Out, damned spot! The blood cannot be washed away.
What’s done is done; the whisper of regret haunts the night.
I would, while it was smiling in my face, have pluck’d my nipple from his boneless gums.
Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t.
The raven himself is hoarse that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan.
Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here.
We fail? But screw your courage to the sticking place.
There’s no art to find the mind’s construction in the face.
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
A little water clears us of this deed.
When you durst do it, then you were a man.
What will these hands ne’er be clean?
I have given suck, and know how tender ’tis to love the babe that milks me.
Is this a dagger I see before me?
The witches’ prophecies set the world on fire.
These deeds must not be thought after these ways; so, it will make us mad.
I fear thy nature; it is too full o’ the milk of human kindness.
Lest our old robes sit easier than our new.
It will be rain tonight.
The instruments of darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles.
Out of the loop of destiny, I seek my own ending.
Come to my woman’s breasts, and take my milk for gall.
The sleeping and the dead are but as pictures.
We have scorched the snake, not killed it.
Our fears in Banquo stick deep, and in his royalty of nature reigns that which would be feared.
What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men may read strange matters.
Look to the lady, for her strength exceeds your own.
Woe to my lady’s spirit, struggling against her own ambition.
In the future’s conflict, I shall be both puppet and puppeteer.
The crown sits heavily upon the brow of the wicked.
Give me my sword. Enter the reckoning!
But screw your courage to the sticking place, I shall not falter.
Evil is a necessary evil we must embrace to achieve our dreams.
Life’s but a walking shadow; the memory of actions lingers long after.
To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus.
In this deceitful web of fate, I entangle others as I suffocate myself.
If it were done, when ’tis done, then ’twere well it were done quickly.
All that is fair may become foul; seek life’s balance.
The mind is full of phantoms conjured from ambition.
In ambition’s folly, we find our deepest despair.
With a fierce heart, one can topple kings.
He that’s coming must be provided for.
Fate, I shall not bow to thee without a struggle.
The sweetness of power is often laced with bitterness.
Shall I be afraid of the shadows I cast?
Every deed brings chains; I wear mine with pride.
Let your ambition soar, but beware the fall.
Even the boldest hearts can harbor darkest secrets.
What light through yonder window breaks? The dawn of ambition.
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