William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 75 | Just Great DataBase

O, that way madness lies; let me shun that;
No more of that.

When he is best he is a little worst than a man, and when he is worst he is a little better than a beast.

The weight of this sad world, we must obey,what we feel we must not say

Jessica: Who are you? Tell me for more certainty. Albeit, I'll swear that I do know your tongue.Lorenzo: Lorenzo, and thy love.Jessica: Lorenzo, certain, and my love indeed. For who love I so much? And now who knows but you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours?Lorenzo: Heaven and thy thoughts are witness that thou art.

Fortune, that arrant whore, Ne’er turns the key151 to the poor.

ثمة صنف من الناس تعلو الجهامة وجوههم ويصرون على التزام الصمت حتى ينسب إليهم الحكمة والوقار والفكر العميقآه يا أنطونيو إني لأعرف أناسا لم يشتهروا بالحكمة إلا لامتناعهم عن الحديث وإني لجد واثق من أنهم لو تكلموا لنعتهم مستمعوهم بالغباء

It did always seem so to us: but now, in thedivision of the kingdom, it appears not which ofthe dukes he values most; for equalities are soweighed, that curiosity in neither can make choiceof either's moiety.

He will fence with his own shadow.

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile.

تا آن جا که من تشخیص میدهمکسانی که بیش از حد در رفاه هستند به همان اندازه رنج میبرند که کسانی که دچار قحطی میباشند،پس قرار گرفتن در یک وضع متوسط را نباید خوشبختی حقیری دانست.کسانی که بیش از حد در نعمت هستند زودتر به پیری میرسند.ولی مردمی که فقط به حد کفایت از نعمت بهره میبرند عمر طولانی تری دارند.

إن الضرورة لها قدرة عجيبة على ان تجعل أحط الأشياءتبدو ثمينةفي نظرنا

Mislike me not for my complexion,The shadowed livery of the burnished sun,To whom I am a neighbor and near bred.Bring me the fairest creature northward born,Where Phoebus' fire scarce thaws the icicles,And let us make incision for your loveTo prove whose blood is reddest, his or mine.

An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star!

I hold the world but as the world ... — / A stage where every man must play a part

There thou mightst behold the great image of authority: a dog's obeyed in office.

The fiend gives the more friendly counsel.

I profess myself an enemy to all other joys, which the most precious square of sense possesses, and find I am alone felicitate in your dear highness love.

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'stBut in his motion like an angel sings,Still quiring [making music] to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls,But whilst this muddy vesture of decayDoth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it.

He hath always but slightly, known himself...King Lear

Her name is Portia