Quotes on Macbeth Theme

As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).

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

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's 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.

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

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

Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

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

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

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

Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.