SHAKESPEARE QUOTES

I selected these quotes myself because I like Shakespeare but they don't all apply to me

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child!

By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.

How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind,
As man's ingratitude.

He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee.
If weaker, spare him;
if stronger, spare thyself.

How use doth breed a habit in a man.

I am not bound to please thee with my answers.

I dote on his very absence.

I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless as water in a sieve.

The soul of this man is in his clothes.

When griping grief the heart doth wound,
and doleful dumps the mind opresses,
then music, with her silver sound,
with speedy help doth lend redress.

For aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth.

The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.


Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.


The devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough;
God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio:
a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.
He hath borne me on his back a thousand times;
and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is!
my gorge rises at it.
Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Where be your gibes now; your gambols, your songs?
your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Not one now, to mock your own grinning?
Quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her,
let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep:
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,--'t is a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.

Sydney in Celsius

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Weather near place where I was born.