William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 16 | Just Great DataBase

O time, thou must untangle this, not I.It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.

Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends,Rough-hew them how we will.

They do not love, that do not show their love.

La culpa, no está en nuestras estrellas, sino en nosotros mismos, que consentimos en ser inferiores.

When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

Take it in what sense thou wilt.

I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.

I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thyeyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.

No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison:We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage:When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live,And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laughAt gilded butterflies, and hear poor roguesTalk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out;And take upon's the mystery of things,As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out,In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones,That ebb and flow by the moon.

Take pains. Be perfect.

Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.

But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,Thy head, thy sovereign, one that cares for thee,And for thy maintenance; commits his bodyTo painful labor, both by sea and land;To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,Whilst thou li’st warm at home, secure and safe;And craves no other tribute at thy handsBut love, fair looks, and true obedience-Too little payment for so great a debt.Such duty as the subject owes the prince,Even such a woman oweth to her husband;And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,And no obedient to his honest will,What is she but a foul contending rebel,And graceless traitor to her loving lord?I asham’d that women are so simple‘To offer war where they should kneel for peace,Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,But that our soft conditions, and our hearts,Should well agree with our external parts?

Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not ...

If we shadows have offended,Know but this and all is mended.That you have but slumbered here,While these visions did appear,And this weak and idle theme,No more yielding, but a dream.

One half of me is yours, the other half is yours,Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,And so all yours.