Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.— William Shakespeare
Remarkable Macbeth Motif quotations
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh!
Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Out, damned spot! Out, I say!
My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.
The instruments of darkness tell us truths.
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?
Better be with the dead, Whom we to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
Or art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly.
Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!
There's husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out.
A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching!
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor.