William Shakespeare – Kinksters' Quotes

Brave New Kink World

quotemaster — Sun, 27 Apr 2014 06:00:29 +0000

How many goodly creatures are there here!

How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,

That has such people in ’t!

– Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act 5, Scene 1

All is yours

quotemaster — Tue, 21 Jan 2014 06:00:27 +0000

One half of me is yours, the other half yours,
Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,
And so all yours.

– William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

http://shakespeare.about.com/od/triviaquizzes/a/Shakespeare_Love_Quotes.htm

Spare…

quotemaster — Thu, 16 Jan 2014 06:00:17 +0000

He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.

– William Shakespeare, or perhaps, Seneca

http://quotations.about.com/od/shakespearequotes/a/shakespeare1.-_pD.htm

Fierce!

quotemaster — Fri, 22 Nov 2013 06:00:44 +0000

Though she be but little, she is fierce!

– William Shakespeare

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/101870-though-she-be-but-little-she-is-fierce

Mine honor is my life; both grow in one;

quotemaster — Mon, 25 Feb 2013 09:00:11 +0000

My dear, dear Lord,
The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation; that away
Men are but gilded loan or painted clay…
Mine honor is my life; both grow in one;
Take honor from me, and my life is done.

– William Shakespeare, Richard II
http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/371869-my-dear-dear-lord-the-purest-treasure-mortal-times-afford

What’s past is prologue.

quotemaster — Sat, 26 Jan 2013 09:00:34 +0000

What’s past is prologue.

– William Shakespeare, The Tempest http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/14884-what-s-past-is-prologue

Greatness, from The Twelfth Night

quotemaster — Tue, 11 Dec 2012 09:00:37 +0000

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

– William Shakespeare, words spoken by the character Malvolio while reading a letter from Maria in The Twelfth Night

Sonnet 57

quotemaster — Mon, 30 Jul 2012 09:00:15 +0000

Being your slave what should I do but tend
upon the hours, and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend;
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

– William Shakespeare, Sonnet 57
http://www.shakespeare-online.com/sonnets/57detail.html