You gotta be cruel to be kind.
The curse of true love never did run smooth.
For this last, Before and in Corioli, let me say, I cannot speak him home: he stopp'd the fliers; And by his rare example made the coward Turn terror into sport: as weeds before A vessel under sail, s...
He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle.
Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.
for my grief's so greatThat no supporter but the huge firm earthCan hold it up: here I and sorrows sit;Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.(Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)
What we are is not all that we may become.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
The love of heaven makes one heavenly.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
You speak an infinite deal of nothing.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Women may fall when there's no strength in men.Act II
What's done cannot be undone.
Watch out he's winding the watch of his wit, by and by it will strike.
Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.
Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.