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I sometimes have these spells of compulsive truth. But as Lady Macbeth would say, "The fit is momentary."
Sep 17, 2025
Maybe because Im a nice and sweet person in life, I like the darker roles. The really dark one is Lady Macbeth.
To beguile the time, look like the time.
To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.
I'd make a wonderful Lady Macbeth. I'll wear a pair of platform shoes or something.
Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.
Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.
I'm either the witch or Lady Macbeth of English politics, but someone gotta wear the pants in England when others wearing kilts
I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people.
To mankind in general Macbeth and Lady Macbeth stand out as the supreme type of all that a host and hostess should not be.
Focus on guilt will always breed fear, and focus on innocence will always breed love. Any time we project guilt onto someone else, we are fortifying the experience of guilt within ourselves. Like blood on Lady MacBeth's hands, we cannot remove our own guilty feelings as long as we are judging others.
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't.
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.
I always assumed I would leave drama school and do 'Lady Macbeth' and all sorts of serious things. It just didn't happen.
Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
A little water clears us of this deed.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
And nothing is, but what is not.
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.
Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!
Out, damned spot! Out, I say!
Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.
Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil
The picture of me is nearly finished, and I think it is magnificent. The green and blue of the dress is splendid, and the expression as Lady Macbeth holds the crown over her head is quite wonderful.
I once said to someone when I was playing Lady Macbeth and they said: "That's tricky, emotionally, what do you do about murdering your husband's cousin?" And there are, of course, things that aren't in your personal repertoire that you have to somehow understand by reading or watching other things and listening to other people talk about them.
We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail.
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.
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.
That but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'ld jump the life to come.
Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth
I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none
My war brought me many things; let yours bring you as much. Life is not to be told, call it as loud as you like, it will not tell itself. No one will be much or little except in someone else's mind, so be careful of the minds you get into, and remember Lady Macbeth, who had her mind in her hand. We can't all be as safe as that.
I think an awful lot of the reasons people put forward for not liking Hillary Clinton play into deep-seated, negative female stereotypes: ambition, secrecy, calculating. I mean, that is Lady Macbeth, a kind of cold woman. I don't think that's Hillary. And I don't think people would judge a man in the same way.
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?
The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand.
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.
Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.
But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.
Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
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