I must be cruel only to be kind

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Kindness Quotes

Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.

Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft where most it promises; and oft it hits where...

Oft expectation fails, and most oft where most it promises; and oft it hits where...

No profit grows where there is no pleasure taken

No profit grows where there is no pleasure taken

Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?

Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?

So our virtues Lie in the interpretation of the time

So our virtues Lie in the interpretation of the time

For a quart of Ale is a meal for a King.

For a quart of Ale is a meal for a King.

Grief makes one hour ten

Grief makes one hour ten

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players.

All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players.

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be...

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be...

When beggars die there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death...

When beggars die there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death...

I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind

I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind

The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.

The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.

Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in...

Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in...

I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.

I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house...

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house...

Love is a hole in the heart.

Love is a hole in the heart.

Can there be a love which does not make demands on its object?

Can there be a love which does not make demands on its object?