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.
Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares. William Shakespeare
Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares.
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.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love. William Shakespeare
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for 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.
Life ... is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. William Shakespeare
Life ... is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
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.
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. William Shakespeare
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.
It is neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so. William Shakespeare
It is neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so.
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.
There's place and means for every man alive. William Shakespeare
There's place and means for every man alive.
One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die. William Shakespeare
One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.
