William Shakespeare Quotes – Page 11 | Just Great DataBase

BEATRICE Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner.BENEDICK Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains.BEATRICE I took no more pains for those thanks than you takepains to thank me: if it had been painful, I wouldnot have come.BENEDICK You take pleasure then in the message?BEATRICE Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife’spoint … You have no stomach,signior: fare you well.ExitBENEDICK Ha! ‘Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner;’ there’s a double meaning in that…

And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. I would not change it.

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 youngShall never see so much, nor live so long.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.An evil soul producing holy witnessIs like a villain with a smiling cheek,A goodly apple rotten at the heart.O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

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.

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance

Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.

Out, out brief candle, life is but a walking shadow…a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Out, damned spot! out, I say!

turn him into stars and form a constellation in his image. His face will make the heavens so beautiful that the world will fall in love with the night and forget about the garish sun.

To be or not to be that is the question.

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.

His life was gentle; and the elementsSo mixed in him, that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.

O, brave new worldthat has such people in’t!

A miracle. Here’s our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for pity. Beatrice: I would not deny you, but by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption. Benedick: Peace. I will stop your mouth.

Thought is free.

This is the excellent foppery of the world, that,when we are sick in fortune,–often the surfeitof our own behavior,–we make guilty of ourdisasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: asif we were villains by necessity; fools byheavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, andtreachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards,liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience ofplanetary influence; and all that we are evil in,by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasionof whoremaster man, to lay his goatishdisposition to the charge of a star.

There is a tide in the affairs of men which, taken at the floud, leads on to fortune ommitted, all the voyage of their livesare bound in shallows and in miseries