William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 5 | Just Great DataBase

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

I am not bound to please thee with my answers.

O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)

Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night;Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die,Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the face of heaven so fineThat all the world will be in love with night...

I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?

To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub.

Sweets to the sweet.

Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions!

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mockThe meat it feeds on.

Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

What's in a name? that which we call a roseBy any other name would smell as sweet.

My soul is in the sky.

God hath given you one face, and you make yourself another.

When we are born, we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended,That you have but slumbered hereWhile these visions did appear.And this weak and idle theme,No more yielding but a dream,Gentles, do not reprehend:If you pardon, we will mend:And, as I am an honest Puck,If we have unearned luckNow to 'scape the serpent's tongue,We will make amends ere long;Else the Puck a liar call;So, good night unto you all.Give me your hands, if we be friends,And Robin shall restore amends.