A girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. But a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate. William Shakespeare
Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
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 a shoulder to cry on. And when I mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me.
We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.
My crown is in my heart, not on my head; not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, nor to be seen: my crown is called content, a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake its everything except what it is!
Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till, by broad spreading, it disperse to naught.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don’t know we are in.
A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curl’d pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon, for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his course truly.
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?
Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.
My grief lies all within, and these external manners of lament are merely shadows to the unseen grief, that swells with silence in the tortured soul.
In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.
Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with its sweet oblivious antidote, cleanse the full bosom of all perilous stuff that weighs upon the heart.
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
The Most Inspiring William Shakespeare Quotes
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest. William Shakespeare
O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in’t!
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.
All of Creation’s a farce. Man was born as a joke. In his head his reason is buffeted Like wind-blown smoke. Life is a game. Everyone ridicules everyone else. But he who has the last laugh Laughs longest.
Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird’s life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey’d, Such seems your beauty still.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. And let my liver rather heat with wine, than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
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.
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
A good heart is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry ‘content’ to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face for all occasions.
Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.
I can see he’s not in your good books,’ said the messenger. ‘No, and if he were I would burn my library.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say, “This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne’er touch’d earthly faces.”
