Shakespearean Quotes

Shakespearean Quote of the day

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?

Men from children nothing differ.

This hand shall never more come near thee with such friendship

Timon: I’ll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.

Timon: Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!

Get you gone, you dwarf, You minimus of hindering knotgrass made, You bead, you acorn!

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey?

If "Frailty, thy name is woman", Frailty must be a man named as 'woman

Death is not the only possible outcome.

An ancient gate, sealed by the powers of Light and Darkness, barred the way to the Pillars beyond. To depart this place and continue my journey, I would have to find the means to open it.