 293

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

He, who the sword of heaven will bear Should be as holy as severe.

III, ii, l. 283

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.

III, i, l. 127

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison’d in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world.

III, i, l. 116

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

The cunning livery of hell.

III, i, l. 93

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, And hug it in my arms.

III, i, l. 81

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

Thou hast nor youth nor age; But, as it were, an after-dinner’s sleep, Dreaming on both; for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld; and when thou art old and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant.

III, i, l. 32

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.

III, i, l. 76

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

Be absolute for death.

III, i, l. 5

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.

III, i, l. 8

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.

III, i, l. 2

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

It oft falls out, To have what we would have, we speak not what we mean.

II, iv, l. 118

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

But man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he’s most assur’d, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep.

II, ii, l. 117

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

That in the captain’s but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

II, ii, l. 130

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

O! it is excellent To have a giant’s strength, but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.

II, ii, l. 107

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.

II, ii, l. 90

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?

II, ii, l. 37

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

No ceremony that to great ones ’longs, Not the king’s crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal’s truncheon, nor the judge’s robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does.

II, ii, l. 59

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

This will last out a night in Russia, When nights are longest there.

II, i, l. 144

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

II, i, l. 38

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

The jury, passing on the prisoner’s life, May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try.

II, i, l. 19

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch and not their terror.

II, i, l. 1

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt.

I, iv, l. 78

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

A man whose blood Is very snow-broth; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense.

I, iv, l. 57

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

And liberty plucks justice by the nose.

I, iii, l. 29

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

I hold you as a thing ensky’d and sainted.

I, iv, l. 34

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

Love that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried.

V, iii, l. 57

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

All impediments in fancy’s course Are motives of more fancy.

V, iii, l. 216

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

The inaudible and noiseless foot of time.

V, iii, l. 41

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