William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 18 | Just Great DataBase

O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!

Tell me where is fancy bred,Or in the heart, or in the head?

One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.

Seems, madam, Nay, it is. I know not 'seems.' 
This not alone my inky cloak, good mother.

But I am constant as the Northern Star,Of whose true fixed and resting qualityThere is no fellow in the firmament.

Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more!Macbeth does murder sleep, - the innocent sleep;Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.

Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.

For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.

Life... is a paradise to what we fear of death.

He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.

Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see

Give me my sin again.

I hold my peace, sir? no;No, I will speak as liberal as the north;Let heaven and men and devils, let them all,All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

I would not wish any companion in the world but you.

O, let me kiss that hand!KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once
That make ingrateful man!

I was too young that time to value her,But now I know her. If she be a traitor, Why, so am I. We still have slept together,Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together,And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans,Still we went coupled and inseparable.

Remember me.