Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Joy Quotes, Silence Quotes

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her...

Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her...

What is past is prologue.

What is past is prologue.

Do not tell me, for I've heard it all, there is too much to do...

Do not tell me, for I've heard it all, there is too much to do...

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...

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

This is very midsummer madness

This is very midsummer madness

You have too much respect upon the world: They lose it that do buy it...

You have too much respect upon the world: They lose it that do buy it...

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

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

Take heed, be wary how you place your words;Talk like the vulgar sort of market...

Take heed, be wary how you place your words;Talk like the vulgar sort of market...

Two women placed together makes cold weather.

Two women placed together makes cold weather.

I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere,...

I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere,...

His (Cardinal ) own opinion was his law

His (Cardinal ) own opinion was his law

To be or not to be: that is the question.

To be or not to be: that is the question.

How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face

How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows

Grief and greed are as inextricably entwined as love and marriage should be.

Grief and greed are as inextricably entwined as love and marriage should be.

It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made...

It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made...