Famous Love Quotes - Our inspirational quotes

Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.

The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements.

Thou said'st--O, it comes o'er my memory As doth the raven o'er the infected house, Boding to all!--He had my handkerchief.

Did ever raven sing so like a lark That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise?

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, Meeting the check of such another day; And since this business so fair is done, Let us not leave till all our own be won.

Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, And welcome home again discarded faith.

My desolation does begin to make A better life.

If thou dost slander her and torture me, Never pray more; abandon all remorse; On horror's head horrors accumulate; Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed; For nothing canst thou to damnation add Greater than that.

What then? What rests? Try what repentance can. What can it not? Yet what can it when one cannot repent? O wretched state? O bosom black as death! O limed soul, that struggling to be free Art more engaged!

Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking. I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent.

Under your good correction, I have seen When, after execution, judgment hath Repented o'er his doom.

That it may please you leave these sad designs To him that hath most cause to be a mourner, And presently repair to Crosby House; Where--after I have solemnly interred At Chertsey monast'ry with noble king-- And wet his grave with my repentant tears-- I will with all expedient duty see you.

I have offended reputation, A most unnoble swerving.

I see my reputation is at stake; My fame is shrewdly gored.

O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation, Iago, my reputation!

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit and lost without deserving.

My dear dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation. That away, Man are but gilded loam or painted clay.

Thy deathbed is no lesser than thy land, Wherein thou liest in reputation sick; And thou, too careless patient as thou art, Committ'st thy anointed body to the cure Of those physicians that first wounded thee.

If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you'd best teach it to dance.

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.