Shakespearean Insult Quotes & Sayings

A person tied to the world of sorrows can return to nature for inspiration. Nature provides solace to troubled hearts. — Kilroy J. Oldster

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

Come, thou tortoise! — William Shakespeare

This hand shall never more come near thee with such friendship — William Shakespeare

Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness! — William Shakespeare

Walk with me, but don't follow me blindly. Hold fast to the truth, not to my garments. My body is merely a clay structure; today it is here, tomorrow it shall be gone. If you attach yourself to me today, what are you going to do tomorrow when I am not with you? Attach yourself to God, attach yourself to humanity, only then will you be closer to me. — Peace Pilgrim

Men from children nothing differ. — William Shakespeare

Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows. — William Shakespeare

The world has a lot to offer. There's a lot to explore. I like to take advantage of that. — Chloe Neill

Timon: I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands. — William Shakespeare

Timon: Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon! — William Shakespeare

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

That's what happens when you love someone ... you notice and notice and notice. — Cinda Williams Chima

As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed
With raven's feather from unwholesom fen
Drop on you both! A southwest blow on ye
And blister you all o'er! — William Shakespeare

We're supposed to be an entrepreneurial company; we're meant to be expanding and looking for opportunities - but the minute you do it, you get your head bashed in. — Gerry Harvey

Pleasure and guilt are synonymous terms in the language of the monks, and they discovered, by experience, that rigid fasts, and abstemious diet, are the most effectual preservatives against the impure desires of the flesh. — Edward Gibbon

Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam — William Shakespeare

For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps,
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins
Shall forth at vast of night that they may work
All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched
As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made 'em. — William Shakespeare