Mackbeth quotes

Macbeth Quotes

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 “By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.”
― William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

 “To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
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 tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

 “Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

“Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

 “What's done cannot be undone.”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

 “Life ... is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

“Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it.”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

 “Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

 “I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

 “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 tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

 “Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

“I am in blood
Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

 “Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

 “it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

 “Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts! Unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top full
Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry "Hold, hold!”
--William Shakespeare,,

               

“Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

 “Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

 “Come what come may, time and the hour run through the roughest day.”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

 “Out, damned spot! out, I say!”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

 “So fair and foul a day i had not seen.”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

“I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on the other.”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

“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.”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

 “My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

 “O, full of scorpions is my mind!”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

“Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep, - the innocent sleep;
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

 “Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
Yet Grace must still look so.”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

 “The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

“What's done, is done”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth

 “If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not ...”
--William Shakespeare,, Macbeth