Appearance versus Reality Quotes in Macbeth

Fair is foul, and foul is fair: / Hover through the fog and filthy air.

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, / Shakes so my single state of man / That function is smother’d in surmise, / And nothing is but what is not.

And oftentimes to win us to our harm, / The instruments of darkness tell us truths; / Win us with honest trifles, to betray’s / In deepest consequence.—

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Stars, hide your fires! / Let not light see my black and deep desires. / The eye wink at the hand, yet let that be, / Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

There’s no art / To find the mind’s construction in the face: / He was a gentleman on whom I built / An absolute trust.

look like the innocent flower, / But be the serpent under’t.

Come, thick night, / And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell / That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, / Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark / To cry, “Hold, hold!”

This castle hath a pleasant seat. The air / Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself / Unto our gentle senses.

Is this a dagger which I see before me, / The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee:— / I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.