William Shakespeare Sound Quotations

Stay we no longer, dreaming of renown, But sound the trumpets, and about our task

Life is a tale told by an idiot -- full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave! And either victory, or else a grave.

And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound.

My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.

Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.

This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank.Here will we sit, and let the sounds of musicCreep in our ears; soft stillness, and the nightBecome the touches of sweet harmony.

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,Like softest music to attending ears!

I'll forbear; And am fallen out with my more headier will To take the indisposed and sickly fit For the sound man.

Coins always make sound but currency notes are always silent, so when ever your value increases keep yourself calm and silent.

I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!