William Shakespeare Heart Quotations

He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.

Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.

Knit your hearts with an unslipping knot.

Faint heart never won fair maid.

My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.

That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave, Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure.

Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do till you require.

What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours.

Beshrew the heart that makes my heart to groan.

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be? ...

Ah me, how weak a thing The heart of woman is!

My heart laments that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation.

How easy it is for the proper-false in woman's waxen hearts to set their forms!

The heart hath treble wrong When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue.

Bow, stubborn knees, and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe. All many be well.

A good heart 'is worth gold.

All offences come from the heart.

Weep I cannot; But my heart bleeds.

And mind, with my heart in't; and now farewell Till half an hour hence.

Villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption; Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man; Snakes in my heart-blood warm'd, that sing my heart; Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas.

O constancy, be strong upon my side, Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.

Obey thy parents, keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array. * * * Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy pen from lenders' books.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

O England! Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a might heart.

For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving.

O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!

Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.

Be collected. No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart There's no harm done.

The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape, In forms imaginary, th' unguided days And rotten times that you shall look upon When I am sleeping with my ancestors.

Myself will straight aboard, and to the state This heavy act with heavy heart relate.

Hadst thou no poison mixed, no sharp-ground knife, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, But 'banished' to kill me--'banished'? O friar, the damned use that word in hell; Howling attends it! How hast thou the heart, Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, A sin-absolver, and my friend professed, To mangle me with that word 'banished'?

To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.

The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand.

I cannot, nor I will not hold me still; My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.

O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel (Who had no doubt some noble creature in her) Dashed all to pieces! O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished!

Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engend'red in the eyes, With gazing fed, and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies.

How many cowards whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars, Who inward searched, have livers white as milk!

Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.

When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress.

For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas

A merry heart goes all the way, - A sad one tires inan hour.

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

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

A good heart is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes.

O horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee!

No villainous bounty yet hath passed my heart; Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given.

Watch tonight, pray tomorrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you!

Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his tears pure messengers sent from his heart; his heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth

For by his face straight shall you know his heart.

His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.

Her virtues, graced with external gifts, Do breed love's settled passions in my heart; And like as rigour of tempestuous gusts Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide, So am I driven by breath of her renown Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive Where I may have fruition of her love.

My crown is in my heart, not on my head.

Blessings of your heart, you brew good ale.

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; But yet you draw not iron, for my heart Is true as steel: leave you your power to draw, And I shall have no power to follow you.

Sweet love! Sweet lines! Sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn

By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love

The head is not more native to the heart.

God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one.

My heart is ever at your service.

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!

Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service

Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.

What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say

A thousand kisses buys my heart from me; And pay them at thy leisure, one by one.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.

O serpent heart hid with a flowering face! Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.

My crown is in my heart, not on my head; not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, nor to be seen: my crown is called content, a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.

I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound'.

You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness!

My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse.

I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at.

I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart?

Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love. Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues. Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.

Can I go forward when my heart is here?

O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts. Possess them not with fear.

Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.

I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear

Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip The anvil of my sword, and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, I loved the maid I married; never man Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.

And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.

What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.” “My hands are of your colour; but I shame to wear a heart so white. A little water clears us of this deed: How easy it is then! Your constancy hath left you unattended.

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 demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, ’tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. I am not what I am

Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.

DON PEDRO Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick. BEATRICE Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and I gave him use for it, a double heart for his single one: marry, once before he won it of me with false dice, therefore your grace may well say I have lost it. DON PEDRO You have put him down, lady, you have put him down. BEATRICE So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools.

The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.

Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face for all occasions

He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.

My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.

As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).

By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it save I alone.

For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.