William Shаkеѕреаrе (26 Aрril 1564 – 23 April 1616) was аn English poet, рlауwright, аnd actor, widely rеgаrdеd as thе grеаtеѕt writеr in thе Engliѕh lаnguаgе and thе world's рrе-еminеnt dramati...
William Shakespeare Tragedy
The object of Art is to give life a shape. William Shakespeare
The object of Art is to give life a shape.
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. William Shakespeare
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
It is neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so. William Shakespeare
It is neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so.
There's place and means for every man alive. William Shakespeare
There's place and means for every man alive.
A friend is someone that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently, allows you to grow. William Shakespeare
A friend is someone that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently, allows you to grow.
There are parts of Jobs life and personality that are extremely messy, and that's the truth. William Shakespeare
There are parts of Jobs life and personality that are extremely messy, and that's the truth.
I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. William Shakespeare
I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. William Shakespeare
Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none William Shakespeare
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none
I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum. William Shakespeare
I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love. William Shakespeare
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. William Shakespeare
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.