William Shakespeare, Othello

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"For she had eyes and chose me."

William Shakespeare, Othello

"Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners."

William Shakespeare, Othello

"I will deny thee nothing: Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, To leave me but a little to myself."

William Shakespeare, Othello

"Were I the Moor I would not be Iago.In following him I follow but myself;Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,But seeming so for my peculiar end.For when my outward action doth demonstrateThe native act and figure of my heartIn compliment extern, ’tis not long afterBut I will wear my heart upon my sleeveFor daws to peck at. I am not what I am"

William Shakespeare, Othello

"As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily wound. There is more sense in that than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false imposition, oft got without merit and lost without deserving."

William Shakespeare, Othello

"Have not we affections and desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?"

William Shakespeare, Othello

"Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,Is the immediate jewel of their souls:Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing;’twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands;But he that filches from me my good nameRobs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed."

William Shakespeare, Othello

"The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief."

William Shakespeare, Othello

"...speak to me as to thy thinkingAs thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughtsThe worst of words..."

William Shakespeare, Othello

"My particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself."

William Shakespeare, Othello

"Men should be what they seem."

William Shakespeare, Othello

"Poor and content is rich, and rich enough;But riches fineless is as poor as winterTo him that ever fears he shall be poor;–Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defendFrom jealousy!"

William Shakespeare, Othello

"Men in rage strike those that wish them best."

William Shakespeare, Othello

"I understand a fury in your wordsBut not your words."

William Shakespeare, Othello

"For your sake, jewel,I am glad at soul I have no other child;For thy escape would teach me tyranny,To hang clogs on them."

William Shakespeare, Othello

"Not I; I must be found;My parts, my title, and my perfect soul,Shall manifest me rightly."

William Shakespeare, Othello

"She gave me for my pains a world of sighs."

William Shakespeare, Othello

"O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)"

William Shakespeare, Othello

"My noble father,I do perceive here a divided duty.To you I am bound for life and education.My life and education both do learn meHow to respect you. You are the lord of my duty,I am hitherto your daughter. But here’s my husband,And so much duty as my mother showedTo you, preferring you before her father,So much I challenge that I may professDue to the Moor my lord."

William Shakespeare, Othello

"O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mockThe meat it feeds on."

William Shakespeare, Othello

"O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mockThe meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss,Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger:But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o'erWho dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!(Act 3, scene 3, 165–171)"

William Shakespeare, Othello

"Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ."

William Shakespeare, Othello

"O ill-starred wench! Pale as your smock!"

William Shakespeare, Othello

"My story being done,She gave me for my pains a world of sighs:She swore,––in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange;'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful:She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'dThat heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me,And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her,I should but teach him how to tell my story.And that would woo her."

William Shakespeare, Othello

"DESDEMONA: I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.OTHELLO: Oh, ay, as summer flies are in the shambles,That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed,Who art so lovely fair and smell’st so sweetThat the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born!DESDEMONA: Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?OTHELLO: Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,Made to write “whore” upon?"

William Shakespeare, Othello