It’s easy for someone to joke about scars if they’ve never been cut.
If we shadows have offended,Think but this, and all is mended,
If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.
If love be rough with you, be rough with love;Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.Give me a case to put my visage in:A visor for a visor! what care IWhat curious eye doth quote deformities...
I may chance have someodd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me,because I have railed so long against marriage: butdoth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meatin his youth that he cannot endure...
I have a soul of leadSo stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughterand the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.(IAGO,ActI,SceneI)
He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider...
He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.
He is the half part of a blessed man,Left to be finished by such as she;And she a fair divided excellence,Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.
Glendower: I can call the spirits from the vasty deep.Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man;But will they come, when you do call for them?
For you, in my respect, are all the world.Then how can it be said I am aloneWhen all the world is here to look on me?
For where thou art, there is the world itself,With every several pleasure in the world,And where thou art not, desolation.
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.
Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark. (Act 5, Scene 2)
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,Himself the primrose path of dalliance treadsAnd recks not his own read.
Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very day that young Hamlet was born, he that is mad and sent into England.Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?Why, because he was mad. He...
But she makes hungryWhere she most satisfies...
And since you know you cannot see yourself,so well as by reflection, I, your glass,will modestly discover to yourself,that of yourself which you yet know not of.
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 rims...