Othello

“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mockThe meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss,Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger:But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o'erWho dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!”

“For she had eyes and chose me.”

“Men in rage strike those that wish them best.”

“The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.”

“Reputation is an idle and most false imposition, oft got without merit and lost without deserving. You have lost no reputation at all unless you repute yourself such a loser.”

“Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,Is the immediate jewel of their souls:Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing;’twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands;But he that filches from me my good nameRobs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.”

“But I will wear my heart upon my sleeveFor daws to peck at: I am not what I am.”

“I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains.”

“She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used.”

“Tis in ourselves that we are thusor thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the whichour wills are gardeners: so that if we will plantnettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed upthyme, supply it with one gender of herbs, ordistract it with many, either to have it sterilewith idleness, or manured with industry, why, thepower and corrigible authority of this lies in ourwills. If the balance of our lives had not onescale of reason to poise another of sensuality, theblood and baseness of our natures would conduct usto most preposterous conclusions: but we havereason to cool our raging motions, our carnalstings, our unbitted lusts, whereof I take this thatyou call love to be a sect or scion.”

“Men should be what they seem.”

“How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Iago”

“Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.”

“I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.”

“It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.”

“Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.”

“Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.”

“I hold my peace, sir? no;No, I will speak as liberal as the north;Let heaven and men and devils, let them all,All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.”

“And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.”

“If after every tempest come such calms,May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!”

“So will I turn her virtue into pitch,And out of her own goodness make the netThat shall enmesh them all. ”

“I understand a fury in your wordsBut not your words.”

“Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.”

“And what’s he then that says I play the villain?”

“Were I the Moor I would not be Iago.In following him I follow but myself;Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,But seeming so for my peculiar end.For when my outward action doth demonstrateThe native act and figure of my heartIn compliment extern, ’tis not long afterBut I will wear my heart upon my sleeveFor daws to peck at. I am not what I am”

“I pray you, in your letters,When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speakOf one that loved not wisely but too well;Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought,Perplexed in the extreme. . .”

“what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes”

“O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)”

“She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.”

“Virtue? A fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus.”