Shakespeare quotes

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

Nothing can come of nothing.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.

‚Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child!

O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.

Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.

I must be cruel, only to be kind.

Give thy thoughts no tongue.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.

I bear a charmed life.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Shakespeare – I was very influenced – still am – by Shakespeare. I couldn’t believe that a white man in the 16th century could so know my heart.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

The stroke of death is as a lover’s pinch, which hurts and is desired.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

I have no interest in Shakespeare and all that British nonsense… I just wanted to get famous and all the rest is hogwash.

Now is the winter of our discontent.

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.

In the theatre, people talk. Talk, talk until the cows come home about journeys of discovery and about what Hazlitt thought of a line of Shakespeare. I can’t stand it.

Well, if Fortune be a woman, she’s a good wench for this gear.

O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.

Love is too young to know what conscience is.

If you had a million Shakespeares, could they write like a monkey?

I am Warhol. I am the No. 1 most impactful artist of our generation. I am Shakespeare in the flesh.

The valiant never taste of death but once.

Find enough clever things to say, and you’re a Prime Minister; write them down and you’re a Shakespeare.

I don’t do Shakespeare. I don’t talk in that kind of broken English.

As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.

If music be the food of love, play on.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

This is not writing at all. Indeed, I could say that Shakespeare surpasses literature altogether, if I knew what I meant.

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

This above all; to thine own self be true.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Though she be but little, she is fierce.

The last act is bloody, however pleasant all the rest of the play is: a little earth is thrown at last upon our head, and that is the end forever.

I’ve got no need to prove to myself that I can do Shakespeare. I’ve done it.

I like not fair terms and a villain’s mind.

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.