William Shakespeare Quotes About Leaving

• But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.

  William Shakespeare

  Eagles, Bird, Leaving

  William Shakespeare, Edmond Malone, James Boswell, Mr. Theobald (Lewis), Samuel Johnson (1821). “The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators”, p.148

• Nothing in his life became him like leaving it.

  William Shakespeare

  Death, Leaving, Tragedy

  'Macbeth' (1606) act 1, sc. 4, l. 7

• . . . nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 'twere a careless trifle.

  William Shakespeare

  Life, Sympathy, Leaving

  'Macbeth' (1606) act 1, sc. 4, l. 7

• A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)

  William Shakespeare

  Girlfriend, Book, School

• Who alone suffers suffers most i' th' mind,
  Leaving free things and happy shows behind;
  But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip
  When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.

  William Shakespeare

  Grief, Leaving, Mind

  William Shakespeare, George Steevens (1805). “The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers”, p.419

• My free drift Halts not particularly, but moves itself In a wide sea of wax; no levelled malice Infects one comma in the course I hold, But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.

  William Shakespeare

  Moving, Eagles, Sea

  William Shakespeare, Karl Klein (2001). “Timon of Athens”, p.73, Cambridge University Press

• Myself--a prince by fortune of my birth,
  Near to the king in blood, and near in love
  Till you did make him misinterpret me--
  Have stooped my neck under your injuries
  And sighed my English breath in foreign clouds,
  Eating the bitter bread of banishment,
  Whilst you have fed upon my signories,
  Disparked my parks and felled my forest woods,
  From my own windows torn my household coat,
  Rased out my imprese, leaving me no sign,
  Save men's opinions and my living blood,
  To show the world I am a gentleman.

  William Shakespeare

  Kings, Men, Blood

  William Shakespeare, Charles R. Forker (2002). “King Richard II: Third Series”, p.311, Cengage Learning EMEA

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