Shakespeare Quotes About Life
1. The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
2. Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
3. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
4. Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.
5. Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
6. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
7. This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
8. There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
9. Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
10. It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
11. If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
12. When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
13. We know what we are, but not what we may be.
14. 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.
15. Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.
16. You speak an infinite deal of nothing.
17. Though she be but little, she is fierce!
18. 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.
19. These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triump die, like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss, consume
20. To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover’d country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.–Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember’d!
21. My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.
22. My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
23. By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
24. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
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,
25. The course of true love never did run smooth.
26. My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
27. Lord, what fools these mortals be!
28. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
29. I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.
30. Don’t waste your love on somebody, who doesn’t value it.
31. thus with a kiss I die
32. O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man
What is in a name?
That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,
So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title,
Romeo, Doth thy name!
And for that name which is no part of thee, take all thyself.
33. Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!
34. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
35. To die, to sleep –
To sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub,
For in this sleep of death what dreams may come…
36. 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 tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring barque,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
37. There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
38. With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
39. All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
40. Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.
41. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,-
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
42. Our doubts are traitors,
and make us lose the good we oft might win,
by fearing to attempt.
43. Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.
44. Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t.
45. 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:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And too often is his gold complexion dimm’d:
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or natures changing course untrimm’d;
By thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
46. Expectation is the root of all heartache.
47. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
48. Life … is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
49. Brevity is the soul of wit.
50. To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
51. Listen to many, speak to a few.
52. Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
53. Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)
54. The breaking of so great a thing should make
A greater crack: the round world
Should have shook lions into civil streets,
And citizens to their dens.
55. Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.
56. They do not love that do not show their love.
57. One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
58. Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it.
59. Conscience doth make cowards of us all.
60. We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.