William Shakespeare

151 quotes

When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it.

Our bodies are our gardens — our wills are our gardeners.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

Life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Study is like the heaven’s glorious sun, that will not be deep-search’d with saucy looks.