More Quotes by William Shakespeare
I like your silence, it the more shows off your wonder.
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.
Listen to many, speak to a few.
For he today who sheds his blood with me shall be my brother.
If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.
Laughing faces do not mean that there is absence of sorrow! But it means that they have the ability to deal with it
Sweet doctor, you shall be my bedfellow. When I’m not there, you can sleep with my wife.
Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow
All the world is a stage and we are merely players.
That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children’s ghosts will haunt me still.
