Parting is such a sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Goodnight Quotes

The venom clamors of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

The venom clamors of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

The wheel is come full circle.

The wheel is come full circle.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's...

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's...

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not...

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not...

Everything that gristles is not gold.

Everything that gristles is not gold.

The saying is true, The empty vessel makes the greatest sound

The saying is true, The empty vessel makes the greatest sound

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged a fire sparkling...

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged a fire sparkling...

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York;...

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York;...

When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,And ask of thee forgiveness.

When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,And ask of thee forgiveness.

Action is eloquence.

Action is eloquence.

Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.

Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.

Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; let us be jocund

Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; let us be jocund

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads...

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads...

She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty; How love...

She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty; How love...

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling...

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling...

Tidings do I bring, and lucky joys, And golden times, and happy news of price

Tidings do I bring, and lucky joys, And golden times, and happy news of price

Past and to come seems best; things present worst

Past and to come seems best; things present worst

Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still,...

Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still,...

It takes less time to do a thing right than it does to explain why...

It takes less time to do a thing right than it does to explain why...