Twelfth Night Quotes
Twelfth Night
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William Shakespeare157,670 ratings, 3.98 average rating, 3,858 reviews
Twelfth Night Quotes
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“Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.”
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― Twelfth Night
“If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.”
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Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.”
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“Some are born great, others achieve greatness.”
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― Twelfth Night
“Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.”
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― Twelfth Night
“If music be the food of love, play on.”
― Twelfth Night
― Twelfth Night
“Journeys end in lovers meeting.”
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― Twelfth Night
“a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief”
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― Twelfth Night
“Love sought is good, but giv'n unsought is better.”
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― Twelfth Night
“I say there is no darkness but ignorance.”
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― Twelfth Night
“Olivia: How does he love me?
Viola: With adoration, with fertile tears,
With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.”
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Viola: With adoration, with fertile tears,
With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.”
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“She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in thought; and, with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed our shows are more than will; for we still prove much in our vows but little in our love.”
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― Twelfth Night
“In nature there's no blemish but the mind.
None can be called deformed but the unkind.”
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None can be called deformed but the unkind.”
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“Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.”
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― Twelfth Night
“I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.”
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― Twelfth Night
“Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.”
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― Twelfth Night
“This fellow is wise enough to play the fool;
And to do that well craves a kind of wit:
He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
The quality of persons, and the time,
And, like the haggard, check at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practise
As full of labour as a wise man's art
For folly that he wisely shows is fit;
But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.”
― Twelfth Night
And to do that well craves a kind of wit:
He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
The quality of persons, and the time,
And, like the haggard, check at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practise
As full of labour as a wise man's art
For folly that he wisely shows is fit;
But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.”
― Twelfth Night
“Come away, come away, Death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath,
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it!
My part of death no one so true did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strewn:
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.
A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where
Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!”
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And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath,
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it!
My part of death no one so true did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strewn:
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.
A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where
Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!”
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“Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you?
Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.”
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Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.”
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“Conceal me what I am, and be my aid for such disguise as haply shall become the form of my intent.”
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― Twelfth Night
“Clown: Good Madonna, why mournest thou?
Olivia: Good Fool, for my brother's death.
Clown:I think his soul is in hell, Madonna.
Olivia:I know his soul is in heaven, Fool.
Clown: The more fool, Madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven.”
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Olivia: Good Fool, for my brother's death.
Clown:I think his soul is in hell, Madonna.
Olivia:I know his soul is in heaven, Fool.
Clown: The more fool, Madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven.”
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“But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds [vows] disgraced them."
Viola: "Thy reason, man?"
Feste: "Troth [Truthfully], sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I am loathe to prove reason with them.”
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Viola: "Thy reason, man?"
Feste: "Troth [Truthfully], sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I am loathe to prove reason with them.”
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“Be not afraid of greatness.”
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― Twelfth Night
“Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.”
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― Twelfth Night
“Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?”
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― Twelfth Night
“For what says Quinapalus? Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.”
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― Twelfth Night
“Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy.”
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If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy.”
― Twelfth Night