William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 63 | Just Great DataBase

Hell is empty, 252 And all the devils are here.

She will outstrip all praise and make it halt behind her.

LEONTES                                              Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? Kissing with inside lip? Stopping the career Of laughter with a sigh?—a note infallible Of breaking honesty;—horsing foot on foot? Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift; Hours, minutes; noon, midnight? and all eyes Blind with the pin and web but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked?—is this nothing? Why, then the world and all that's in't is nothing; The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing; My is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.

they have seem'd to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; and embrac'd as it were from the ends of opposed winds.

The April's in her eyes: it is love's Spring,And these the showers to bring it on..

Where souls do couch on flowers we’ll hand in hand...

God help the noble Claudio! if he have caught the Benedick, it will cost him a thousand pound ere a’ be cured.

My desolation does begin to make a better life.

Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love. We cannot call her winds and waters sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.

But yet let me lamentwith tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts [...]that our stars, irreconcilable, should divideour equalness to this.

And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,In corporal sufferance finds a pang as greatAs when a giant dies.

The play's the thing.

PROTEUS: Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.SPEED: And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.

Didst thou but know the inly touch of loveThou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow As seek to quench the fire of love with words. (2.7.18-20)

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness,And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour.He that knows better how to tame a shrew,Now let him speak. 'Tis charity to show.

She vied so fast, protesting oath after oath,that in a twink she won me to her love.O, you are novices. 'Tis a world to seeHow tame, when men and women are alone,A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew.

And whatsomever else shall hap tonight, give it an understanding but no tongue, I will requit your love. So, fare your well. My lord, he hath importuned me with love, in honourable fashion.

To sleep perchance to dream.

Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.Oh, that that earth, which kept the world in awe,Should patch a wall t' expel the winter’s flaw!

God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another . . .