William Shakespeare Quotes

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
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.

Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand?

Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burnt on the water.

I am a man,
More sinn'd against than sinning.

We have seen better days.

Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit and lost without deserving.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.

If music be the food of love, play on.

To be or not to be, that is the question.

What a piece of work is a man!
How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty!
In form and moving how express and admirable!
In action how like an angel,
in apprehension how like a god!