Shakespeare Quotes

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?

William Shakespeare

Hamlet, 3:1

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow.

William Shakespeare

Romeo and Juliet, 2:2

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

William Shakespeare

Twelfth Night, 2:5

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,

Signifying nothing.

William Shakespeare

Macbeth, 5:5

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

William Shakespeare

Hamlet, 1:5

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.

William Shakespeare

As You Like It, 2:7

All that glisters is not gold.

William Shakespeare

The Merchant of Venice, 2:7

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.

William Shakespeare

Julius Caesar, 2:2

The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.

William Shakespeare

Julius Caesar, 3:2

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, 

As I foretold you, were all spirits and 

Are melted into air, into thin air: 

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, 

The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, 

The solemn temples, the great globe itself, 

Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve 

And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, 

Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff 

As dreams are made on, and our little life 

Is rounded with a sleep.

William Shakespeare

The Tempest 4:1