But thoughts the slave of life, and life, Time’s fool,And Time, that takes survey of all the world,Must have a stop.

At this hourLie at my mercy all mine enemies.

I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that’s in me should set hell on fire.

Jack shall have Jill.Nought shall go ill.

A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.

When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found...

Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.

Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more!Macbeth does murder sleep, – the innocent sleep;Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleave of care, The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath,Balm of hurt...

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.

Sonnet 29When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless criesAnd look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one...

Give me that man that is not passion’s slave, and I will wear him in my heart’s core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits, andAre melted into air, into thin air;And like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-capp’d tow’rs, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples,...

He eats nothing but doves, love, and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood beget hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love.

There is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls,Doing more murder in this loathsome world,Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.

Have I thought long to see this morning’s face,And doth it give me such a sight as this?

… one fire burns out another’s burning.One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. -Romeo & Juliet

CASSIO: Dost thou hear, my honest friend?CLOWN: No, I hear not your honest friend, I hear you.CASSIO: Prithee, keep up thy quillets.

Olivia: What’s a drunken man like, fool?Feste: Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman: one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.

Few love to hear the sins they love to act.

Sometime [Queen Mab] driveth o’er a soldier’s neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,Of healths five fathom deep; and then anonDrums in his ear, at which he starts and...

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

Só o teu amor é o inimigo. Ti es ti, aínda que sexas un Montesco. ,Que é un Montesco? Non é man, nin pé, nin brazo, nin cara, nin parte ningunha do corpo. ¡Cambia o...

The expedition of my violent love outrun the pauser, reason.

Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.

Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,But be the...

Get you gone, you dwarf,You minimus of hindering knotgrass made,You bead, you acorn!

We will meet; and there we may rehearse mostobscenely and courageously.Shakespeare, Midsummer Night’s Dream. Spoken by Bottom, Act I Sc. 2

Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest; and despair most sits

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a...

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. At first, the infant,Mewling and...

I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table.” Macbeth

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,And therefore I forbid my tears.

This fellow is wise enough to play the fool;And to do that well craves a kind of wit:He must observe their mood on whom he jests,The quality of persons, and the time,And, like the haggard,...

Best safety lies in fear.

When the devout religion of mine eyeMaintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires,And these, who, often drowned, could never die,Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sunNe’er saw her...

Let me have war, say I: it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it’s spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter...

O, let my books be then the eloquenceAnd dumb presagers of my speaking breast;Who plead for love, and look for recompense,More than that tongue that more hath more express’d.O, learn to read what silent love...

My grief lies all within; and these external manner of laments are merely shadows of the unseen grief that swells with silence in the tortur’d soul.

If it be now, ’tis not to come. If it be not to come, it will be now. If it be not now, yet it will come—the readiness is all.

Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.- Lucullus (Act III, scene 1)

Be as thou wast wont to be.See as thou wast wont to see.

Each new mornNew widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrowsStrike heaven on the face, that it resoundsAs if it felt with Scotland, and yelled outLike syllable of dolor.

Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,So stumblest on my counsel?*Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*

My noble father,I do perceive here a divided duty.To you I am bound for life and education.My life and education both do learn meHow to respect you. You are the lord of my duty,I am...

Let every man be master of his time.

Time shall unfold what pleated cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.

it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance