William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 63 | Just Great DataBase

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.

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 . . .

وإذا لم تكن الفضيلة عندك طبعا فلتكن تطبعا ،فإن التعود قوة جبارة،وهي تارة شيطان يقتل الشعور ويعودنا الشرور،وتارة ملك كريم يدربنا على أعمال جميلة طيبة،ويلبسنا الحلة اللائقة بذلك.

Polonius: My lord, I will take my leave of you. Hamlet: You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal...

It is not nor it cannot come to good.

إن مخاوف المرأة ومحبتها تسيران جنبا إلى جنب،فتهدأ في الرخاء وتنشط في الأزمات،ولقد علمت بالبرهان القاطع مدى محبتي،وعلى قدر حبي تكون مخاوفي،ومتى كان الحب عظيما،كان أقل شك مثيرا للخوف،فإن تزايدت المخاوف وعظمت نما الحب أيضا وصار عظيما

She speaks much of her father; says she hearsThere’s tricks i’ the world; and hems, and beats her heart;Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,That carry but half sense.(Ophelia)

What if this cursed hand were thicker than itself with brother's blood, is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens to wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy but to confront the visage of offense? And what's in prayer but this twofold force, to be forestalled ere we come to fall, or pardoned being down? Then I'll look up. My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer can serve my tern? 'Forgive me my foul murder'?

وليس في العالم شئ يظل محتفظا بجودته وجدته،لأن الجودة متى اكتملت أفناها نموها المتزايد،وواجبنا أن نبادر بالعمل حين تتوافر لنا الإرادة لأن هذه الإرادة لا تلبث أن تتحول وتتبدل،ويعتريها الهمود،فترجئ ما كانت تزمع عمله وتلتمس لهذا البطء والإرجاء مختلف المعاذير