For thy sweet love remembr’d such wealth bringsThat then, I scorn to change my state with kings.

For where Love reigns, disturbing JealousyDoth call himself Affection’s sentinel;Gives false alarms, suggesteth mutiny,And in a peaceful hour doth cry ‘Kill, kill!

My Crown is in my heart, not on my head:Not deck’d with Diamonds, and Indian stones:Nor to be seen: my Crown is call’d Content,A Crown it is, that seldom Kings enjoy.

He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.

I think part of Kevin’s notion of being involved with the Old Vic was because he wants to blood himself with Shakespeare,

He was digging in his garden–digging, too, in his own mind, laboriously turning up the substance of his thought. Death–and he drove in his spade once, and again, and yet again. And all our yesterdays...

She is never alone when she has Her Books. Books, to her, are Friends. Give her Shakespeare or Jane Austen, Meredith or Hardy, and she is Lost – lost in a world of her own....

A comedy isn’t about being funny…a comedy is about characters who dare to know that they may choose a happy ending after all.

Ribs closing on his heart, Will battled internal sirens whose song he couldn’t yet decipher. During his childhood, ‘sin’ had been such an abstract word. It denoted getting your Sunday best dirty and torn, or...

Do not speak unflatteringly of Jane,” Flora said, walking beside Chad. “She is the greatest writer to have ever lived.” “I thought that was Shakespeare.” “William was, or course, quite good,” Flora said. “But no...

You are somewhat of a mystery, one of Shakespeare’s cryptic sonnets, I reckon, but some lines are rather…obvious. You would be a terrible king.

Actors are so fortunate. They can choose whether they will appear in tragedy or in comedy, whether they will suffer or make merry, laugh or shed tears. But in real life it is different. Most...

Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy laws my services are bound…{His second motto, from King Lear by Shakespeare}

La vida es mi tortura y la muerte será mi descanso.

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

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause

I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

i heard someone tried the monkeys-on-typewriters bit trying for the plays of W. Shakespeare, but all they got was the collected works of Francis Bacon.

We probably read Shakespeare in the first place for his stories, afterwards for his characters. . . . To become intimate with Shakespeare in this way is a great enrichment of mind and instruction of...

Yesterday I memorized Shakespeare, and tomorrow I’m also going to memorize his first name.

We too often forget that not only is there ‘a soul of goodness in things evil,’ but very generally also, a soul of truth in things erroneous.

My inner bitch could handle this peon without even breaking a sweat.

The ability for anyone in our generation to self-amuse has sadly been bred out of our species.

After Portia has trapped Shylock through his own insistence upon the letter of the law of Contract, she produces another law by which any alien who conspires against the life of a Venetian citizen forfeits...

Sometimes…the hardest part about letting someone go is realizing that you were never meant to have them.

That such a slave as this should wear a sword,Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as these,Like rats, oft bite the holy cords atwainWhich are too intrinse t’ unloose; smooth every passionThat in the...

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

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

Like water our ideals for writing what seems at first to be a calling to pen a masterpiece, it at first can be pure, fluid even (words can come easily) but we also have to...

It seems only fair,” Matthew continued. “A bit of karma, if you will.” He twirled the stake again. “Shall we see how long you scream?””Are you ever going to shut up?” I snapped, fear and...

I remember the will said, ‘May God thy gold refine.’ That must be from the Bible.””Shakespeare,” Turtle said. All quotations were either from the Bible or Shakespeare.

If Shakespeare be considered as a MAN born in a rude age and educated in the lowest manner, without any instruction either from the world or from books, he may be regarded as a prodigy;...

Oh, William, what pitiable creatures we men are! When we go to church we make the devil angry, when we enjoy ourselves in the inns, we make God angry; we are the unlucky lot stuck...

You pretty much have to take the job since you hit him with the car.

He is Romeo, and he is heartbroken. Every word is wistful. When he says, ‘O, teach me how I should forget to think!’ I, for the first time, see what the big deal is about...

One need not believe in Pallas Athena, the virgin goddess, to be overwhelmed by the Parthenon. Similarly, a man who rejects all dogmas, all theologies and all religious formulations of beliefs may still find Genesis...

I am alive to a usual objection to what is clearly part of my programme for the metier of poetry. The objection is that the doctrine requires a ridiculous amount of erudition (pedantry), a claim...

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixed mark...

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,Is the immediate jewel of their souls:Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing;’twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands;But he that filches...

O, pur se nella scelta c’è armonia, L’amore è poi assediato dalla guerra,O dalla morte, o dalla malattia, Che lo rendono breve come un suono, Celere come un’ombra, fugace come i sogni;Rapido come il lampo...

But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?”Catherine: “I cannot tell.”Henry: “Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I’ll ask them.

That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet

I had a feeling about Shakespeare’s soliloquies, that there should be a real exchange between the actor and the audience.

And it’s what you never will write,” said the Controller. “Because, if it were really like Othello nobody could understand it, however new it might be. And if were new, it couldn’t possibly be like...

Shakespeare had all these sonnets where what he said came down to this: Youth is fleeting and you’d better get married and have children and make a copy of the beauty you own because the...

It may take a decade or two before the extent of Shakespeare’s collaboration passes from the graduate seminar to the undergraduate lecture, and finally to popular biography, by which time it will be one of...

By the time you have a platform for saying what you want, you’ve already become part of the system. It’s how it works.