Othello Quotes
I am not what I am.
Othello, the noble Moor.
I will a round unvarnish’d tale deliver.
She loved me for the dangers I had passed.
I kissed thee ere I killed thee.
Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, but seeming so for my peculiar end.
She was in love, and he she loved proved mad.
Demand me nothing. What you know, you know. From this time forth I never will speak word.
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy. It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on.
O, thou weed, Who art so lovely fair, and smell’st so sweet, That the sense aches at thee.
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls.
It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.
O, now, for ever Farewell the tranquil mind! Farewell content!
When devils will the blackest sins put on, They do suggest at first with heavenly shows.
How poor are they that have not patience!
But I do think it is their husbands’ faults If wives do fall.
She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them.
Farewell the tranquil mind! Farewell content!
Othello Quotes part 2
I do love thee, and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have wakened death.
I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
When you know not what you are, then you shall know Othello’s occupation.
I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at.
It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul.
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! And when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne’er feels retiring ebb…
O heaven, that such companions thou’ldst unfold And put in every honest hand a whip To lash the rascals naked through the world Even from the east to the west!
She was in love, and he she loved proved mad.
Keep up your bright swords for the dew will rust them.
It was a handkerchief— An antique token my father gave my mother.
The fair devil! O, she deceives me Past thought!
This is the night That either makes me or foredoes me quite.
Are there no stones in heaven But what serve for the thunder?
I do perceive here a divided duty.
Put out the light, and then put out the light.
Caution is needed lest the devil’s traps ensnare the wayfarer too easily.
I am declined into the vale of years.
I have done the state some service and they know’t. No more of that. I pray you in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am.
But why should honor outlive honesty?
I have seen the day That, with this little arm and this good sword, I have made my way through more impediments Than twenty times your stop.
Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus.
Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago. In following him, I follow but myself.
She was a whore.
If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heartstrings, I’d whistle her off and let her down the wind To prey at fortune.
I have looked upon the world for four times seven years and I have discovered nothing of the rose.
Even now, now, very now, an old black ram is tupping your white ewe.
’Tis not a year or two shows us a man. They are all but stomachs, and we all but food. To eat us hungerly and when they are full, they belch us.
Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice.