"I have no spurTo prick the sides of my intent, but onlyVaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itselfAnd falls on the other."
"...Who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make love known?"
"I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth"
"Screw your courage to the sticking-place"
"Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won"
"Macbeth:If we should fail?Lady Macbeth:We fail?But screw your courage to the sticking place,And we'll not fail."
"Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men and hang up them."
"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."
"This tune goes manly.Come, go we to the King. Our power is ready;Our lack is nothing but our leave. MacbethIs ripe for shaking, and the powers abovePut on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may.The night is long that never finds th"
"The grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break."
"And now about the cauldron singLike elves and fairies in a ring,Enchanting all that you put in."
"Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done."
"Each new mornNew widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrowsStrike heaven on the face, that it resoundsAs if it felt with Scotland, and yelled outLike syllable of dolor."
"Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,Yet Grace must still look so."
"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 taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing."
"Fit to govern? No, not fit to live."
"What's done, is done"
"My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,And nothing is but what is not."
"The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love."
"Nothing in his life became him like leaving it."
"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 foolsThe way to dusty death.- Macbeth Act V, Scene V"
"All causes shall give way: I am in bloodStepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more,Returning were as tedious as go o’er."
"Life is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing"
"it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance"
"The sleeping and the dead are but as pictures. Lady Macbeth"