Best 16 quotes in «othello quotes» category

Brabantio: "You are a villain!" Iago: "You are a senator!

Have not we affections and desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?

But jealous souls will not be answered so. They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they’re jealous. It is a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.

It is the green eyed monster which doth mock.

Love he hates, hatred he loves! Iago, the Mephistopheles!

Not tonight, good Iago. I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking. I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.

They are all but stomachs, and we all but food. To eat us hungerly, and when they are full, They belch us." -Emilia

Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio’s death, The noise was high. Ha! No more moving? Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were ’t good? I think she stirs again—No. What’s best to do? If she come in, she’ll sure speak to my wife— My wife! my wife! what wife? I have no wife. Oh, insupportable! Oh, heavy hour! Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Of sun and moon, and that th' affrighted globe Should yawn at alteration.

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls.

Her stare fixed me. Without rancour and without regret; without triumph and without evil; as Desdemona once looked back on Venice. On the incomprehension, the baffled rage of Venice. I had taken myself to be in some way the traitor Iago punished, in an unwritten sixth act. Chained in hell. But I was also Venice; the state left behind; the thing journeyed from.

I think the sun where he were born drew all such humours from him. - 3.4.26

Strike on the tinder, ho! Give me a taper! Call up all my people! This accident is not unlike my dream: Belief of it oppresses me already. Light, I say, light!

The tragic hero usurps the function of the gods and attempts to remake the world.

Tis destiny unshunnable, like death. Even then this forkèd plague is fated to us When we do quicken.

Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'th'world; and having the world for your labour, 'tis a wrong in your own world, and you might quickly make it a right.

What cannot be preserved when fortune takes Patience her injury a mock'ry makes. The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief. He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.