Quotes by William Congreve

About William Congreve:

William Congreve was an English playwright and poet.
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Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

William Congreve

Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight.

William Congreve

One no more owes one's beauty to a lover than one's wit to an echo

William Congreve

That day, I really believed that I had grasped something and that henceforth my life would be changed. But insights cannot be held for ever. Like water, the world ripples across you and for a while you take on its colours. Then it recedes, and leaves...

William Congreve

Traveling outgrows its motives. It soon proves sufficient in itself. You think you are making a trip, but soon it is making you - or unmaking you.

William Congreve

Beauty is the lover's gift.

William Congreve

There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to admire.

William Congreve

Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of 'em: wit be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation, and let father Time shake his glass.

William Congreve

Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.

William Congreve

'Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman.

William Congreve

I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.

William Congreve

Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear.

William Congreve

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.

William Congreve

No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me.

William Congreve

If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.

William Congreve

If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.

William Congreve

Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

William Congreve

Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

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They are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.

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They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.

William Congreve

Author Bio

  • NameWilliam Congreve
  • DescriptionBritish writer
  • BornJanuary 24, 1670
  • DiedJanuary 19, 1729
  • CountryUnited Kingdom
  • ProfessionPlaywright; Poet; Author