William Shakespeare Tale Quotations

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.

This act is an ancient tale new told; And, in the last repeating, troublesome, Being urged at a time unseasonable.

A sad tale's best for winter. I have one of sprites and goblins.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry where most she satisfies.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy

I could a tale unfold whose lightest wordWould harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres.

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

Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man

Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale