Shakespeare Macbeth Quotes

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By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
What's done cannot be undone.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make love known?
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Come what come may, time and the hour run through the roughest day.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
O, full of scorpions is my mind!
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
All causes shall give way: I am in blood Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o’er.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
So fair and foul a day I have not seen.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
What, you egg?
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still look so.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
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.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
What's done, is done
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Blood will have blood.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
And nothing is, but what is not.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
If you can look into the seeds of time And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak, then, to me, who neither beg nor fear Your favors nor your hate.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
If we should fail? Lady Macbeth: We fail? But screw your courage to the sticking place, And we'll not fail.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth: Playgoer's Edition (ARDEN SHAKESPEARE PLAYGOER'S EDITION))
Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts! Unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top full Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry "Hold, hold!
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
How does your patient, doctor? Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest. Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon her heart. Doctor: Therein the patient must minister to himself.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Be bloody bold and resolute.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Out, damned spot! out, I say!—One, two; why, then ‘tis time to do’t.—Hell is murky!—Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?—Yet who would have thought the old man to have so much blood in him? The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now?—What, will these hands ne’er be clean?—No more o’that, my lord, no more o’that: you mar all with this starting. Here’s the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh!
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
There is nothing serious in Mortality
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
What, you egg? [stabs him]
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.
William Shakespeare
The grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep, - the innocent sleep; Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
I go and it is done. The bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven or to hell.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Sometimes when we are labeled, when we are branded our brand becomes our calling.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Something wicked this way comes
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
A little water clears us of this deed.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Let every man be master of his time.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Screw your courage to the sticking place and we will not fail.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Still it cried ‘Sleep no more!’ to all the house: ‘Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,—Macbeth shall sleep no more!
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
But tis strange: And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the Instruments of Darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray's in deepest consequence.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
I have supped full with horrors.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Innocent sleep. Sleep that soothes away all our worries. Sleep that puts each day to rest. Sleep that relieves the weary laborer and heals hurt minds. Sleep, the main course in life's feast, and the most nourishing.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of the perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart? DOCTOR: Therein the patient Must minister to himself.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
But screw your courage to the sticking place, and we'll not fail.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
thou art the best o' the cut-throats
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Alas, poor country, almost afraid to know itself! It cannot be called our mother, but our grave.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Naught's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content. 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Away and mark the time with fairest show, False face must hide what false heart doth know.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
I am settled, and bend up each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
So well thy words become thee as thy wounds, They smack of honor both.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise, And nothing is but what is not.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Macbeth does murder sleep - the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Infected minds to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men and hang up them.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
In The Gulag Archipelago, for example, Alexander Solzhenitsyn remarks that Shakespeare’s evildoers, Macbeth notably among them, stop short at a mere dozen corpses because they have no ideology.
Theodore Dalrymple (Our Culture, What's Left Of It)
It will rain tonight. First Murderer: Let it come down.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough!
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
What, you egg? / [He stabs him.]
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
غداً، وغداً، وغداً، وكل غد يزحف بهذه الخطى الحقيرة يوماً إثر يوم حتى المقطع الأخير من الزمن المكتوب، وإذا كل أماسينا قد أنارت للحمقى المساكين الطريق إلى الموت والتراب، ألا انطفئي، يا شمعةوجيزة! ما الحياة إلا ظل يمشي، ممثل مسكين يتبختر ويستشيط ساعته على المسرح، ثم لا يسمعه أحد: إنها حكاية يحكيها معتوه، ملؤها الصخب والعنف، ولا تعنى أى شىء
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Macbeth's self-justifications were feeble – and his conscience devoured him. Yes, even Iago was a little lamb, too. The imagination and spiritual strength of Shakespeare's evildoers stopped short at a dozen corpses. Ideology—that is what gives evildoing its long-sought justification and gives the evildoer the necessary steadfastness and determination. That is the social theory which helps to make his acts seem good instead of bad in his own and others' eyes, so that he won't hear reproaches and curses but will receive praise and honors. That was how the agents of the Inquisition fortified their wills: by invoking Christianity; the conquerors of foreign lands, by extolling the grandeur of their Motherland; the colonizers, by civilization; the Nazis, by race; and the Jacobins (early and late), by equality, brotherhood, and the happiness of future generations.... Without evildoers there would have been no Archipelago.
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn (The Gulag Archipelago 1918–1956 (Abridged))
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
When they had been deciding what to call their company all those years ago, Marx had argued for calling it Tomorrow Games, a name Sam and Sadie instantly rejected as "too soft." Marx explained that the name referenced his favorite speech in Shakespeare, and that it wasn't soft at all. "Do you have any ideas that aren't from Shakespeare?" Sadie said. To make his case, Marx jumped up on a kitchen chair and recited the "Tomorrow" speech for them, which he knew by heart: Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. "That's bleak," Sadie said. "Why start a game company? Let's go kill ourselves," Sam joked. "Also," Sadie said, "What does any of that have to do with games?" "Isn't it obvious?" Marx said. It was not obvious to Sam or to Sadie. "What is a game?" Marx said. "It's tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. It's the possibility of infinite rebirth, infinite redemption. The idea that if you keep playing, you could win. No loss is permanent, because nothing is permanent, ever." "Nice try, handsome," Sadie said. "Next.
Gabrielle Zevin (Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow)
Those he commands move only in command, Nothing in love: now does he feel his title Hang loose about him, like a giant’s robe Upon a dwarfish thief
William Shakespeare
I 'gin to be aweary of the sun, And wish th' estate o' th' world were now undone.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
o, never shall sun that morrow see
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Like the poor cat i' the adage?
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Mañana, y mañana, y mañana se arrastra con paso mezquino día tras día hasta la sílaba final del tiempo escrito, y la luz de todo nuestro ayer guió a los bobos hacia el polvo de la muerte. ¡Apágate, apágate breve llama! La vida es una sombra que camina, un pobre actor que en escena se arrebata y contonea y nunca más se le oye. Es un cuento que cuenta un idiota, lleno de ruido y de furia, que no significa nada.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Who can be wise, amazed, temp'rate, and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
The expedition of my violent love outrun the pauser, reason.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
When shall we three meet again, in thunder, lightning, or in rain?
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! 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.” “My hands are of your colour; but I shame to wear a heart so white. A little water clears us of this deed: How easy it is then! Your constancy hath left you unattended.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
I have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool’d to hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were in’t: I have supt full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, cannot once start me.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Lear, Macbeth. Mercutio – they live on their own as it were. The newspapers are full of them, if we were only the Shakespeares to see it. Have you ever been in a Police Court? Have you ever watched tradesmen behind their counters? My soul, the secrets walking in the streets! You jostle them at every corner. There's a Polonius in every first-class railway carriage, and as many Juliets as there are boarding-schools. ... How inexhaustibly rich everything is, if you only stick to life.
Walter de la Mare (The Return)
Ela teria de morrer, mais cedo ou mais tarde. Morta. Mais tarde haveria um tempo para essa palavra. Amanhã, e amanhã, e ainda outro amanhã arrastam-se nessa passada trivial do dia para a noite, da noite para o dia, até a última sílaba do registro dos tempos. E todos os nossos ontens não fizeram mais que iluminar para os tolos o caminho que leva ao pó da morte. Apaga-te, apaga-te, chama breve! A vida não passa de uma sombra que caminha, um pobre ator que se pavoneia e se aflige sobre o palco - faz isso por uma hora e, depois, não se escuta mais sua voz. É uma história contada por um idiota, cheia de som e fúria e vazia de significado.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined. Harpier cries ’Tis time, ’tis time. Round about the cauldron go; In the poison’d entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights has thirty-one Swelter’d venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting, Lizard’s leg and owlet’s wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches’ mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digg’d i’ the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew Silver’d in the moon’s eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar’s lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-deliver’d by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare (baptised 26 April 1564 – died 23 April 1616) was an English poet and playwright, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet and the "Bard of Avon" (or simply "The Bard"). His surviving works consist of 38 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and several other poems. His plays have been translated into every major living language, and are performed more often than those of any other playwright. Shakespeare was born and raised in Stratford-upon-Avon. At the age of 18 he married Anne Hathaway, who bore him three children: Susanna, and twins Hamnet and Judith. Between 1585 and 1592 he began a successful career in London as an actor, writer, and part owner of the playing company the Lord Chamberlain's Men, later known as the King's Men. He appears to have retired to Stratford around 1613, where he died three years later. Few records of Shakespeare's private life survive, and there has been considerable speculation about such matters as his sexuality, religious beliefs, and whether the works attributed to him were written by others. Shakespeare produced most of his known work between 1590 and 1613. His early plays were mainly comedies and histories, genres he raised to the peak of sophistication and artistry by the end of the sixteenth century. Next he wrote mainly tragedies until about 1608, including Hamlet, King Lear, and Macbeth, considered some of the finest examples in the English language. In his last phase, he wrote tragicomedies, also known as romances, and collaborated with other playwrights. Many of his plays were published in editions of varying quality and accuracy during his lifetime, and in 1623 two of his former theatrical colleagues published the First Folio, a collected edition of his dramatic works that included all but two of the plays now recognised as Shakespeare's. Shakespeare was a respected poet and playwright in his own day, but his reputation did not rise to its present heights until the nineteenth century. The Romantics, in particular, acclaimed Shakespeare's genius, and the Victorians hero-worshipped Shakespeare with a reverence that George Bernard Shaw called "bardolatry". In the twentieth century, his work was repeatedly adopted and rediscovered by new movements in scholarship and performance. His plays remain highly popular today and are consistently performed and reinterpreted in diverse cultural and political contexts throughout the world. Source: Wikipedia
William Shakespeare (Romeo and Juliet)