William Shakespeare Tragedy Quotes & Sayings

I profess myself an enemy to all other joys, which the most precious square of sense possesses, and find I am alone felicitate in your dear highness love. — William Shakespeare

Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter; dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty, beyond waht can be valued, rich or rare; no less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honor; as much as child e'er loved, or father found; a love that makes breath poor, and speech unable; beyond all manner of so much I love you. — William Shakespeare

PROLOGUE:
For us and for our tragedy,
Here stooping to your clemency,
We beg your hearing patiently.
HAMLET:
Is this a prologue or the posy of a ring? — William Shakespeare

Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark. — William Shakespeare

O honorable strumpet — William Shakespeare

If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, he's mine or I am his. — William Shakespeare

It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge. — William Shakespeare

Had he not resembled My father as he slept I had done't!
Macbeth — William Shakespeare

The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, tragical-comical-historical-pastoral, scene individable, or poem unlimited. Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the liberty, these are the only men.
Polonius — William Shakespeare

So our virtues
Lie in the interpretation of the time:
And power, unto itself most commendable,
Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair
To extol what it hath done.
One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;
Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. — William Shakespeare

Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. — William Shakespeare

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity. — William Shakespeare

The essence of Macbeth is seeing a great and intelligent man succumb to the forces of darkness. What gives the tragedy — William Shakespeare

The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love. — William Shakespeare

I cannot heave my heart into my mouth. I love your majesty according to my bond; no more no less. — William Shakespeare

Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; nor are those empty-hearted whose low sounds reverb no hollowness. — William Shakespeare

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends. — William Shakespeare

Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day. — William Shakespeare

Each new morn
New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows
Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
As if it felt with Scotland, and yelled out
Like syllable of dolor. — William Shakespeare

It is a pity that the great dramatist did not select from Plutarch's works some hero who took the side of the people, some Agis or Cleomenes, or, better yet, one of the Gracchi. What a tragedy he might have based on the life of Tiberius, the friend of the people and the martyr in their cause! But the spirit which guided Schiller in the choice of William Tell for a hero was a stranger to Shakespeare's heart, and its promptings would have met with no response there. — William Shakespeare

Unsex me here and fill me from crown to toe full of direst cruelty That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose. Macbeth — William Shakespeare

She gave me for my pains a world of sighs. — William Shakespeare

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. — William Shakespeare

For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo. — William Shakespeare

Nothing in his life became him like leaving it. — William Shakespeare

I despised my arrival on this earth and I despise my departure; it is a tragedy. — William Shakespeare

How now! Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
Lady Macbeth — William Shakespeare

Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
O hateful error, Melancholy's child,
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O Error, soon concieved,
Thou never com'st unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engendered thee. — William Shakespeare

Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
Is by a forged process of my death
Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting thy father's life
Now wears his crown. — William Shakespeare