In time we hate that which we often fear.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEAREGo wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.
More William Shakespeare Quotes
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Men at some time are masters of their fates.
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The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
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You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.
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Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
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Tears water our growth.
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The instruments of darkness tell us truths.
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Listen to many, speak to a few.
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Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
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Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.
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God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.
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Don’t waste your love on somebody, who doesn’t value it.
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We know what we are, but not what we may be.
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You speak an infinite deal of nothing.
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One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.
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Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.
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What’s done cannot be undone.
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Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.
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If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
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Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
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Have more than you show, Speak less than you know.
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Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
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Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.
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Grief makes one hour ten.
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These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume.
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There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
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