Hamlet And Ophelia Quotes

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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!

I will speak daggers to her, but use none.

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

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

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

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

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.

'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?

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.

Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!

More matter with less art.

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

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?

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

How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

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

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

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

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

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