William Shakespeare quotes
What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. 
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world. 
Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it. 
Conscience doth make cowards of us all. 
This above all: to thine own self be true. 
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves. 
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. 
Et tu, Brute? 
Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for a lifetime 
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. William Shakespeare Short quotes ⇑
Short Quotes
Brevity is the soul of wit. 
We know what we are, but not what we may be. 
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves. 
When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions! 
Lord, what fools these mortals be! 
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break. 
When we are born, we cry that we have come to this great stage of fools. 
William Shakespeare Love quotes ⇑
Love Quotes
Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! 
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. 
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. 
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. 
If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down. All William Shakespeare quotes ⇑
Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.
Some are born great, others achieve greatness.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
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.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.
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.
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.
O teach me how I should forget to think
...Who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make love known?
All's well that ends well.
Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.
When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.
Are you sure, that we are awake? It seems to me, that yet we sleep, we dream
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!
Oh, I am fortune's fool!
Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
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.
Exit, pursued by a bear.
O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!