William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 95 | Just Great DataBase

I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow, By his best arrow, with the golden head, By the simplicity of Venus' doves, By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves, And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage queen, When the false Trojan under sail was seen,— By all the vows that ever men have broke, In number more than ever women spoke,—

Tis breath thou lackest, and that breath wilt thou lose.

There is more things in heaven and earth...than are dreamt of by your philosophy.

Deal mildly with his youth; for young hot colts, being rag's, do rage the more.

GHOST  I am thy father’s spirit, 14 Doomed for a certain term to walk the night 15 And for the day confined to fast in fires 16 Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature 17 Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid 18 To tell the secrets of my prison house, 19 I could a tale unfold whose lightest word 20 Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, 21 Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their 22 spheres, 23 Thy knotted and combinèd locks to part, 24 And each particular hair to stand an end, 25 Like quills upon the fearful porpentine. 26 But this eternal blazon must not be 27 To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list! 28 If thou didst ever thy dear father love—

Me rather had my heart might feel your love Than my unpleased eye see your curtesy.

Throw away respect,Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty;For you have but mistook me all this while. I live with bread, like you; feel want,Taste grief, need friends. Subjected thus, How can you say to me I am king?

Devis’d a new commission; wrote it

O, who can hold a fire in his handBy thinking on the frosty Caucasus?Or cloy the hungry edge of appetiteBy bare imagination of a feast?Or wallow naked in December snowBy thinking on fantastic summer's heat?O, no! the apprehension of the goodGives but the greater feeling to the worse:Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle moreThan when he bites, but lanceth not the sore.

فإنما تحس بالأمر اليد التي لم تتمرس بعد

But dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath.

the wholesale corruption of social relationships, even the most intimate, is an essential part of Shakespeare’s chilling exposure of authoritarian politics.

Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant, and live.

ROSENCRANTZ

The language I have learn'd these forty years, My native English, now I must forgo;

To be, or not to be, that is the question....

Thou liest in reputation sick: and thou, too careless patient as thou art, commit'st thy anointed to the cure of those physicians that first wounded thee:

You come most carefully upon your hour.

Woe doth the heavier sit where it perceives it is but faintly borne.

Kadınlar ne kadar severse o kadar korkar. Sevgileri de kuşkuları da varsa aşırı var. Yoksa hiç yoktur. Siz bilirsiniz. Benim ne türlü sevdiğimi. Öyleyse anlayın ne türlü korktuğumu. Büyük sevgide, küçük kuşkular korkuya döner, Küçük korkular büyüdükçe artar büyük sevgiler.