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

Iago, Act 2, Scene 3, Othello ~ William Shakespeare

When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak
Of one that loved not wisely, but too well;
Of one, not easily jealous, but being wrought
Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand,
Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe

Othello, Act 5, Scene 2, Othello ~ William Shakespeare

OTHELLO: She's like a liar gone to burning hell,
'Twas I that killed her.
EMILIA: O the more angel she,
And you the blacker devil.
OTHELLO: She turned to folly; and she was a whore.
EMILIA: Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil.
OTHELLO: She was false as water.
EMILIA: Thou art rash as fire, to say
That she was false. O she was heavenly true.

Act 5, Scene 2, Othello ~ William Shakespeare

They are not jealous for the cause,
But jealous for they're are jealous. It is a monster
Begot upon itself, born on itself.

Emilia, Act 3, Scene 4, Othello ~ William Shakespeare

I should be wise, for honesty's a fool,
and loses what it works for.

Iago, Act 3, Scene 3, Othello ~ William Shakespeare

I had been happy, if the general camp,
Pioners and all, had tasted her sweet body,
So I had nothing known.

Othello, Act 3, Scene 3, Othello ~ William Shakespeare

O beware my lord of jealousy;
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss
Who certain of his fate loves not his wronger,
But O, what damned minutes tells he o'ver
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet fondly loves.

Iago, Act 3, Scene 3, Othello ~ William Shakespeare

Men should be what they seem;
Or those that be not, would they might seem none.

Iago, Act 3, Scene 3, Othello ~ William Shakespeare

Perdition catch my soul.
But I do love thee; and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.

Othello, Act 3, Scene 3, Othello ~ William Shakespeare

Polonius: What do you read, my lord?
Hamlet: Words, words, words.

Hamlet ~ William Shakespeare

Tut, I have lost myself, I am not here.
This is not Romeo, he is some other where.

Romeo, Romeo and Juliet ~ William Shakespeare

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
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.

Macbeth, Act V, Scene V, Macbeth ~ William Shakespeare

When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies,

Sonnet 138 ~ William Shakespeare