To be, or not to be: that is the question.
This above all: to thine own self be true.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t.
Give me that man that is not passion’s slave.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
I must be cruel, only to be kind.
To sleep, perchance to dream.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
The play’s the thing wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the king.
O God, I could be bounded 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.
The time is out of joint. O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!
Doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god!
This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property fordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.
Famous Hamlet Quotes part 2
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Listen to many, speak to a few.
This is the very ecstasy of love.
Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.
What a foolish duty to do to make the crystal eyes feel the terrible sorrow unexpected!
I must be cruel only to be kind.
Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.
This is the very ecstasy of love.
What a foolish duty to do to make the crystal eyes feel the terrible sorrow unexpected!
O, that this too, too sullied flesh would melt and resolve itself into a dew.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.
They say, the owl was a baker’s daughter.
To be, or not to be, that is the question.
Give me that man that is not passion’s slave and I will wear him in my heart’s core, ay, in my heart of heart.
The play’s the thing wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the king.
This above all: to thine own self be true.
To sleep, perchance to dream.
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
This is above all: to thine own self be true.
Listen to many, speak to a few.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
This is the very ecstasy of love.
There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance.
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