Top Shakespeare Quotes

These violent delights have violent endsAnd in their triump die, like fire and powderWhich, as they kiss, consume

They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.

Yet but three come one more.Two of both kinds make up four.Ere she comes curst and sad.Cupid is a knavish lad.Thus to make poor females mad.

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

We occasionally see something on the stage that reminds us a

to pee or not to pee that is the question

Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.

The king stood in a pool of blue light, unmoored.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

Consciousness is the materia poetica that Shakespeare sculpts as Michelangelo sculpts marble. We feel the consciousness of Hamlet or Iago, and our own consciousness strangely expands.

I love you, you know,’ he said conversationally. ‘Will you marry me?’ The manner in which he made this abrupt proposal struck her as being so typical of him that a shaky laugh was dragged from her. ‘O...

Miranda opened her eyes in time to see the sunrise. A wash of violent color, pink and streaks of brilliant orange, the container ships on the horizon suspended between the blaze of the sky and the wat...

You gotta be cruel to be kind.

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.

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 That looks on te...

I believe it was Shakespeare, or possibly Howard Cosell, who first observed that marriage is very much like a birthday candle, in that 'the flames of passion burn brightest when the wick of intimacy i...

Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

Benedick: I protest I love thee.Beatrice: Why, then, God forgive me!Benedick: What offence, sweet Beatrice?Beatrice: You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about toprotest I loved you.Benedick: And...

Life... is a paradise to what we fear of death.