Shakespeare is eminently quotable. He is, in fact, the most quoted author in the English language and perhaps in the entire history of literature. Shakespeare quotes are a world of inspiration, self-understanding, motivation, and beauty.
There are hundreds of other expressions, phrases, turns of phrases, and even words invented by the Bard. We call upon Shakespeare’s literary genius more often than we probably realize.
Some of Shakespeare’s lesser-known plays, mostly the histories, are brimming with soul-stirring quotes. Although not nearly as popular, these quotes are no less powerful than more famous ones.
Take, for example, this gem from Henry IV, Part I, (Act 5, Scene 4):
The better part of valor is discretion.
Many of these Shakespearean quotations are standalone pearls of wisdom. They are, however, best understood within the historical and literary context in which they occur.
You’ve no doubt heard the quote “To be, or not to be.” In the immediate context of Hamlet, the phrase conveys Hamlet’s mixed feelings about committing suicide. Broadly, however, the quote touches on other thematic elements in the play — the possibility of an afterlife, the injustice of human suffering, the elusiveness of truth, and, directly after he speaks those words, Hamlet’s romantic (or otherwise) feelings towards Ophelia.
Every Shakespeare quote is brimming with meaning and not just the meaning that might occur at a first reading.
We’ve assembled some of the best-known, most-loved, and oft-quoted lines from Shakespeare, organized according to genre and the specific play in which they occur.
Shakespeare Quotes from the Comedies
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
Good without evil is like light without darkness which in turn is like righteousness without hope.
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Love is holy.
My friends were poor, but honest.
A young man married is a man that’s marr’d.
Many a man’s tongue shakes out his master’s undoing.
Excessive grief the enemy to the living.
Good alone, is good without a name, vileness is so
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.
Can one desire too much of a good thing?
I like this place and willingly could waste my time in it.
How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes!
Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind as man’s ingratitude.
True is it that we have seen better days.
Forever and a day.
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
We came into the world like brother and brother,
And now let’s go hand in hand, not one before another.
He that commends me to mine own content
Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
If the skin were parchment and the blows you gave were ink,
Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.
Yet this my comfort: when your words are done,
My woes end likewise with the evening sun.
Our court shall be a little academe,
Still and contemplative in living art.
As painfully to pore upon a book
To seek the light of truth, while truth the while
Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look.
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
The miserable have no other medicine but only hope.
If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?.
The devil can cite scripture for his purpose.
I like not fair terms and a villain’s mind.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano, A stage, where every man must play a part; And mine a sad one.
Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.
I dote on his very absence.
The devil can cite scripture for his purpose.
Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow’d livery of the burnish’d sun.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit.
All that glitters is not gold.
Why, then the world’s mine oyster.
This is the short and the long of it.
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.
As good luck would have it.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
That would hang us, every mother’s son.
I’ll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes.
My heart is true as steel.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
The true beginning of our end.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,=
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.
When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.
I’ll not budge an inch.
There’s small choice in rotten apples.
Nothing comes amiss; so money comes withal.
Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs.
Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.
And thereby hangs a tale.
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I, in a cowslip’s bell I lie.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, rounded with a little sleep.
Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Love sought is good, but giv’n unsought is better.
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound 1
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odor!
Is it a world to hide virtues in?
We will draw the curtain and show you the picture.
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.
He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon ’em.
This is very midsummer madness.
Out of the jaws of death.
They do not love that do not show their love.
That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
To die, is to be banish’d from myself.
You, minion, are too saucy.
Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat.
Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee?
For what I will, I will, and there an end.
What ‘s gone and what’s past help should be past grief.
You pay a great deal too dear for what’s given freely.
A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.
I love a ballad in print o’ life, for then we are sure they are true.
To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.
Shakespeare’s Quotes from The Histories
He will give the devil his due.
The better part of valor is discretion.
So shaken as we are, so wan with care.
In those holy fields
Over whose acres walked those blessed feet
Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail’d
For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Old father antic the law.
If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work.
I know a trick worth two of that.
Play out the play.
Exceedingly well read.
He hath eaten me out of house and home.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
A man can die but once.
I do now remember the poor creature, small beer.
We have heard the chimes at midnight.
Men of few words are the best men.
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention!
Even at the turning o’ the tide.
As cold as any stone.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger:
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start.
Men of few words are the best men.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
You are deceived, my substance is not here.
Fight till the last gasp.
My thoughts are whirled like a potter’s wheel; I know not where I am, nor what I do.
When a world of men
Could not prevail with all their oratory,
Yet hath a woman’s kindness overrul’d.
Unbidden guests are often welcomest when they are gone.
The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.
Small things make base men proud.
True nobility is exempt from fear.
Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o’er, should undo a man?
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Men’s evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.
We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels.
My drops of tears I’ll turn to sparks of fire.
I charge thee, fling away ambition. By that sin fell the angels.
For courage mounteth with occasion.
For new-made honor doth forget men’s names.
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;
For grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
Here I and sorrows sit;
Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
Be great in act, as you have been in thought.
Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words,
Remembers me of his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form
Few love to hear the sins they love to act.
For death remembered should be like a mirror,
Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error
Opinion’s but a fool, that makes us scan the outward habit by the inward man.
Who makes the fairest show means the most deceit.
Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
You may my glories and my state depose,
But not my griefs; still am I king of those.
Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.
No matter where; of comfort no man speak:
Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth
Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men’s lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.
For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.
Mine honor is my life; both grow in one.
Take honor from me, and my life is done.
Each substance of a grief has twenty shadows.
I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe.
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
Off with his head!
An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.
The king’s name is a tower of strength.
The world is grown so bad, that wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
Quotes from Shakespeare’s Tragedies
My salad days, when I was green in judgment.
There ’s beggary in the love that can be reckon’d.
This grief is crowned with consolation.
Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.
Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.
That it shall hold companionship in peace With honor, as in war.
If you have writ your annals true, ’t is there That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I flutter’d your Volscians in Corioli: Alone I did it. Boy!
The game is up.
I have not slept one wink.
As chaste as unsunn’d snow.
It is no act of common passage, but a strain of rareness.
Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.
Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in ‘t.
That it should come to this!
That he is mad, ’tis true. Tis true, ’tis pity,
And pity ’tis ’tis true—a foolish figure,
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so
What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! How infinite in faculty! In form and 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!
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
In my mind’s eye.
A little more than kin, and less than kind.
The play’s the thing wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the king.
And it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
This is the very ecstasy of love.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.
A dish fit for the gods.
Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war.
Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Beware the ides of March.
This was the noblest Roman of them all.
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous
For Brutus is an honorable man; So are they all, all honorable men.
As he was valiant, I honor him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, it seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come.
How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child!
I am a man more sinned against than sinning.
My love’s more richer than my tongue.
Nothing will come of nothing.
Have more than thou showest, speak less than thou knowest, lend less than thou owest.
The worst is not, So long as we can say, ‘This is the worst.’
There’s daggers in men’s smiles.
What’s done is done.
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
I bear a charmed life.
Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness.
Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Out, damned spot! out, I say!
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
More Shakespeare Quotes Resources
- Here Are Shakespeare’s 15 Most Beloved Quotes – This is an assemblage from Time magazine, surveying some of the most-highlighted quotes in Shakespeare’s corpus.
- 34 Of The Most Brilliant Shakespeare Quotes – Buzzfeed, always the master of lists, has their own selection of top Shakespeare quotes.
- Top Shakespeare Quotes – If a quick-and-easy list is to your liking, check out this top ten from ThoughtCo.
- BrainyQuotes William Shakespeare Quotes Collection – Shakespeare quotes with pictures! Even better.