Quotes on Hamlet Revenge

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

A man can smile and smile and be a villain.

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.

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

'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!

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

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

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

By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.

I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine. But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list!

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?