The Hamlet Quotes

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One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

Pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.

Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.

POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.

I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.

A man can smile and smile and be a villain.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.

This is the very ecstasy of love.

The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below

I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.

[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.

Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.

From this time forth My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

Murder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin That makes calamity of so long life.

I will speak daggers to her, but use none.

But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom, More honored in the breach than the observance.

You speak like a green girl / unsifted in such perilous circumstances.

What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven?

With devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.

He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.

This fell sergeant, Death, Is strict in his arrest.

Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee.

After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.

'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.

The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!

Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion!

I do not set my life at a pin's fee, And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself?

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

More matter with less art.

Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!

Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake.

I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.

That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.

How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

To persevere In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness: 'tis unmanly grief.

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.

Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.

Beware of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in, bear t that th' opposed may beware of thee.

It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.