William Shakespeare quotes
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun. Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find. There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. So wise so young, they say, do never live long. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun. Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find. There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. So wise so young, they say, do never live long. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.

William Shakespeare about Love, Insanity, Poets
Also about
Responsibility, Destiny, Romeo And Juliet, Tragedy
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.

William Shakespeare about Love, Doubt, Poems
Also about
Hesitation, Cowardice, Religion, Life, Sacrifice
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love. Our doubts are traitors,
and make us lose the good we oft might win,
by fearing to attempt. The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. If you love and get hurt, love more.
If you love more and hurt more, love even more.
If you love even more and get hurt even more, love some more until it hurts no more...
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love. Our doubts are traitors,
and make us lose the good we oft might win,
by fearing to attempt. The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. If you love and get hurt, love more.
If you love more and hurt more, love even more.
If you love even more and get hurt even more, love some more until it hurts no more...
William Shakespeare about Love, Hardships, Adversity
Also about
Dreams, Supernatural, Feelings, Anger, Romeo And Juliet, Trust, Words
The course of true love never did run smooth.
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
William Shakespeare about Happiness, Age, Love
Also about
Poems, Past, Romeo And Juliet, Inspiration, Great
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. What's past is prologue. Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it. Be great in act, as you have been in thought.
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. What's past is prologue. Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it. Be great in act, as you have been in thought.
William Shakespeare about Death, Cowardice, Inspiration
Also about
Wit, Illusion, Appearance, Conscience
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come. We know what we are, but know not what we may be. I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed! All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold. Conscience doth make cowards of us all.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come. We know what we are, but know not what we may be. I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed! All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold. Conscience doth make cowards of us all.
William Shakespeare about Love, Romance, Romeo And Juliet
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man
What is in a name?
That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,
So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title,
Romeo, Doth thy name!
And for that name which is no part of thee, take all thyself. When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions! They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love. How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world. Expectation is the root of all heartache.
Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man
What is in a name?
That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,
So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title,
Romeo, Doth thy name!
And for that name which is no part of thee, take all thyself. When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions! They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love. How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world. Expectation is the root of all heartache.
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Listen to many, speak to a few.
Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.
All's well if all ends well.
William Shakespeare about Death, Marriage, Fate
Also about
Consequences, Destiny, Wit, Men & Women, Romeo And JulietWilliam Shakespeare about Love, Farewell, Goodbye
Also about
Romeo And Juliet, Advice, Trust, Romance, Music
Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy. If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die. These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triump die, like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss, consume
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy. If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die. These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triump die, like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss, consume
William Shakespeare about Love, Life, Romeo And Juliet
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
Life ... is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing. Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! ...thus with a kiss I die Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing. Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! ...thus with a kiss I die Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.