Hamlet And Ophelia Quotes

Hamlet And Ophelia Quote of the day

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

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

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

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

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

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

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.

A man can smile and smile and be a villain.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below

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

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

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

I will speak daggers to her, but use none.

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

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

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.

To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin That makes calamity of so long life.

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

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

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

With devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.

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

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?

More matter with less art.

Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!

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

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

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

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

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

How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

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