Quotes on Hamlet And Ophelia

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

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

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life

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

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

A man can smile and smile and be a villain.

There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.

To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep No more; and by a sleep, to say we end The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub.

I will speak daggers to her, but use none.

O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.

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

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought

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