Thoughts by William Shakespeare Quotes and Sayings in English

Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.

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.

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...

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.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.

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.

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.

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.

They do not love that do not show their love.

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!

This above all: to thine own self be true.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

Conscience doth make cowards of us all.

These violent delights have violent ends.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

Nothing will come of nothing: speak again.

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

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Men in rage strike those that wish them best.

The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

Be great in act, as you have been in thought.

We know what we are, but not what we may be.

Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

I am not bound to please thee with my answers.

Some are born great, others achieve greatness.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.

Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.

Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

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You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

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I defy you, stars.

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My soul is in the sky.

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Brevity is the soul of wit.

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Sweets to the sweet.

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All's well that ends well.

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Exit, pursued by a bear.

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What's past is prologue.

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What's done cannot be undone.

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For she had eyes and chose me.

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Lord, what fools these mortals be!

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Listen to many, speak to a few.

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Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

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Strong reasons make strong actions.

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Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.

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Though she be but little, she is fierce!

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Presume not that I am the thing I was.

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Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.

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Expectation is the root of all heartache.

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The course of true love never did run smooth.

In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow.

If music be the food of love, play on.

Love hath made thee a tame snake.

I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster.

Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.

For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?

Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties.

A heart to love, and in that heart, Courage, to make’s love known.

There’s beggary in love that can be reckoned.

I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.

You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame.

She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them.

Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love.

Speak low if you speak love.

Love will not be spurred to what it loathes.

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.

To be wise and love, Exceeds man’s might.

I pray you, do not fall in love with me, For I am falser than vows made in wine.

And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

Love is begun by time, And time qualifies the spark and fire of it.

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.

Love goes by haps; Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

Doubt that the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move his aides, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

The stroke of death is as a lovers pinch, Which hurts and is desired.

If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.

William Shakespeare Thoughts in English

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.

Lovers ever run before the clock.

I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.

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.

Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.

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.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Love is blind, and lovers cannot see, The pretty follies that themselves commit.

The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.

Love is a smoke and is made with the fume of sighs.

Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by.

I love you more than words can wield the matter, Dearer than eyesight, space and liberty.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

Make use of time, let not advantage slip.

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.

There's a time for all things.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.

Let every man be master of his time.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

Time and the hour run through the roughest day. *

Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.

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.

There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered.

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.

Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. 

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

The rest, is silence.

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions!

Listen to many, speak to a few.

To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.

Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.

God hath given you one face, and you make yourself another.

Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.

Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!

When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.

I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.

When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.

Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that i were a glove upon that hand that i might touch that cheek!