Midsummer Night's Dream Quotes

I loved doing Shakespeare. My two favorite roles, in fact, have been Viola in Twelfth Night and Helena in A Midsummer Night's Dream.

Actually I think 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' could sit very very perfectly in the middle of a Disney world I think.

O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.

To you your father should be as a god.

Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down

Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose thy light; Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die, die.

O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.

Though she be but little, she is fierce!

I fell in love with acting at around the age of 11, when I was drafted in to play a fairy at an amateur production of 'Midsummer Night's Dream.'

Never anything can be amiss, when simpleness and duty tender it.

Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

A tragedy is a tragedy, and at the bottom, all tragedies are stupid. Give me a choice and I'll take A Midsummer Night's Dream over Hamlet every time. Any fool with steady hands and a working set of lungs can build up a house of cards and then blow it down, but it takes a genius to make people laugh.

The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.

Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.

I am that merry wanderer of the night.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity

Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad.

So quick bright things come to confusion.​​​​​​

And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.

I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.

We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously.

And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.

I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.

But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.

I am better off with vegetables at the bottom of my garden than with all the fairies of the Midsummer Night's Dream.

So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.

The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven.

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities.

Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.

In the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream

Quote: What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, From earth to heaven.

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name; such tricks hath strong imagination.

Each religion is a brave guess at the authorship of Hamlet. Yet, as far as the play goes, does it make any difference whether Shakespeare or Bacon wrote it? Would it make any difference to the actors if their parts happened out of nothingness, if they found themselves acting on the stage because of some gross and unpardonable accident? Would it make any difference if the playwright gave them the lines or whether they composed them themselves, so long as the lines were properly spoken? Would it make any difference to the characters if 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' was really a dream?

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

All's well that ends well.

All is well that ends well