O louco, o amoroso e o poeta estão recheados de imaginação.

William Shakespeare, Sonho de uma noite de verão

Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.

William Shakespeare, Hamlet

Nothing can come of nothing: speak again.

William Shakespeare 

Doubt thou the stars are fire;

Doubt that the sun doth move;

Doubt truth to be a liar;

But never doubt I love.

William Shakespeare, Hamlet

I could write the beauty of your eyes,

And in fresh numbers number all your graces,

The age to come would say, “This poet lies:

Such heav’nly touches ne’er touch’d earthly faces.

William Shakespeare, Sonnet 17

"He hath given his empire
Up to a whore."

William Shakespeare

Caesar from "Antony and Cleopatra" (III, vi, 66-67)

Sonnet 55

William Shakespeare

Benvolio: Romeo, away, be gone!
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
Stand not amaz'd, the Prince will doom thee death
If thou art taken. Hence be gone, away!

Romeo: O, I am fortune's fool!

William Shakespeare

 "Romeo and Juliet" Act 3, scene 1, 132–136

Maria: Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get him to pray.

Malvolio: My prayers, minx!

Maria: No; I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.

Malvolio: Go hang yourselves all! You are idle shallow things, I am not of your element. You shall know more hereafter. [Exit]

Sir Toby: Is't possible?

Fabian: If this were play'd upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

William Shakespeare
from "Twelfth Night" Act 3, scene 4, 118–128

Romeo and Juliet

Act 2, Scene 2

JULIET

Romeo!

ROMEO

My dear?

JULIET

At what o'clock to-morrow

Shall I send to thee?

ROMEO

At the hour of nine.

JULIET

I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.

I have forgot why I did call thee back.

ROMEO

Let me stand here till thou remember it.

JULIET

I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,

Remembering how I love thy company.

ROMEO

And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,

Forgetting any other home but this.

JULIET

'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:

And yet no further than a wanton's bird;

Who lets it hop a little from her hand,

Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,

And with a silk thread plucks it back again,

So loving-jealous of his liberty.

ROMEO

I would I were thy bird.

JULIET

Sweet, so would I:

Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.

Good night, good night! parting is such

sweet sorrow,

That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

"Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart."

William Shakespeare,  "Troilus and Cressida"

“Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is!

William Shakespeare
 Romeo and Juliet (Act 1, scene 1)

Time is very slow for those who wait
Very fast for those who are scared
very long for those who lament
Very short for those who celebrate
But for those who love time is eternal

William Shakespeare

Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove.

William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

In winter with warm tears I’ll melt the snow

And keep eternal spring-time on thy face.

William Shakespeare ,Titus Andronicus; Act 3, Scene 1

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together:

Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care;

Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather;

Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare.

William Shakespeare

The Passionate Pilgrim -  Sonnet 12

"You have witchcraft in your lips."

William Shakespeare

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”

William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

King Lear, Act V, Scene 3 de William Shakespeare.

King Lear:

No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison:

We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage:

When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,

And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live,

And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh

At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues

Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,

Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out;

And take upon's the mystery of things,

As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out,

In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones,

That ebb and flow by the moon.