William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 74 | Just Great DataBase

Between the acting of a dreadful thingAnd the first motion, all the interim isLike a phantasm or a hideous dream.The genius and the moral instruments Are then in council, and the state of a man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers thenThe nature of an insurrection.

Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; nor are those empty-hearted whose low sounds reverb no hollowness.

لكن ما أكثر مانزمع أمرا ثم ننقضه،والنية تدوم مابقيت عالقة بالذاكرة،وهي تولد بعنف،ولكنها واهية القوى.فتظل حينا كأثمار الفجة متشبثة بالشجرة.حتى إذا اشتد نضجها هوت،دون أن يهزها أحد.وما علينا من حرج أن ننسى الوفاء بالدين،مادمنا مدينين به لأنفسنا،والذي نعد به أنفسنا حين يشتد تحمسنا،لايكون له معنى،إذا خمدت حماستنا

Though this knave came something saucily into this world before he was sent for, yet was is mother Fair; there was good sport at his making, and the Whoreson must be acknowledged.

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy;For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

أن الحب متى شرع يعتل ويبلى تكلف الإفراطفي الحفاوة.فما في الإخلاص النقي الصادق مصانعات.

Humanity must perforce prey upon itself, like monsters of the deep.

I must be cruel, only to be kind.

إنما مثل الزائفين من الرجال كمثل الخيل السريعة عند الانطلاق،تبدو باهرة المظهر وتعد بالأصالة،لكنها متى اقتضى أن تعاني المهماز يدميها أدلت أعرافها وأخفقت،مثل الكوادن الخادعة،في الامتحان.

Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak when power to flattery bows?

Не вечен мир, и все мы видим вновь,Как счастью вслед меняется любовь;Кому кто служит, мудрый, назови:Любовь ли счастью, счастье ли любви?

I want that glib and oily art to speak and purpose not, since what I well intend, I'll do't before I speak.

One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.

What, Lucius, ho!I cannot, by the progress of the stars,Give guess how near to day. Lucius, I say!I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.When, Lucius, when? awake, I say! what, Lucius!

Have more than thou showest, speak less than though knowest, lend less than thou owest, ride more than though goest, learn more than thou trowest, set less than thou throwest.

The rest is silence

The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks,They are all fire and every one doth shine

out vile jelly! where is thy lustre now

...всяка обич с времето се раждаи с времето мени се и отслабва.Самият неин плам отлага пепел,нагар, от който тя мъжди и гасне,и няма вечност чувството, защотоот своето разпалване доброто,подобно възпаление в гръдта,само се задушава. Онова,което някой „иска да направи,той „трябва да го прави, без да бави,защото това „искам има толкозобрати, смени, колкото езици,ръце и случки има по света,и току-виж, тез само „трябва, „трябваостанали на нашия болниккато въздишките, които ужни носят облекчение, но всъщностни изтощават само…

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,Knew you not Pompey?