What’s your favorite Shakespeare quote? ? Need lots of quotes for something I’m doing.
What’s your favorite Shakespeare quote? ? Need lots of quotes for something I’m doing.
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What’s your favorite Shakespeare quote? ? Need lots of quotes for something I’m doing.
What’s in a name?
Juliet
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet
Get ye all three to the box tree. Maria says it to Toby Belch, Fabian and Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
I would challenge you to a battle of wits but I see that you are unarmed.
By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes
I am weaker than a woman’s tear, Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance, Less valiant than the virgin in the night, And skilless as unpractis’d infancy.
From one of the sonnets: “Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.”
“All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.”
Not my favourite but I do like it: Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Something wicked this way comes
To be or not to be that is the Question
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.
From Julius Caesar?
Yes, from the funeral scene. Mark Antony’s eulogy.
Read that book in Grade 12. Wrote exams on it and loved it. Hated the film!!!
Ooooh, the classic film with Marlon Brando is awesome! And, because he came off of Streetcar Named Desire that same year, you half expect him to rip open his toga as he delivers the famous eulogy. At least, I did. Lol.
How many films are there? I watched it in 2006 and for sure it was made way before then. Are you also referring to the same film?
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
This is Charles Dickens
Yes, I’m sorry. Speed reading does me in every time 😉
Hell is empty and all the devils are here
The Tempest
her eyes discourses, I will answer it
Say I slew them not. Then say they are not slain, but dead they are.
I am slain.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, which bends with the remover to remove.
A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse
If love be rough with you be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down
To thine own self be true
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day . . .
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death
Murder is both foul and unnatural.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
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.
Alas poor Yorik I knew him well
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look
And though she be but little, she is fierce
Though she be but little, she is fierce!
Though this be madness, there be method in it
“The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.” from King Henry VI, pt. 2
“Words, words, words.”
“What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form, in moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?”
To thine own self be true, and it must follow as the night the day, thou canst be false to any man.
What’s done cannot be undone. Lady MacBeth
What a piece of work is man. How noble in reason, how infinite in faculties. In form and moving how express and admirable. In actions, how like an angel. In apprehension, how like a god.
“When words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain…” Richard @II
Ay, Edward will use women honourably.
Would he were wasted, marrow, bones and all,
That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring,
To cross me from the golden time I look for!
“To be, or not to be, that is the question” -Hamlet
“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”—Hamlet
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.
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Watch this movie!
It will put you in the right frame of mind…