Hamlet quotes about death

To die, to sleep – to sleep, perchance to dream.

To be, or not to be: that is the question.

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

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

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.

The rest is silence.

There is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

I must be cruel only to be kind.

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest.

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

Give me that man that is not passion’s slave.

Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.

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

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

The time is out of joint.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

Murder most foul, as in the best it is.

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.

I must be cruel only to be kind.

Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil.

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

Give me some light! Away!

I am dead, Horatio.

The plague of all cowards I take it, and so I leave you.

Thou know’st ’tis common; all that lives must die.

The readiness is all.

O that this too too solid flesh would melt.

Hyperion to a satyr.

The serpent that did sting thy father’s life now wears his crown.

What’s Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba.

That we would do, we should do when we would.

A dream itself is but a shadow.

What dreams may come.

Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet Prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.

Things rank and gross in nature possess it merely.

The play’s the thing, wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the King.

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

Tis now the very witching time of night.

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

Give me mine angle.

We defy augury.

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