Shakespeare Quotes - Page 2

I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth

All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.

For thy sweet love remembr'd such wealth brings
That then, I scorn to change my state with kings.

How do you mourn something that never really belonged to you?

Shakespeare’s enduring tragedy did its part to further the goals of the Mercenaries - glamorizing death, making dying for love seem the most noble act of all, though nothing could be further from the truth. Taking an innocent life - in a misguided attempt to prove love or for any other reason - is a useless waste.

They died together; they'll always be remembered together. It's decided, once and for all. He was hers.

La vida es mi tortura y la muerte será mi descanso.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.

[Thou] mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms!

[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.

Thou art a very ragged Wart.

Mother, you have my father much offended.

I have been right, Basil, haven’t I, to take my love out of poetry, and to find my wife in Shakespeare’s plays? Lips that Shakespeare taught to speak have whispered their secret in my ear. I have had the arms of Rosalind around me, and kissed Juliet on the mouth.

I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

You and those shot-glass eyes, deep swirling pools of 80-proof firewater, with the depth and profundity of Saturn’s spinning pulsars…

Auden is an accomplished rhymer and Shakespeare is not.

Educated men are so impressive!

I quickly learned, however, that a university education is not a prerequisite to reading Shakespeare. After all, his original audience was not college-educated. Neither was he.

The study of mathematics is apt to commence in disappointment... We are told that by its aid the stars are weighed and the billions of molecules in a drop of water are counted. Yet, like the ghost of Hamlet's father, this great science eludes the efforts of our mental weapons to grasp it.

What's the use trying to read Shakespeare, especially in one of those little paper editions whose pages get ruffled, or stuck together with sea-water?