Quotes on Lady Macbeth

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

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise, And nothing is but what is not.

I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh!

Or art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.

Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.

My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.

To beguile the time, look like the time.

Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.

Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.