Zitat des Tages von William Shakespeare:
This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is 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.
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
They say miracles are past.
If music be the food of love, play on.
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.
Men's vows are women's traitors!
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
I give unto my wife my second best bed with the furniture.
Women may fall when there's no strength in men.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
There's many a man has more hair than wit.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
My pride fell with my fortunes.
O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.
Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
This above all; to thine own self be true.