William Shakespeare Hamlet And Ophelia Quotations

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.

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

More matter with less art.

I will speak daggers to her, but use none.

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

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

woah is me to have seen what i seen see what i see

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.

How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

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

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

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

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

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

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

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.

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

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

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

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own read.

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

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

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

You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.

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

Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!

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?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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