It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Astrology Quotes, Destiny Quotes

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid...

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid...

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the...

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the...

I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.

I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.

Every cloud engenders not a storm

Every cloud engenders not a storm

Love is supposed to start with bells ringing and go downhill from there. But it...

Love is supposed to start with bells ringing and go downhill from there. But it...

Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.

Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.

He that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends.

He that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends.

He that dies pays all debts

He that dies pays all debts

Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.

Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.

If music be the food of love, play on.

If music be the food of love, play on.

To do a great right do a little wrong.

To do a great right do a little wrong.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the...

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the...

Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste

Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.

It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.

It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.

Why this is very midsummer madness.

Why this is very midsummer madness.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy.

There is absolutely nothing to be said in favour of growing old. There ought to...

There is absolutely nothing to be said in favour of growing old. There ought to...

He who has not the spirit of this age, has all the misery of it.

He who has not the spirit of this age, has all the misery of it.

I like children - fried.

I like children - fried.